You are now entering...The Tunnel of Homophobia.

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a sentient mcnugget 7 小时以前

The air grows thick with decay as you step into the tunnel, the heavy scent of rust, mold, and stale sweat creeping into your lungs. Flickering neon lights struggle to cut through the oppressive gloom, casting fractured, sickly glows on the graffiti-covered walls. Tags, symbols, and angry scribbles tell stories of forgotten rebels and underground factions—half-dreamed manifestos lost to time. The ground beneath you squelches, slick with grime and forgotten refuse. Each step feels like you're sinking deeper into the veins of a city that’s long since given up on its own survival. The hum of distant machinery vibrates through your bones, but there’s no telling what’s ahead. Just the echo of your own footsteps and the feeling that something’s always watching.

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Numlock687 7 小时以前

better be gold on the other side.
thats what i say.

oh first post

a sentient mcnugget 7 小时以前

引用自 Numlock687：
better be gold on the other side.
thats what i say.

oh first post

Pleasures untold await...

causality 7 小时以前

What ♂mysteries♂ await ahead?

Jetstream Seum 7 小时以前

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2h3yDtO5TLg

kekm8 6 小时以前

You see a light off in the distance, the exit you've been searching for. The journey has been long and arduous, but you know in your heart it's been worth it. You emerge to countenance a beautiful landscape. The Earth untainted by neoliberalism and late state capitalism. Nature has begun to recover, unfettered by corporate waste and excess.

You see a family of four enjoying a walk outside in total peace. You approach them frantically, disheveled from your trudge through the tunnel.

"Where are the corporate sponsored pride parades?! Or the homeless? The millions of lawless migrants?"

They look at you with a mixture of concern and bewilderment. The father answers.

"Pride? In what? I'm proud of my family, my faith, my country. But there's no parade. We celebrate in small ways - picking up trash, taking care of each other, honoring our beliefs...

The homeless are at the church. There's a shelter there. And the migrants, well, we sent them back home. They took advantage of our kindness in a way that wasn't sustainable. For us or for them. But that was decades ago... You seem.. lost. Do you need help?"

You look back at the tunnel, then to the man again. His young son tugs on his pant leg indicating he wants to move on, away from the scary stranger. After a moment of thought, you respond.

"No, I don't need help. I should be going. There are people who need me, now that I know what's possible. I was beginning to think we were all doomed, but you've shown me something very important. Thank you for that."

With that, you run back towards the Tunnel of Homophobia to return to your own time with a sense of renewed hope and purpose.