A funhouse that's not a house
I love life.

I love life.

WHOA I WROTE SHIT

Part 8 of Capitalist Quest complete!

As usual, the whole series can be found at: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=capitalist+quest

skyrim taught me it’s not stealing if you got it from a dead person

Writing Capitalist Quest on /tg was one of the best decisions I’ve made of the past thirty-two hours.

Writing Capitalist Quest on /tg was one of the best decisions I’ve made of the past thirty-two hours.

i’m sorry, what

i’m sorry, what

It is 2026

The nation has split into two, Democrates and Republicania. The independents and genocidal Radical Moderates have exterminated.

The elvish Democrats are the protectors of nature and efficient recycling. They slay all who harm trees or strip-mine, eating the bodies of their foes. Politically correct speech has all but dissolved freedom.

The barbaric Republicans possess an impressive array of arms and alcohol. A caste system puts all the unworthy at the bottom of society, brokenly promised a bigger salary every year by the giant corporations. Books, movies, and video games are all banned for hurtful and rebellious themes, unless they involve gunning down the Democrats.

In the final battle between the two nations, a glowing light appears. As both sides are blinded by the cosmic lasers, George Washington looks down from the hill with a sullen face. He is dressed in a toga with the colonial American flag.

“The fuck I tell you about unrestrained political parties,” he whispers, glorious cape and wig furling in the air.

The love in the air is just like cocaine.

The love in the air is just like cocaine.

whoa, it’s like I got slightly worse at drawing

whoa, it’s like I got slightly worse at drawing

what the hell is wrong with me

what the hell is wrong with me