This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents portrayed herein are fictitious. No similarity to the history of any actual person, living or dead, or actual events, is implied or should be inferred.

If you decided to read this because you think it’s going to be another modern, inclusive crock, click your BACK button right now. Readers hate it when they picture, in their mind, a world full of sunshine and rainbows where every problem can be solved in half an hour, and when the author starts describing it, it turns out to be a living nightmare or a giant hole in the ground? Well, let me put it to you, who wrote this? I did. I am the writer. I can create whatever I want, and that includes characters and ideas that make you want to stop reading this and never think about it ever again... not even to insult it because it would be that much of a waste of your time.

In this story, it’s the years of grunge, fanny packs, and dial-up... where there were no monster hunter T.V. shows, no stupid memes, very little fated romances, when gay rights were just starting to become a topic of conversation, and use of the following words and phrases: “slum”, “ghetto”, “blackmail”, “black sheep”, “plastic surgery”, “sex change”, “blind”, “deaf”, “crippled”, “handicapped”, “confined to a wheelchair”, “maid”, “waitress”, “stewardess”, “chairwoman”, “prostitute”, “salesman”, “right hand man”, “man-made”, “manhole”, “manpower”, “mankind”, “policeman”, “policewoman”, “peanut gallery”, “sportsmanship”, “fat”, “midget”, “retard”, “retarded”, “faggot”, and “that’s so gay” were commonplace.

It contains content and themes intended for mature beings only, including (but not limited to) foul language, trauma, and explicit depictions of violence, assault and murder. This is for those who aren’t upset by the littlest thing, insulted by someone who looks at them “the wrong way”, or those of you who have stolen from me! In short: content of this story will piss off some, if not all. And if you decide to take this seriously, I guarantee that you will NOT enjoy it.

Don’t say that you were not warned.

Author's Note

This one is for lushengli – I don’t know where you are, I do not even know if you are still alive... but whatever has happened to you, I hope that you are all right.