They/Them’ed into oblivion. He screamed and wailed in pain and total agony, desperately attempting to free himself, but the pronouns overtook him.
His fantasies of a pronounless world of total generic cishet man heaven were squandered.
He could no longer escape the modern day. It had become his prison.
Despite his turmoil, he wiped away the tears and steadied his hand before picking up his xbox 360 controller and returning to the character creation screen - the source of his woes.
he screamed […] overtook him […] his fantasies […] *he could no longer escape […] his prison […] his turmoil […] he wiped […] his hand […] his xbox 360 controller […] his woes
They/Them’ed into oblivion. He screamed and wailed in pain and total agony, desperately attempting to free himself, but the pronouns overtook him.
His fantasies of a pronounless world of total generic cishet man heaven were squandered. He could no longer escape the modern day. It had become his prison.
Despite his turmoil, he wiped away the tears and steadied his hand before picking up his xbox 360 controller and returning to the character creation screen - the source of his woes.