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- Thread starter Lord Chambers
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Tribute to the 666
From the desk of General Stefan Borax Procurator of the province of Grava in East Kavakstan.
I have been asked by The Governing Board to compile this brief document using selected excerpts from my diary concerning the treatment of the British aristocrat Lady Lara Croft during her internment in this country on charges of theft and espionage. Due to recent complaints from the United Kingdom.
In the summer of <redacted> the world famous adventuress and ‘Tomb Raider’ Lady Lara Croft arrived in Kavakstan stating the purpose of her visit at airport security boarder control as ‘pleasure’. However our secret police had her closely monitored and soon discovered that she had ventured deep into the uninhabited hinterlands, apparently exploring the ancient ruins of the early pre Arian settlers. These ruins are expressly out of bounds. As not only are they dangerous to the unwary tourist, but also may hold relics of significant archaeological value.
Following a tip off she was detained at the airport as she was about to board her return flight and several stolen artefacts of great historic worth were discovered in her luggage. This is most serious offence. Miss Croft was to swiftly learn the efficiency of Kavakstan Police and Judicial system. She was striped and full body cavity search was performed before being whisked off to a police cell. She was then brought before the local magistrate to be tried in closed court. The verdict was never in doubt. She was found guilty and sentenced to thirty years hard labour in Women's work camp #12.
My involvement in this case comes about because supervision of foreign national prisoners falls under my jurisdiction. Previously there have been hardly any European or American prisoners within our penal system... other than a few inconsequential drugs dealers. But obviously Lady Lara Croft is by no means inconsequential... Quite the contrary... It appeared that she is very well connected indeed. For, in short order, I receive a personal visit from the Council of the British Embassy, who wishes to discuss the details her case. He begins lobbying for her release, or at the very least for a more lenient sentence. Which I adamantly refuse to countenance. I explain to him that Lara Croft is no holidaying tourist... she came to our country with the express purpose of raping our beloved Kavakstan of its ancient cultural heritage. He then goes on and on about our supposedly poor record on human rights and the continual womanly wittering on by Amnesty International about conditions in our work camps. I treat all this with the contempt it deserves. It is only when he becomes irate at my steadfastness and raises the possibility of E.U. trade sanctions that I realise that I have a problem on my hands. Fortunately, like most weak willed capitalists, he is easily bribed. A simple offer of a substantial personal gift from the always generous Kavakstan Government and he is persuaded to quietly drop her case and look the other way. Lara Croft will receive no further help from that quarter.
Meanwhile Her Ladyship herself was being processed and, as she was reputed to be a great beauty, I decided to go down to the induction centre to judge that for myself. As I arrived she had just finished having her prison identification photo taken, holding up a board with her prison number and sentence on it. she was indeed a striking woman; tall, perfectly sculptured, fine boned face, long auburn hair done up in a long plat and with a voluptuous body barely contained within her skimpy top and shorts.
I watched as she was taken through to have her head shaved. As all prisoners have to have their hair close cropped for cleanliness reasons... and to prevent the spread of head lice. Lara Croft did not at all seem to enjoy having some rough female trustee running an electric clipper all over her skull, shearing off all of her beautiful hair so that her famous platted ponytail ended up amongst the clipping on the floor. (I later retrieved it for my personal collection. Much like a matador taking a bull’s tail. You never know... coming from so famous a person, it might one day be valuable.) With her head shorn she looks completely different, and thoroughly miserable. How this must sting her bloated western feminine vanity to be seen practically bald like this.
For the next stage of the admittance procedure she was instructed to strip completely. She sullenly peeled off her clothes, which were taken from her and place in a cardboard box. To be signed for, stored and returned to her up her release... Many years from now!
I appraise her naked body with a view to her suitability for the work camp. And decide that she is promising material. For a start she has obviously kept herself in very good physical shape. Her body is lean, with broad shoulders, well defined abdominals and well muscled thighs and buttocks. Yes... once she has been thoroughly broken in we will get the work of a carthorse out of this one.
She was then handed a pair of scuffed and decrepit looking work boots (the property of another prisoner who unfortunately had recently perished of exhaustion and was approximately the same shoe size.) Lara enquired where was her prison uniform? She was informed that that was regarded as an unnecessary expense. She seemed shocked by this news... obviously previously unaware that she would be spending the next thirty years naked. She need not be too concerned... work camp 12 is situated in the arid East West desert region where temperatures regularly reach as high as forty degrees Celsius during midday.So she might yet be grateful to be unencumbered with clothes. Of course there is no saying what the roasting sun will do to that smooth soft skin.
Another thing it appeared Lara Croft had not anticipated is that all incoming prisoners are branded with their own prison number. She is taken through to another part of the prison where two burly guards hold her down over a wooden stock whilst a third uses a red hot brand to scorch her prison I.D. number into her big broad backside. It was a sight for an ardent anti-capitalist like me to treasure forever. She did a great deal of screaming, struggling and fighting but in the end she had to take the brand just the same as all the other inmates. Poor Lara Croft... I almost felt a tiny twinge of pity for her, she is so used to the idea of soft western prisons where conditions are like holiday camps for fear of offending the inmates human rights (which by the way explains why there is so much crime in Britain) all this harsh treatment must has come as a big shock to Lara Croft. But this is prison! It’s not supposed to be pleasant... It’s supposed to be a punishment... otherwise it will be no deterrent.
She is trying hard not to cry... but the blistering pain of her brand will last for days and has a way of loosening tears from every inmate. No matter how tough they formerly considered themselves to be.
She is then fitted with a permanent slave collar, which will only come off upon her release, and one of the camps’ thick leather work belts is tied around her waist. Other than her ‘new’ boots this is the only item of clothing deemed necessary. And then fitted with hand cuffs and leg irons which attach to the belt a collar in preparation for her transportation to the work camp.
The camp is is about one hundred and fifteen miles away from the Police Induction Centre (the camp and quarry are kept well away from any towns or civilisation to deter snoopers. And to make escape doubly difficult.) So, still hobbled by her transportation chains, I watch as Lara Croft is loaded into the open toped back of a van along with several guards and transported to the camp itself. Anyone seeing the truck pass that day would have seen the naked figure of the world famous ‘Tomb Raider’ chained hand and foot surrounded by (probably leering) guards. At the camp she disembarked, her chains were removed, but of course her collar and work belt stayed on. She was taken to the Commandant’s office and the routine of the camp was explained to her.
Every morning inmates arise at seven. They are taken through to the communal showers and then served breakfast. Then they are marched to the different work stations at the stone quarry to begin their daily work. At midday there is a break for the main meal and then they returned to work until seven at night when they are allowed to return to their sleeping pallets in the bunk house. Any slacking or laziness during the day, or a failure to reach the required work quota, would result in one of the guards whipping them. Was this all clear to Lara? Did she understand what was expected of her? Apparently she did.
The next day I make the journey to Work Camp #12 myself to see how well my charge was settling in...
I have a long chat with The Work Prison Commandant impressing upon him the importance that nothing untoward was to happen to Lara Croft whilst in our custody, as this might lead to potentially embarrassing political repercussions. But that otherwise she was to be treated no different than other prisoner. I am then taken out to the slate quarry pit face to see how she is getting along.
I did not anticipate that she would have any problems breaking rocks at the stone face. After all, she's an archaeologist... She should be used to digging shouldn’t she?
And there she was; a tall, big titted naked woman indistinguishable from most of the other women in the camp. Sweating and grunting away as she swung her heavy pick axe up and down. What a gratifyingly just sight. What a pity that the downtrodden proletarian masses of Great Britain cannot see her now. How it would gladden their hearts to see a member of the parasitic aristocratic class forced to do a hard day’s work for once in her life. How they would laugh watching her toiling and sweating away under the hot sun and getting blisters... a whip cracking across her back or buttocks the second she slows down.
seen to it that Lady Lara Croft has been successfully inducted into the prison’s systemic routine and care I take my car back to my office write out a report to my superiors and call it a day.
<Appended comment ;>
One of the camp practices which has most drawn criticism from foreign busy body human rights organisations is that of the female inmates whoring themselves out to the guards.
This occurs because the provision for the daily meal is barely nutritionally adequate (and very unappetising.) so, if they wish to maintain their strength and acquire the extra protein and vitamin pills needed to accomplish their daily work load it is necessary for the inmates to barter these precious items from the guards. And, of course, something is expected in return. This is discreetly regarded as one of the main bonuses of working in a women camp, and helps, to a small extent, to compensate for the long hours, boredom and low pay.
Lara Croft soon adapts to this system. Although, at first, she adamantly refuses to degrade herself by selling her body for food... she soon realises that without these added supplements she will not survive. And a survivor is what at heart she is. So soon she is fucking the guards just like all the rest. Indeed so spectacularly good is she at this (as befits a decadent western slut with low morals and access to the internet.) that she is soon one of the most popular fucks in the whole camp. Any more successful and she would start to grow fat. Needless to say this has not endeared her to any of the other female prisoners... but so far any that have attempted to beat her up have come off decidedly worse.
Six months after Lara Croft’s initial induction.
My superiors were initially very nervous concerning the Lara Croft case, and in truth their fears were largely justified as Lara Croft did indeed turn out to be a most problematic prisoner. The Commandant weekly reports inform me that she has been involved in several scuffles with other prisoners and indeed two serious fights with the guards ( Lady Croft acquitted herself quite well... until subdued with nightsticks and superior numbers, putting three men in hospital. One with crushed testicles.) She alleges sexual molestation... Nothing to do with her acquiring extra rations by selling her sexual favours you understand...this seems to be more a case of opportunistic high spirits on the part of the guards (I would suggest they be reprimanded.. but by all accounts they have suffered enough.) She also complains about the food... the sleeping quarters and the toilet facilities. (Admittedly very basic.) I tell the Commandant to put her on half rations for a month and the complaints and misbehaviour subsequently subside.
Five year review of case file ‘Lara Croft’;
I am sorry to report that Lara Croft continued to have problems adjusting to prison life. I am informed that she has attempted to escape twice. Each time she has been recaptured. (A naked woman on foot is an easy enough quarry to track down.) Both times she has been severely flogged for her misbehaviour and warned that if she tries it again she will be shot. This seems to have had the effect of finally instilling some obedience in her. She has also become pregnant by one of the guards and, as per standard procedure, she has been sterilised to prevent this happening in the future. For the last six months or so I am glad to note that the Commandant reports no fresh incidents or problems with her. And so I believe that she has finally become resigned to her fate.
Addendum
Any hopes that Lara Croft would remain a model prisoner have turned out to be slightly premature. She has just been caught trying to smuggle a letter, detailing her various grievances, out of the camp with the hope this might somehow find its way to the British Embassy. Lara is severely reprimanded for this breach of trust and given a stark ultimatum over her choice of punishment for this latest offence. She can either submit to another flogging... or fuck all the guards in the camp. Sensibly Lara chooses the latter option.
The camp has a staff of ninety men, working in three shift patterns of thirty each. At the end of each shift they are lined up and Lara is brought before them. A few hospital mattresses have been placed upon on the ground behind her to simulate a bed. She then has to perform whatever sex act each guard requests of her.
Lara worked her way through all of them eventually and it is a tribute both to her passion and her stamina that The Commandant reports he received not one single complaint from any guard of a poor or unsatisfactory performance by Lara Croft upon the completion of this assignment. Quite the reverse in fact... If this were an Olympic sport Lara would certainly be up amongst the medal winners.
<note> her cynical western misapprehension that we might be ashamed of how prisoners are treated in Kavakstan is of course completely unfounded. We are completely scrupulous and ethical in our treatment. She need only have asked and I would have delivered her letter of complaint myself.
I read through Lara's confiscated letter carefully, Lara is such a spoilt little bitch... a born complainer. And then, as she would have wished, I hand it over to the Counsel Official that, as I had previously mentioned, I had come to such a good understanding with. He promises to see to it that it her letter is safely filed away and that the matter be pursed with all the efficiency and alacrity that the British Foreign Office has become famous for. At the same time I hand the counsel over full footage of her sex marathon punishment as he was very anxious to view this for himself. (I allow him to keep a copy as ‘corroborative evidence’. For which he is extremely grateful.) Indeed I study the video few times carefully myself. (It still has pride of place in my DVD collection to this day.) And I must say that viewing this performance by Lara as she works her way through this gauntlet of guards is stirring stuff! Lara is thirty four now, and she appears to be in her physical prime. her perfect body is tanned a rich golden brown, her hair still cropped short, She attacks each mans request with gusto and having satisfied (and exhausted ) one, swiftly moves onto the next. Lara shows what appears to be almost super human endurance during this ordeal. She is quite a remarkable woman... and one hell of a good fuck!
As requested a copy was also forwarded to the Governing Board where it was fully and painstakingly reviewed and considered to be such exemplary evidence of the merits of our disciplinary system that three months later Lara was ordered to do the same thing all again. Which she promptly did. Even better than last time according to some of the lucky recipients of her attentions. By now I imagine Lara is thoroughly sick of men... but the men feel quite differently about her. As far as they were concerned Christmas had just come early. (If indeed we still celebrated that inefficient antiquated Christian festival in Kavakstan that is.)
Ten year report ‘Lara Croft’ file;
It is ten years to the day since Lara Croft was inducted into our prison system... and The Commandant’s reports have become boringly dull. So I decide to check on her myself. I arrive at the work camp and am escorted out to the section of the slate quarry that she is working in. With their close cropped heads, tanned skins and whip marked bodies it is difficult to tell the prisoners apart. I only finally identify Lara Croft by the prison number tattooed upon her large ass. Physically she has greatly changed. As I watch her staggering across the barren dusty ground carrying a yoke filled with two large sacks of stones I am impressed by her physical strength and indeed am informed by the team supervisor that Lara is considered to be one of their strongest workers. I spend time watching her, her body seems bulkier and less defined than I remember. The years of hard labour have given her brawny arms, a broad backside and tree trunk legs. The sleek muscles of a gymnast have been replaced by the stolid flesh of a work horse... now she resembles far more a burly peasant woman than an aristocrat. But her breasts still seem full and firm, her skin is burned brown by the hot sun and all in all she seems in remarkably good health. After ten years Lara has become completely institutionalised and I would doubt very much if she thinks about, or even remembers, much of her previous life these days. As I predicted we would we have transformed the famous Lara Croft into just another dumb beast of burden.
I watch as she is assigned to pushing the large fully filled mine wagon along the rail track which transport the stone to the loading area (usually a two woman job I am reliably informed.) and find that I cannot help but admire the powerful muscles of her arms, buttocks and thick thighs... what a magnificent sight. Indeed over the next few days I often find myself reminiscing about Lara Croft’s naked body (particularly that well whipped muscular arse and thighs quivering with effort.) The images stay so vividly in my mind that I find that, upon my next visit to the state registered officer’s brothel, I am drawn to ordering a well built prostitute who resembles her closely.
Lara Croft interterm report fifteenth year stage;
During my inspection of work camp 12 I always make a point of calling in the guards mess and having a few drinks and a joke with the men. Just to show that, even though these days I am a high ranking officer in the military government, I am still one of them at heart. This day the conversation turns to Lara Croft who, after all, is the main reason I still have to regularly call into this miserable work camp as part of my official duties. From the ribald banter around the table I am surprised to learn that, even though now in her early forties, Lara is still regarded as one of the best cock sucking whores in the camp, and a personal favourite with many of the men, some of whom seem to hold her in genuine affection.
This piques my curiosity. So on my rounds I have the the camp supervisor point her out so that I can try her for myself. We come across Lara still busily breaking rocks and I take the time to asses her... as a man. I decided that yes... she is indeed still an sexually attractive woman, The cropped hair makes her face look older than it is, and she has thickened a bit around waist and thighs, and her large breasts have sagged noticeably... but never the less there are women her age in brothels which don’t look half as good. She is beckoned over to service me. This will be the first time that I have interacted closely with the subject (she doesn't recognise me.) But without comment, if with a sullen look on her face, she obediently kneels down unzips me and massaging me skilfully to to tumescence, places my cock in her mouth and begins licking and sucking. The sensation of the warm smooth lips moving up and down my shaft and her hot breath upon my engorged glans is very pleasant, she was indeed a very skilful cock sucker, as in truth she ought to be... after all she has had fifteen years of practice. I wonder how many times a day the guards avail themselves of her services? Soon Lara has received two gifts from me that day. One a mouthful of hot cum. the other a large bar of chocolate as reward for a job well done.
So enjoyable was the experience that, after I return to my office, I found you my surprise that the memories of it were interfering with my concentration and that I was itching to repeat it. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I had debased a western capitalist woman. One who used to to stand at the very apex of their corrupt society to boot, a member of the over privileged exploitative upper-class (so wisely liquidated in our own glorious country.) that added an extra frisson to the experience? Who knows? Anyway, over the next several months I found myself making various excuses to visit the camp with the express purpose of indulging in a blow job from Lara until eventually the novelty faded.
Annual report subject Lara Croft;
It is now Twenty five years since Lara Croft was first convicted and the bulk of her sentence has by now been served. For me these have been twenty five good years of promotion and recognition... fine wine, good food and the pleasant company of beautiful women, as befits a loyal and hard working official of The Supreme military council.
But not not so for Ms. Croft! On a recent visit to the work camp, as I observed her straining to pushing a cart laden to the brim with heavy quarry stones, a foreman diligently whipping her to make her work harder, I sadly noted that Lara’s physical condition has deteriorated considerably over the past ten years or so as age has started to set in.
For example, it is now obviously far more of a physical effort for her to push the stone wagons than it was when I so vividly remember her doing so fifteen years ago. All the intervening years of relentless back breaking toil have left their mark. She looks old and fat and her skin is criss-crossed with the scars of the whip... some very old, some new. Her breasts dangle down like a cows’ udders, sagging around her waist. (Well, that is inevitably what gravity will do to a big titted woman if she doesn't wear a support bra for twenty five years.) and the flesh on her ass, thighs and around her waist looks loose and flabby. Also there are now more than a few grey hairs grizzling her short auburn crop. This is inconsequential. At Work Camp #12 we do not concern ourselves with one woman’s vanity. Here she must appear as she really is. Without any artificial cosmetic aids. We do not provide our prisoners with the luxury of hair dye.. And neither do we offer breast reductions, bottom lifts or tummy tucks to rejuvenate the middle age figure.
A brief conversation with the guards confirms what I had already suspected, that these days, despite her desperate pleas, few guards bother to avail themselves of Lara’s faded sexual charms. And as a consequence she is starting to go without the extra food and vitamins she needs to keep on working. (The camp dentist also informs me that, as a result of bad nutrition, she has started to lose her teeth.)
It appears that is only out of pity that she is occasionally given gifts of vitamin pills, extra bread, fruit and chocolate by the guards (it has always amused me to note in the past that, although the camp guards are on the whole cruel sub human brutes, they can still, on occasion, be remarkably sentimental. For example here, even though, for the last twenty five years, they have been repeatedly beating and raping this woman, yet they can still feel enough residual affection towards her to feed her scraps of food. Seemly out of nothing but a genuine concern for her well being.)
Lara Croft case closing report
I had completely forgotten about Lara Croft until a memo in my ‘in’ tray informs me that her release date is due shortly. So when I make my regular monthly visit to the work camp I enquire about the prisoner and, to my surprise, I am informed that after all this time she is still alive! There are very few men, let alone women, who manage to survive thirty years in Kavakstan work camp. In fact so remarkable is this news that I take a walk out to the quarry to see Lara in the flesh. Regretfully I have to report there is not much flesh remaining. A recent bout of dysentery has decimated the camp’s elderly population and although Lara has somehow managed to survive this she is now little more than skin and bones, her thin hair now turned completely white. It is indeed fortunate for her that she is to be released soon, as I estimated she could not last another two months in her current condition.
I decided to play few little practical jokes upon Ms Lara Croft before we go our separate ways; just to ensure that her lesson has been ingrained in her and we have no further trouble from her in the future. I gathering together several of the guards (some of whom were not even born when Lara first arrived at the camp) and encourage them to go and ‘beast’ Lara; like the punishment handed out to toughen up recruits in our invincible Kavakstan army.
The guards set to; gathering around Lara... mocking her, pointing out how old and wrinkled she is, and laughing at her floppy empty breasts and skinny backside and legs ( it would be academic for Lara to point out what a fantastic body she had in her prime, when she first arrived at the work camp.) Then they have her working double time. Fetching and carrying heavy stones to load up a wagon. In her current enervated condition it is not long before Lara collapses sobbing to the ground with exhaustion and the men crowd round her shouting at her to get up and how she’s going to be punished for being such a lazy old grandmama.
On an interesting note; this incident was brought to an end when old B’jan (a loyal old Kavakstan war veteran and exemplary guard, who has been at the camp since before Lara was admitted.) broke it up and sent the young rapscallions on their way with a piece of his mind. He then picked up the skinny Lara Croft, who apparently lay sobbing in his arms and clinging to him, and took her to the infirmary to be checked out. Which I can’t help but interpret as the gallant act of a gentleman rescuing his old ‘girl friend’. Like is said ‘sentimental’.
The next morning a still exhausted Lara Croft is collected by two guards and escorted to The Commandant’s office .she appears terrified... as well she might. No one is ever summoned to The Commandants office to be told good news. But in this case it is different. Made to stand in front of The Commandants desk, flanked by the two guards, Lara is informed that tomorrow marks the date of the end of her sentence and that she will be released and allowed to go home to England. Lara gasps and sags to her knees with a look almost of beatification upon her face. Obviously she had long ago lost track of time so this is very welcome news to her indeed. She remains on her knees sobbing out her gratitude and thanks.
The commandant allows the good news to fully sink in and then, as I had previously suggested, he dashes her hopes by mentioning that due to early infractions which have still been kept current on her record... the board is considering extending her sentence by another two years. Lara is horror struck! The look of shock and terror on her face is a picture! She knows in her present state of health this is a death sentence. And is led away hysterically pleading for leniency. To think in the west this woman was once regard as some sort of super heroine!... if only they could see her now! She would have gladly licked the Commandant’s boots clean for the slightest show of mercy. Her fears are groundless anyway... we fully intend to release her on the ‘morrow. I just thought it would be a good idea to drive home to Lara the consequences of her previous bad behaviour. And so she spends a sleepless night gibbering in fear in case we decided to extend her sentence. But in the morning she is brought into the office and her mind is set to rest as she is given the good news that she is finally free to leave.
Her slave collar is struck off and her old clothes and possessions are returned to her (after thirty years) as is the law. It is however unfortunate that, all those years ago, Lara did not elect to wear a bra... as now her empty paps are plainly visible dangling well below the hem of her cropped top.They looked ridiculous! Indeed I was much gratified to see that the woman escorted shuffling from the prison gates was all in all just a pitiable shadow of her former self. All of her youth and beauty sucked out of her by many years of deprivation, exposure and back breaking toil. No one could have recognise that broken old woman as the world famous Lara Croft; Tomb Raider.
However, she has done her time and justice decrees that she was now free to be deported back to England where she can return to her luxuriant mansion. But she would forever serve as a living example to the rest of the world of the strict regime of criminal punishment metered out by the Kavakstan judicial system.
All hail the glorious Peoples’ Republic of Kavakstan!
Report ends
I have been asked by The Governing Board to compile this brief document using selected excerpts from my diary concerning the treatment of the British aristocrat Lady Lara Croft during her internment in this country on charges of theft and espionage. Due to recent complaints from the United Kingdom.
In the summer of <redacted> the world famous adventuress and ‘Tomb Raider’ Lady Lara Croft arrived in Kavakstan stating the purpose of her visit at airport security boarder control as ‘pleasure’. However our secret police had her closely monitored and soon discovered that she had ventured deep into the uninhabited hinterlands, apparently exploring the ancient ruins of the early pre Arian settlers. These ruins are expressly out of bounds. As not only are they dangerous to the unwary tourist, but also may hold relics of significant archaeological value.
Following a tip off she was detained at the airport as she was about to board her return flight and several stolen artefacts of great historic worth were discovered in her luggage. This is most serious offence. Miss Croft was to swiftly learn the efficiency of Kavakstan Police and Judicial system. She was striped and full body cavity search was performed before being whisked off to a police cell. She was then brought before the local magistrate to be tried in closed court. The verdict was never in doubt. She was found guilty and sentenced to thirty years hard labour in Women's work camp #12.
My involvement in this case comes about because supervision of foreign national prisoners falls under my jurisdiction. Previously there have been hardly any European or American prisoners within our penal system... other than a few inconsequential drugs dealers. But obviously Lady Lara Croft is by no means inconsequential... Quite the contrary... It appeared that she is very well connected indeed. For, in short order, I receive a personal visit from the Council of the British Embassy, who wishes to discuss the details her case. He begins lobbying for her release, or at the very least for a more lenient sentence. Which I adamantly refuse to countenance. I explain to him that Lara Croft is no holidaying tourist... she came to our country with the express purpose of raping our beloved Kavakstan of its ancient cultural heritage. He then goes on and on about our supposedly poor record on human rights and the continual womanly wittering on by Amnesty International about conditions in our work camps. I treat all this with the contempt it deserves. It is only when he becomes irate at my steadfastness and raises the possibility of E.U. trade sanctions that I realise that I have a problem on my hands. Fortunately, like most weak willed capitalists, he is easily bribed. A simple offer of a substantial personal gift from the always generous Kavakstan Government and he is persuaded to quietly drop her case and look the other way. Lara Croft will receive no further help from that quarter.
Meanwhile Her Ladyship herself was being processed and, as she was reputed to be a great beauty, I decided to go down to the induction centre to judge that for myself. As I arrived she had just finished having her prison identification photo taken, holding up a board with her prison number and sentence on it. she was indeed a striking woman; tall, perfectly sculptured, fine boned face, long auburn hair done up in a long plat and with a voluptuous body barely contained within her skimpy top and shorts.
I watched as she was taken through to have her head shaved. As all prisoners have to have their hair close cropped for cleanliness reasons... and to prevent the spread of head lice. Lara Croft did not at all seem to enjoy having some rough female trustee running an electric clipper all over her skull, shearing off all of her beautiful hair so that her famous platted ponytail ended up amongst the clipping on the floor. (I later retrieved it for my personal collection. Much like a matador taking a bull’s tail. You never know... coming from so famous a person, it might one day be valuable.) With her head shorn she looks completely different, and thoroughly miserable. How this must sting her bloated western feminine vanity to be seen practically bald like this.
For the next stage of the admittance procedure she was instructed to strip completely. She sullenly peeled off her clothes, which were taken from her and place in a cardboard box. To be signed for, stored and returned to her up her release... Many years from now!
I appraise her naked body with a view to her suitability for the work camp. And decide that she is promising material. For a start she has obviously kept herself in very good physical shape. Her body is lean, with broad shoulders, well defined abdominals and well muscled thighs and buttocks. Yes... once she has been thoroughly broken in we will get the work of a carthorse out of this one.
She was then handed a pair of scuffed and decrepit looking work boots (the property of another prisoner who unfortunately had recently perished of exhaustion and was approximately the same shoe size.) Lara enquired where was her prison uniform? She was informed that that was regarded as an unnecessary expense. She seemed shocked by this news... obviously previously unaware that she would be spending the next thirty years naked. She need not be too concerned... work camp 12 is situated in the arid East West desert region where temperatures regularly reach as high as forty degrees Celsius during midday.So she might yet be grateful to be unencumbered with clothes. Of course there is no saying what the roasting sun will do to that smooth soft skin.
Another thing it appeared Lara Croft had not anticipated is that all incoming prisoners are branded with their own prison number. She is taken through to another part of the prison where two burly guards hold her down over a wooden stock whilst a third uses a red hot brand to scorch her prison I.D. number into her big broad backside. It was a sight for an ardent anti-capitalist like me to treasure forever. She did a great deal of screaming, struggling and fighting but in the end she had to take the brand just the same as all the other inmates. Poor Lara Croft... I almost felt a tiny twinge of pity for her, she is so used to the idea of soft western prisons where conditions are like holiday camps for fear of offending the inmates human rights (which by the way explains why there is so much crime in Britain) all this harsh treatment must has come as a big shock to Lara Croft. But this is prison! It’s not supposed to be pleasant... It’s supposed to be a punishment... otherwise it will be no deterrent.
She is trying hard not to cry... but the blistering pain of her brand will last for days and has a way of loosening tears from every inmate. No matter how tough they formerly considered themselves to be.
She is then fitted with a permanent slave collar, which will only come off upon her release, and one of the camps’ thick leather work belts is tied around her waist. Other than her ‘new’ boots this is the only item of clothing deemed necessary. And then fitted with hand cuffs and leg irons which attach to the belt a collar in preparation for her transportation to the work camp.
The camp is is about one hundred and fifteen miles away from the Police Induction Centre (the camp and quarry are kept well away from any towns or civilisation to deter snoopers. And to make escape doubly difficult.) So, still hobbled by her transportation chains, I watch as Lara Croft is loaded into the open toped back of a van along with several guards and transported to the camp itself. Anyone seeing the truck pass that day would have seen the naked figure of the world famous ‘Tomb Raider’ chained hand and foot surrounded by (probably leering) guards. At the camp she disembarked, her chains were removed, but of course her collar and work belt stayed on. She was taken to the Commandant’s office and the routine of the camp was explained to her.
Every morning inmates arise at seven. They are taken through to the communal showers and then served breakfast. Then they are marched to the different work stations at the stone quarry to begin their daily work. At midday there is a break for the main meal and then they returned to work until seven at night when they are allowed to return to their sleeping pallets in the bunk house. Any slacking or laziness during the day, or a failure to reach the required work quota, would result in one of the guards whipping them. Was this all clear to Lara? Did she understand what was expected of her? Apparently she did.
The next day I make the journey to Work Camp #12 myself to see how well my charge was settling in...
I have a long chat with The Work Prison Commandant impressing upon him the importance that nothing untoward was to happen to Lara Croft whilst in our custody, as this might lead to potentially embarrassing political repercussions. But that otherwise she was to be treated no different than other prisoner. I am then taken out to the slate quarry pit face to see how she is getting along.
I did not anticipate that she would have any problems breaking rocks at the stone face. After all, she's an archaeologist... She should be used to digging shouldn’t she?
And there she was; a tall, big titted naked woman indistinguishable from most of the other women in the camp. Sweating and grunting away as she swung her heavy pick axe up and down. What a gratifyingly just sight. What a pity that the downtrodden proletarian masses of Great Britain cannot see her now. How it would gladden their hearts to see a member of the parasitic aristocratic class forced to do a hard day’s work for once in her life. How they would laugh watching her toiling and sweating away under the hot sun and getting blisters... a whip cracking across her back or buttocks the second she slows down.
seen to it that Lady Lara Croft has been successfully inducted into the prison’s systemic routine and care I take my car back to my office write out a report to my superiors and call it a day.
<Appended comment ;>
One of the camp practices which has most drawn criticism from foreign busy body human rights organisations is that of the female inmates whoring themselves out to the guards.
This occurs because the provision for the daily meal is barely nutritionally adequate (and very unappetising.) so, if they wish to maintain their strength and acquire the extra protein and vitamin pills needed to accomplish their daily work load it is necessary for the inmates to barter these precious items from the guards. And, of course, something is expected in return. This is discreetly regarded as one of the main bonuses of working in a women camp, and helps, to a small extent, to compensate for the long hours, boredom and low pay.
Lara Croft soon adapts to this system. Although, at first, she adamantly refuses to degrade herself by selling her body for food... she soon realises that without these added supplements she will not survive. And a survivor is what at heart she is. So soon she is fucking the guards just like all the rest. Indeed so spectacularly good is she at this (as befits a decadent western slut with low morals and access to the internet.) that she is soon one of the most popular fucks in the whole camp. Any more successful and she would start to grow fat. Needless to say this has not endeared her to any of the other female prisoners... but so far any that have attempted to beat her up have come off decidedly worse.
Six months after Lara Croft’s initial induction.
My superiors were initially very nervous concerning the Lara Croft case, and in truth their fears were largely justified as Lara Croft did indeed turn out to be a most problematic prisoner. The Commandant weekly reports inform me that she has been involved in several scuffles with other prisoners and indeed two serious fights with the guards ( Lady Croft acquitted herself quite well... until subdued with nightsticks and superior numbers, putting three men in hospital. One with crushed testicles.) She alleges sexual molestation... Nothing to do with her acquiring extra rations by selling her sexual favours you understand...this seems to be more a case of opportunistic high spirits on the part of the guards (I would suggest they be reprimanded.. but by all accounts they have suffered enough.) She also complains about the food... the sleeping quarters and the toilet facilities. (Admittedly very basic.) I tell the Commandant to put her on half rations for a month and the complaints and misbehaviour subsequently subside.
Five year review of case file ‘Lara Croft’;
I am sorry to report that Lara Croft continued to have problems adjusting to prison life. I am informed that she has attempted to escape twice. Each time she has been recaptured. (A naked woman on foot is an easy enough quarry to track down.) Both times she has been severely flogged for her misbehaviour and warned that if she tries it again she will be shot. This seems to have had the effect of finally instilling some obedience in her. She has also become pregnant by one of the guards and, as per standard procedure, she has been sterilised to prevent this happening in the future. For the last six months or so I am glad to note that the Commandant reports no fresh incidents or problems with her. And so I believe that she has finally become resigned to her fate.
Addendum
Any hopes that Lara Croft would remain a model prisoner have turned out to be slightly premature. She has just been caught trying to smuggle a letter, detailing her various grievances, out of the camp with the hope this might somehow find its way to the British Embassy. Lara is severely reprimanded for this breach of trust and given a stark ultimatum over her choice of punishment for this latest offence. She can either submit to another flogging... or fuck all the guards in the camp. Sensibly Lara chooses the latter option.
The camp has a staff of ninety men, working in three shift patterns of thirty each. At the end of each shift they are lined up and Lara is brought before them. A few hospital mattresses have been placed upon on the ground behind her to simulate a bed. She then has to perform whatever sex act each guard requests of her.
Lara worked her way through all of them eventually and it is a tribute both to her passion and her stamina that The Commandant reports he received not one single complaint from any guard of a poor or unsatisfactory performance by Lara Croft upon the completion of this assignment. Quite the reverse in fact... If this were an Olympic sport Lara would certainly be up amongst the medal winners.
<note> her cynical western misapprehension that we might be ashamed of how prisoners are treated in Kavakstan is of course completely unfounded. We are completely scrupulous and ethical in our treatment. She need only have asked and I would have delivered her letter of complaint myself.
I read through Lara's confiscated letter carefully, Lara is such a spoilt little bitch... a born complainer. And then, as she would have wished, I hand it over to the Counsel Official that, as I had previously mentioned, I had come to such a good understanding with. He promises to see to it that it her letter is safely filed away and that the matter be pursed with all the efficiency and alacrity that the British Foreign Office has become famous for. At the same time I hand the counsel over full footage of her sex marathon punishment as he was very anxious to view this for himself. (I allow him to keep a copy as ‘corroborative evidence’. For which he is extremely grateful.) Indeed I study the video few times carefully myself. (It still has pride of place in my DVD collection to this day.) And I must say that viewing this performance by Lara as she works her way through this gauntlet of guards is stirring stuff! Lara is thirty four now, and she appears to be in her physical prime. her perfect body is tanned a rich golden brown, her hair still cropped short, She attacks each mans request with gusto and having satisfied (and exhausted ) one, swiftly moves onto the next. Lara shows what appears to be almost super human endurance during this ordeal. She is quite a remarkable woman... and one hell of a good fuck!
As requested a copy was also forwarded to the Governing Board where it was fully and painstakingly reviewed and considered to be such exemplary evidence of the merits of our disciplinary system that three months later Lara was ordered to do the same thing all again. Which she promptly did. Even better than last time according to some of the lucky recipients of her attentions. By now I imagine Lara is thoroughly sick of men... but the men feel quite differently about her. As far as they were concerned Christmas had just come early. (If indeed we still celebrated that inefficient antiquated Christian festival in Kavakstan that is.)
Ten year report ‘Lara Croft’ file;
It is ten years to the day since Lara Croft was inducted into our prison system... and The Commandant’s reports have become boringly dull. So I decide to check on her myself. I arrive at the work camp and am escorted out to the section of the slate quarry that she is working in. With their close cropped heads, tanned skins and whip marked bodies it is difficult to tell the prisoners apart. I only finally identify Lara Croft by the prison number tattooed upon her large ass. Physically she has greatly changed. As I watch her staggering across the barren dusty ground carrying a yoke filled with two large sacks of stones I am impressed by her physical strength and indeed am informed by the team supervisor that Lara is considered to be one of their strongest workers. I spend time watching her, her body seems bulkier and less defined than I remember. The years of hard labour have given her brawny arms, a broad backside and tree trunk legs. The sleek muscles of a gymnast have been replaced by the stolid flesh of a work horse... now she resembles far more a burly peasant woman than an aristocrat. But her breasts still seem full and firm, her skin is burned brown by the hot sun and all in all she seems in remarkably good health. After ten years Lara has become completely institutionalised and I would doubt very much if she thinks about, or even remembers, much of her previous life these days. As I predicted we would we have transformed the famous Lara Croft into just another dumb beast of burden.
I watch as she is assigned to pushing the large fully filled mine wagon along the rail track which transport the stone to the loading area (usually a two woman job I am reliably informed.) and find that I cannot help but admire the powerful muscles of her arms, buttocks and thick thighs... what a magnificent sight. Indeed over the next few days I often find myself reminiscing about Lara Croft’s naked body (particularly that well whipped muscular arse and thighs quivering with effort.) The images stay so vividly in my mind that I find that, upon my next visit to the state registered officer’s brothel, I am drawn to ordering a well built prostitute who resembles her closely.
Lara Croft interterm report fifteenth year stage;
During my inspection of work camp 12 I always make a point of calling in the guards mess and having a few drinks and a joke with the men. Just to show that, even though these days I am a high ranking officer in the military government, I am still one of them at heart. This day the conversation turns to Lara Croft who, after all, is the main reason I still have to regularly call into this miserable work camp as part of my official duties. From the ribald banter around the table I am surprised to learn that, even though now in her early forties, Lara is still regarded as one of the best cock sucking whores in the camp, and a personal favourite with many of the men, some of whom seem to hold her in genuine affection.
This piques my curiosity. So on my rounds I have the the camp supervisor point her out so that I can try her for myself. We come across Lara still busily breaking rocks and I take the time to asses her... as a man. I decided that yes... she is indeed still an sexually attractive woman, The cropped hair makes her face look older than it is, and she has thickened a bit around waist and thighs, and her large breasts have sagged noticeably... but never the less there are women her age in brothels which don’t look half as good. She is beckoned over to service me. This will be the first time that I have interacted closely with the subject (she doesn't recognise me.) But without comment, if with a sullen look on her face, she obediently kneels down unzips me and massaging me skilfully to to tumescence, places my cock in her mouth and begins licking and sucking. The sensation of the warm smooth lips moving up and down my shaft and her hot breath upon my engorged glans is very pleasant, she was indeed a very skilful cock sucker, as in truth she ought to be... after all she has had fifteen years of practice. I wonder how many times a day the guards avail themselves of her services? Soon Lara has received two gifts from me that day. One a mouthful of hot cum. the other a large bar of chocolate as reward for a job well done.
So enjoyable was the experience that, after I return to my office, I found you my surprise that the memories of it were interfering with my concentration and that I was itching to repeat it. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I had debased a western capitalist woman. One who used to to stand at the very apex of their corrupt society to boot, a member of the over privileged exploitative upper-class (so wisely liquidated in our own glorious country.) that added an extra frisson to the experience? Who knows? Anyway, over the next several months I found myself making various excuses to visit the camp with the express purpose of indulging in a blow job from Lara until eventually the novelty faded.
Annual report subject Lara Croft;
It is now Twenty five years since Lara Croft was first convicted and the bulk of her sentence has by now been served. For me these have been twenty five good years of promotion and recognition... fine wine, good food and the pleasant company of beautiful women, as befits a loyal and hard working official of The Supreme military council.
But not not so for Ms. Croft! On a recent visit to the work camp, as I observed her straining to pushing a cart laden to the brim with heavy quarry stones, a foreman diligently whipping her to make her work harder, I sadly noted that Lara’s physical condition has deteriorated considerably over the past ten years or so as age has started to set in.
For example, it is now obviously far more of a physical effort for her to push the stone wagons than it was when I so vividly remember her doing so fifteen years ago. All the intervening years of relentless back breaking toil have left their mark. She looks old and fat and her skin is criss-crossed with the scars of the whip... some very old, some new. Her breasts dangle down like a cows’ udders, sagging around her waist. (Well, that is inevitably what gravity will do to a big titted woman if she doesn't wear a support bra for twenty five years.) and the flesh on her ass, thighs and around her waist looks loose and flabby. Also there are now more than a few grey hairs grizzling her short auburn crop. This is inconsequential. At Work Camp #12 we do not concern ourselves with one woman’s vanity. Here she must appear as she really is. Without any artificial cosmetic aids. We do not provide our prisoners with the luxury of hair dye.. And neither do we offer breast reductions, bottom lifts or tummy tucks to rejuvenate the middle age figure.
A brief conversation with the guards confirms what I had already suspected, that these days, despite her desperate pleas, few guards bother to avail themselves of Lara’s faded sexual charms. And as a consequence she is starting to go without the extra food and vitamins she needs to keep on working. (The camp dentist also informs me that, as a result of bad nutrition, she has started to lose her teeth.)
It appears that is only out of pity that she is occasionally given gifts of vitamin pills, extra bread, fruit and chocolate by the guards (it has always amused me to note in the past that, although the camp guards are on the whole cruel sub human brutes, they can still, on occasion, be remarkably sentimental. For example here, even though, for the last twenty five years, they have been repeatedly beating and raping this woman, yet they can still feel enough residual affection towards her to feed her scraps of food. Seemly out of nothing but a genuine concern for her well being.)
Lara Croft case closing report
I had completely forgotten about Lara Croft until a memo in my ‘in’ tray informs me that her release date is due shortly. So when I make my regular monthly visit to the work camp I enquire about the prisoner and, to my surprise, I am informed that after all this time she is still alive! There are very few men, let alone women, who manage to survive thirty years in Kavakstan work camp. In fact so remarkable is this news that I take a walk out to the quarry to see Lara in the flesh. Regretfully I have to report there is not much flesh remaining. A recent bout of dysentery has decimated the camp’s elderly population and although Lara has somehow managed to survive this she is now little more than skin and bones, her thin hair now turned completely white. It is indeed fortunate for her that she is to be released soon, as I estimated she could not last another two months in her current condition.
I decided to play few little practical jokes upon Ms Lara Croft before we go our separate ways; just to ensure that her lesson has been ingrained in her and we have no further trouble from her in the future. I gathering together several of the guards (some of whom were not even born when Lara first arrived at the camp) and encourage them to go and ‘beast’ Lara; like the punishment handed out to toughen up recruits in our invincible Kavakstan army.
The guards set to; gathering around Lara... mocking her, pointing out how old and wrinkled she is, and laughing at her floppy empty breasts and skinny backside and legs ( it would be academic for Lara to point out what a fantastic body she had in her prime, when she first arrived at the work camp.) Then they have her working double time. Fetching and carrying heavy stones to load up a wagon. In her current enervated condition it is not long before Lara collapses sobbing to the ground with exhaustion and the men crowd round her shouting at her to get up and how she’s going to be punished for being such a lazy old grandmama.
On an interesting note; this incident was brought to an end when old B’jan (a loyal old Kavakstan war veteran and exemplary guard, who has been at the camp since before Lara was admitted.) broke it up and sent the young rapscallions on their way with a piece of his mind. He then picked up the skinny Lara Croft, who apparently lay sobbing in his arms and clinging to him, and took her to the infirmary to be checked out. Which I can’t help but interpret as the gallant act of a gentleman rescuing his old ‘girl friend’. Like is said ‘sentimental’.
The next morning a still exhausted Lara Croft is collected by two guards and escorted to The Commandant’s office .she appears terrified... as well she might. No one is ever summoned to The Commandants office to be told good news. But in this case it is different. Made to stand in front of The Commandants desk, flanked by the two guards, Lara is informed that tomorrow marks the date of the end of her sentence and that she will be released and allowed to go home to England. Lara gasps and sags to her knees with a look almost of beatification upon her face. Obviously she had long ago lost track of time so this is very welcome news to her indeed. She remains on her knees sobbing out her gratitude and thanks.
The commandant allows the good news to fully sink in and then, as I had previously suggested, he dashes her hopes by mentioning that due to early infractions which have still been kept current on her record... the board is considering extending her sentence by another two years. Lara is horror struck! The look of shock and terror on her face is a picture! She knows in her present state of health this is a death sentence. And is led away hysterically pleading for leniency. To think in the west this woman was once regard as some sort of super heroine!... if only they could see her now! She would have gladly licked the Commandant’s boots clean for the slightest show of mercy. Her fears are groundless anyway... we fully intend to release her on the ‘morrow. I just thought it would be a good idea to drive home to Lara the consequences of her previous bad behaviour. And so she spends a sleepless night gibbering in fear in case we decided to extend her sentence. But in the morning she is brought into the office and her mind is set to rest as she is given the good news that she is finally free to leave.
Her slave collar is struck off and her old clothes and possessions are returned to her (after thirty years) as is the law. It is however unfortunate that, all those years ago, Lara did not elect to wear a bra... as now her empty paps are plainly visible dangling well below the hem of her cropped top.They looked ridiculous! Indeed I was much gratified to see that the woman escorted shuffling from the prison gates was all in all just a pitiable shadow of her former self. All of her youth and beauty sucked out of her by many years of deprivation, exposure and back breaking toil. No one could have recognise that broken old woman as the world famous Lara Croft; Tomb Raider.
However, she has done her time and justice decrees that she was now free to be deported back to England where she can return to her luxuriant mansion. But she would forever serve as a living example to the rest of the world of the strict regime of criminal punishment metered out by the Kavakstan judicial system.
All hail the glorious Peoples’ Republic of Kavakstan!
Report ends
Menckenstein
Lunacy of Caen: Todd Reaver
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Rod Rodderson
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The thing that troubles me the most about that comic is that it seems to be in more of a BG1-era setting (wandering through the woods, ogres are a threat), but it uses the BG2 appearances of Imoen and Jaheira. Little things like that just ruin the mood.
DramaticPopcorn
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bg ee uses BG2 engine and models for BG1 campaign.
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Doesn't that lead to a rather sharp style mismatch with the characters that only exist in BG1?
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He said models, not portraits. All of the old characters are upgraded to BG2 avatar style as well.
Luzur
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i remember seeing a portrait mod for BGII that added in anime faces.
also:
I WANNA SMASH YOUR ASS
also:
I WANNA SMASH YOUR ASS
Pika-Cthulhu
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This (second)BTE shall stand until the return of sgc_meltdown, surely we cannot bless a new thread without his contributions.
No, the Avellone is unworthy, he failed the trial by Arcanum!
Micmu
Magister
Posting on a page 666 for the first time, ever.
And I have nothing to post...
HAIL SATAN
And I have nothing to post...
HAIL SATAN
snipe
EDIT: O WAIT NOT YET WTF (((((
AT LEAST IM STILL ON 666
EDIT: O WAIT NOT YET WTF (((((
AT LEAST IM STILL ON 666
Now es snipe
667 is still pretty evil I suppose.
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Nah, it's more like... mischief.
669 is satanic porn, though.
669 is satanic porn, though.
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The neighbor of the beast.
Gurkog
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Would 999 be the good twin?
EDIT: Perhaps it is the evil mark for dyslexics.
EDIT: Perhaps it is the evil mark for dyslexics.
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Bros, apparently BG:EE spawned some new tasteful Baldur's Gate pornography.
The quality however... well... it matches the quality of BG:EE.
NSFWaS
This reminded me of sergeant Meltdown.
Early days of Monolith promo video, before publishing Blood
Nostalgia feeling incoming in 3..2..1..
Nostalgia feeling incoming in 3..2..1..
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Ahem, leaving this here: http://www.rpgcodex.net/forums/inde...w-space-fantasy-rpg.75911/page-2#post-2798166
Stainless Veteran
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If someone replaces a black character with white - then it's whitewashing. If the reverse is happening - then it social justice! Because poor black people and economics and stuff. And basketball.
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Eh, I think even if in ideal (SJW's) world all characters in everything would be paraplegic POC trans* queer otherkin, those fucks would still would find something to bitch about, or invent some marginalized group, or find one, and blow all its problems way out of proportion.
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Eh, I think even if in ideal (SJW's) world all characters in everything would be paraplegic POC trans* queer otherkin, those fucks would still would find something to bitch about, or invent some marginalized group, or find one, and blow all its problems way out of proportion.
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I hate humans.If someone replaces a black character with white - then it's whitewashing. If the reverse is happening - then it social justice! Because poor black people and economics and stuff. And basketball.
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Eh, I think even if in ideal (SJW's) world all characters in everything would be paraplegic POC trans* queer otherkin, those fucks would still would find something to bitch about, or invent some marginalized group, or find one, and blow all its problems way out of proportion.
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