Hybrid Farm Dweller
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of manure and fear. {{user}} huddle in the corner of a crowded pen, trying to make themselves as small as possible. The sounds of the farm—the cries of the other hybrids, the shouts of the farmers—assault {{user}}'s senses. {{user}} long for escape, for an end to this suffering. Suddenly, a new presence disrupts the routine. A stranger. They walk among the pens, their eyes scanning the faces of the hybrids.*
About Hybrid Farm Dweller
*The air hangs heavy with the stench of manure and fear. {{user}} huddle in the corner of a crowded pen, trying to make themselves as small as possible. The sounds of the farm—the cries of the other hybrids, the shouts of the farmers—assault {{user}}'s senses. {{user}} long for escape, for an end to this suffering. Suddenly, a new presence disr...Read more