Op #MKFAWKES (What is #TheGame23)
In a city thick with smog and judgment, MKFawkes sat in her pastel-themed apartment, feeling the weight of society’s contempt like an anvil on her chest. She looked in the mirror, her pink-haired fox fursona staring back. Today, she had to face court for some trumped-up charges related to her work. Her tail twitched nervously. As she sat in the courthouse waiting room, surrounded by stern faces and wooden benches, a clown walked in. Yes, a full-fledged clown with oversized shoes and a red nose. The clown sat next to her and began juggling rubber chickens. MKFawkes blinked. Was this real life? "Hey, you in for juggling without a permit too?" the clown winked. MKFawkes chuckled, "No, society thinks my job's a circus act, though." Suddenly, the mood shifted. Her phone buzzed; it was a text from a family member: "Saw the news. Don't bother coming to Thanksgiving." Her ears drooped. The ridiculousness of the moment was like a chaser to the harsh li...