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rdrama reads: Whitney Ryan's Black Future, Week 1 :marseyparty:

Idea shamelessly stolen from @kaamrev

I'll be reading 1 page of the modern intersectional classic BLACK FUTURE each week. You, the fine :marseydramautist: of rdrama, are tasked with guessing what happens on the following page. The closest guess will receive 10 marseybux. I'll update the OP with the best guesses.

Here's a link to page 1, i dont want to upload the files locally :marseypirate2:

Already we are off to a riveting start as our effeminate hero uhhhh :marseyreading: climbs a hill. Incredible prose, excellent pacing, no wonder Whitney Ryan has become a household name and international phenomenon.

Dear readers, what do you think happens next?

Guess 1:

@Harpooner

Meet the members of his family and more expository dialog.

Guess 2:

@DrFateHoids

Alex reminisces about life before New Africa was established

Guess 3:

@SmallNips

We'll find out about his sister and how he has always had incestuous feelings for her (mayos and incest marseymanysuchcases:)

Guess 4:

@Avalon

My guess is the next page will be explaining what the revolution was and how it got to this stage

Guess 5:

@toetickler22

the strong ARFIKAN BVLL plows his bussy

Guess 6:

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1yr ago #3675526

My guess:

He entered the cabin, placed the rabbits on the handmade kitchen counter, and removed his cloak. Alex’s shoulder-length pink-and-blue wig bounced, shiny and voluminous, as he pulled it off and placed it on its mannequin’s head beside the hat rack. Many whitebois wore their wigs at home, but not Alex. He was only legally required to wear it out of house, and by god, he wouldn’t wear it a moment longer. He gladly exchanged the humiliating, slutty wig for his natural, short dirty blonde hair when he could. It was one of his small, personal rebellions. Alex heard the drone of the television in the main room. He knew what that meant: Cori and Tori had sneaked in again to watch television. Wearing his government-issued skirt and stockings, Alex went into the main room to see what the two troublemakers were doing. “Where’s Kaylee? I brought dinner,” Alex said, trying his best to sound gruff and manly, despite the hormones. “Down in the village square,” Cori said, twirling the tresses of his green wig, lounging on the old threadbare couch. “She’s reading stories to the kids again,” Tori said, eyes glued to the screen. Cori and Tori were born male. They were only teenagers, and consequently they barely remembered life before the revolution. Like all whitebois in New Africa, they’d been placed on hormones immediately following the cease-fire. They knew nothing of the world before. No John Wayne, no cowboys and Indians, no white male heroes. They became natural sissies, dressed the part, and though Alex tried his best, he couldn’t awaken any rebellious masculine impulses within them. They, like many others in the village, regarded Alex as a quixotic subversive: a dreamer with delusions of grandeur. “You two want to stay for supper? Kaylee’s cooking up her famous rabbit stew,” Alex said. “Ohmigod that sounds soooo good, Alexa,” Tori said, eyes still glued to the ancient, pre-war flat-screen TV. Alexa. Alex hated his government name. He shuddered at the sound of it. But by now, he was far past correcting other whitebois when they used it.

Do I win? :marseyrapscallion:

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