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Aggressions Anonymous
Rage Follies, On Ice (Near future: September 2020)
The first recorded incident was eight months ago.
New York City was covered with an inch of snow and shopping was maintaining the number three position, after eating and sleeping, on the list of human needs.
Xmas 2019 was a week away and the landfills awaited the bounty they’d be receiving in January.
As a boisterous group of teenagers got off a subway and the train was pulling out of the station, one young man banged firmly on the passing windows, delighted in seeing the terrified passengers jumping out of their seats.
Seconds later, in the push and shove of the crowd, he found himself separated from his buddies. Suddenly he was surrounded by four figures dressed all in red, red masks covering their faces. They threw a sack over his head, bound his hands and feet, and then he felt himself being transported, as if carried on the wind. When they uncovered his head, disappearing as swifty as they showed up, he found himself in Times Square, naked, bound, with an genital-shrinking ice pack duct-taped just below his testicles, and a note on a string around his neck.
Learn to overcome that brutal pompus ego or we’ll shrivel it for you.
Aggressions Anonymous.
