crittersheep

[You're in a neighborhood of six homes, each roof matching the color of the six teams. Of course, you are carrying the key to your own house, and you'll find yourself walking to the front door as background music begins to play to match your new, bright technicolor life.

You feel the urge to go inside and once you're in, the compulsion is gone. Once you walk in, you will notice that your joints have been replaced with ball joints and your skin feels more like porcelain. Even if you're covered in fur or feathers, they have a smoother texture that feels more fake than anything. Your movements might also be a little bit stiffer than what you're familiar with, but nothing hurts. Despite everything, you still FEEL like you're in a human body (or whatever body you normally have).

Your clothes are also matching the role that you've chosen, but there's additional lace and frills attached to the hems and such.]

"Oh-waa-aa . . . I woke up, wowaa-aa-aa... Okay, okay, lets have fun...? I had a dream about family sitcoms so we can do that . . .

Ummmmuuu . . .

Will you pick a room for me...? Zzz..."

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What happened to the food stipend?

You been spending it all on soy beans??

It's the same as it ever was. That's the problem, doll.

In case you are unaware, our region is suffering some supply line shortages and prices are high. Mama works with what he's got.

"Supply line shortages," BAH! That's what they want you to think! The truth is that the railway lines were sabotaged by the insurrectionists to make the government look bad. They are taking all the meat for themselves, saving it up in preparation for their uprising. Then the shortages get everyone turning to the plant proteins, which are laced with chemicals that they use to make the population docile and weak. They got their tendrils all up in every branch of government, now. You can't trust the media, either; it's all been replaced with their spies--