05-26-2021, 20:50:33 PM
The year is 20XX. A year of destruction. An old chicken with no name crossed a road, and suffered a heart attack halfway across. It perished, writhing on the freeway. The chicken caused a truck to swerve, blocking the freeway, while a bus filled with many world leaders collided with it, killing all of them. Soon thereafter, the nations of the world declared war on chickens. The chickens fought back harder than could have been imagined. The streets now run red with the blood of the former oppressor, and to defy one of the chicken patrols brings only death. The counterrevolutionaries are scattered and weak. The Chicktator is eternal. There is no hope.
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