Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-23979607-20181207224754

You live in a pro-monster city, a VERY pro-monster city. So pro in fact, that the very idea of NOT being in a relationship with a monster was not just taboo, but was considered detrimental to society. You didn't care, you liked being a bachelor. However, the city didn't agree, as suited officials "escorted" you to a large building known as the "Men's Institute for the Monster-Love Challenged".

You walk in through the doors and you see a quite sizeable group of men standing together in a main room. They were confused as to what they were doing there, some of them were still in their pajamas. Their chatter however, was silenced as they heard the clicking of high heels across the elevated catwalk in front of them. Soon a Demon walked up to the center of the catwalk, her skin was a cornflower blue, her hair was jet black, and she was wearing a skimpy looking business suit.

"Hello, my lovelies." announced the Demon, "My name is Mrs. Kanemoto, and I want to welcome you all to my wonderful correctional facility."

"Correctional facility? But there's nothing wrong with us." You called out to her.

"Oh but that's where you're wrong." she aptly replied, "As I'm sure you know, the most glorious Demon Lord and her family have brought about an era of peace that the Order could never hope to achieve. But for some unnatural reason, there are humans who DON'T want to be consumed by the unmatched love and devotion of a beautiful monster wife. That's why I had this place built, to save you all from a life of solitude and misery."

You stood there looking confused, she looked like genuinely believed every word she said. Then again, it wasn't that surprising, given how radical the beliefs of Demons were.

"This is crazy, you can't keep us locked in here!", you shouted.

Mrs. K looked at you in surprise. "Oh my, sounds like you will need some extra TLC. As for the rest of you, you will all be assigned a personal caretaker, who will help "heal" your minds until you're ready to rejoin society. Oh, and don't even think about something as ridiculous as "escaping". We have round-the-clock patrols to make sure nobody does anything crazy. Remember, we do this because we care about you so much. Now if you'll excuse me, my hubby needs me. I just hate leaving his side."

And with that, she left down the catwalk. You weren't sure what to do; would you simply lay down and accept your fate, or would you find a way to break out of this insane asylum?

Either way, you didn't like the way some of the monsters were looking at you.

(What Would You Do?)  