Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20181226023313

Several years ago, a plague had broken out, wiping out much of the male population, but leaving the females, both human and mamono, alone. Fast forward to the present day, and reports say that there are at least 30% of men still living in the world. Several groups of human women have banded together and formed their own gangs as a means of protection. Some of these matriarchal gangs actively hunt down surviving men to enslave and use as breeders.

Mamono are still around. In fact their population is only second to the human women.

You are one such mamono who has entered a city that has definitely seen better days. There are signs plastered onto the buildings that discourage mamono from making such entry, but only you know the true reason for why you are ignoring the warnings and stepping foot inside what could be the lion's den.

You come to a street corner and find a familiar face. It's your old high school friend, someone who has been very helpful to you during your time being educated. He is wearing some very revealing clothing, and when he spots you he has the brightest smile on his face.

The two of you engage in small talk and you discover that your friend has been selling his body to afford a place to stay and to keep the ladies from getting on his case.

"Hey!" an upset feminine voice calls out.

You turn and see a punkish woman storming up to you followed by several others. When's she's close enough to you she points an accusatory finger at you and snaps, "Didn't you see the signs you fool! We don't take kindly to mamono around here!"

Her cronies each give you an intimidating look.

WWYD? 