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**Frownland** · 05-09-2020, 10:00 AM

The Regular Genitals Appreciation Society was known as R-Gas.

It wasn’t until abnormally sized genitalia became an anomaly in the post exceptionalized human crispr norms that they became radicalized and officially recognized as a hate group. Their target? The Colossus. Old men born in the early pre-regulated cowboy days of cosmetic genetic human engineering whose parents decided on above average penis size.

The Colossus we’ll follow in this story was given the name ICA, which stood for I Come Alive.

ICA’s penis was long and thick and so was his body. He had survived the waves of wildfires, the gas riots and the oil wars, and all the proliferation of bio-terror. Through it all he kept a kind disposition and an attractive undying sense of optimism that made him an enjoyable companion for all who came to know him. Men, women, and every hybrid between the two by the hundreds had enjoyed his large penis. Whatever his current companion’s predilection was he was fine with it. They could suck it, fuck it, yank on it, stick it with piercing needles, just look at it, pour hot wax on it - but R-GAS’s demand that he have it cut off entirely was taking things too damn far, even for an easy going bloke like ICA.

ICA liked to spend his days riding his horse around Los Angeles planting daisies. Sometimes he ran into a person or even a group of folks but not always. One day he ran into a group of R-GAS members and they stripped him and cut his penis off. He relaxed and looked at the daisies smiling while he bled to death.

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Frownland SOPHIE FOREVER Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: East of the Southern North American West Posts: 35,548	Submission #4 The Regular Genitals Appreciation Society was known as R-Gas. It wasn’t until abnormally sized genitalia became an anomaly in the post exceptionalized human crispr norms that they became radicalized and officially recognized as a hate group. Their target? The Colossus. Old men born in the early pre-regulated cowboy days of cosmetic genetic human engineering whose parents decided on above average penis size. The Colossus we’ll follow in this story was given the name ICA, which stood for I Come Alive. ICA’s penis was long and thick and so was his body. He had survived the waves of wildfires, the gas riots and the oil wars, and all the proliferation of bio-terror. Through it all he kept a kind disposition and an attractive undying sense of optimism that made him an enjoyable companion for all who came to know him. Men, women, and every hybrid between the two by the hundreds had enjoyed his large penis. Whatever his current companion’s predilection was he was fine with it. They could suck it, fuck it, yank on it, stick it with piercing needles, just look at it, pour hot wax on it - but R-GAS’s demand that he have it cut off entirely was taking things too damn far, even for an easy going bloke like ICA. ICA liked to spend his days riding his horse around Los Angeles planting daisies. Sometimes he ran into a person or even a group of folks but not always. One day he ran into a group of R-GAS members and they stripped him and cut his penis off. He relaxed and looked at the daisies smiling while he bled to death. __________________ Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. d e a f b o x