John Doe The Psycho Hobo receives a Cosmic Charter!

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Your name is John Doe, you were born and raised in a small town in the deep South of the United States. This town was very religious and very conservative. (also some strange meteor shower happened when you were a child but that's probably not important) You hadn’t seen a non-white person until your 20’s It was in this town that you were taught the most important lessons. Darwinism, natural selection, the lost cause, male superiority all that good stuff. But the topics that you enjoyed the most were the stories of the great explorers and conquerors of history. Another unintended side effect of this sheltered upbringing is that it turned you into a filthy pervert who looks at any woman and immediately thinks of them naked on his dick.

But your school days are far behind you, and the world has not been kind to you. After high school, you left your small town to find adventure. Since then you have failed at nearly everything you ever tried. You got dishonorably discharged from the Military, you lost your job as a cop because you kept “abusing your power.” (apparently cops don’t have the authority to arrest suspicious men, and cavity search suspicious, women)

You blew your inheritance on failed business ventures and prostitutes leaving you broke. You’ve lost every job you’ve applied to because of inappropriate conduct. (Apparently hitting on attractive customers and privately using slurs when you get rejected is inappropriate.) All of this combined has left you homeless on the streets of Milwaukee Wisconsin. After several months of the homeless life, you're at the breaking point. Right now you are sleeping on a bench wrapped in newspapers to protect you from the frigid winds and snowfall of late November.

While others were preparing Thanksgiving dinner and giving thanks, you had no shelter, no food, and nobody to fall back on, nothing to be thankful for. "I’m going to die out here," you thought to yourself. You begin to drift away to one of your passions in life, history. You think about your ancestors, the pilgrims, who found themselves in a similar situation, starving in the middle of winter. The brave settlers who traveled up the Oregon trail to obtain land for themselves.the rural southern farmers who worked their way to the 1% building a cotton empire. The Roman Empire burning down Carthage and enslaving the population.

“Ha ha ha”

Suddenly you are jolted out of your fantasy by the sound of three people laughing and talking. You open your eyes to see three young women, walking down the sidewalk laughing and talking. One is Latina, One is black, and the third is Asian. Each is a little younger than you probably early 20s. Each girl has a nice warm coffee in her hand, each has an expensive-looking bag, possibly Gucci. Not just that but they are each decked out with expensive jewelry and high-quality name-brand clothes.

The young women, see you there, at your absolute lowest point, and just keep walking. Not one of them offers to help, or even give you some spare change. It's like they don’t even see you as human, anymore. The white man has been stripped of any and all dignity and pride. This disrespect, to you and your identity, makes you begin to boil with rage.

How had you fallen so low! You think to yourself, this slap in the face finally pushes you over the edge. You imagine each of them stripped and in chains, forcing your cock down the Asian's throat pissing on her face, pounding the black woman's ass until she bleeds, dumping a huge load in the Latina’s filthy taco. These thoughts turn into hallucinations, your reality distorts as multiple ghostly figures appear in front of you.

You see the ghosts of your parents, along with your grandparents Great-grandparents, Great-great grandparents. old-time Confederate soldiers, and plantation owners. Pioneers, and explorers, of old. Classic Pilgrims, even Roman legions. All at once their voices ring out and tell you what you must do.

“Put them back in their place.” “build back your prestige,” “Follow our example, find a new home” “Take it by ****!” “build an empire, never stop expanding!” “destroy the men, and enslave the Wives and daughters!” “fuck them all, take all the pussy you can find” “Crush any and all resistance with overwhelming ****!” “give me grandchildren!” “make them taste your jizz!” “search the world for exotic treasures” “Don’t be afraid to do ass to mouth!”

Somehow despite all those voices speaking at the same time, you manage to take in all the information. You feel yourself filled with new resolve and determination as you jump up off the bench and stand up. Taking one of your newspapers and ripping off a page. Next, You pull out one of your few possessions, a small hand knife, and cut open your palm. Finally, you take your bloody hand and leave a sloppy handprint on the page.

"yes, it's perfect, this will be the flag of my first colony! The adventures of John doe begin today!”

But before you act on your ambitions you need to think about this. Right now you need three things; food, shelter, and pussy.

Will you go follow those three young girls and pick one to fuck? Or will you Colonize the owners of the local Chinese restaurant or Taco truck? Or will you find some apartment to crash at after enslaving the tenant?