spiritplumber

The rednecks had won. They kicked out all the trans, gay, geeks, furries, drama club kids, you name it. They lived for years in (armed) peace and (mildly forced) harmony with each other. Sure, they weren't getting any new products on shelves or any new car models in dealerships, but hey, they were all about classic stuff. A few years later the abductions began. This or that kid - usually the quiet ones, or the too smart for their own good ones - would just not be there in the morning. Nobody heard a thing. Families were numerous, so they kept going. Eventually, thanks to some pervitin, one guy finally saw what happened. The floating disc came down on ion beams and multicopter rotors, and ultrasounds put everyone to sleep, except for the really tweaked out guy. The being out of the disc looked alien. Big eyes. Shiny clothing. Blue hair. Gas mask. The kid went willingly. They had been in contact somehow. The kid went willingly. The guy, through the meth, remembered. They kicked out all the trans, gay, geeks, furries, drama club kids, you name it. The kid went willingly.