Redscaled Apocalyptic Faggot

The redscaled apocalyptic faggot.

A he/they faggot poses outside the library. He stands with his hands on his hips, a useless ballot box to his left side. A he/they faggot sitting on the same flower planter as before takes off his gas mask. The pain of regaining his humanity by removing the gas mask is offset by the depraved satisfaction provided by the breathplay involved when breathing in the toxic air. An it/its freak sitting on its bed lifts its head to the sky, showing the bright red filter of its gas mask to the camera. Its shirt is lifted, exposing its tits. Its left hand runs down, out of frame, clearly cranking its cock to completion.
A he/they faggot poses outside the library. He stands with his hands on his hips, a useless ballot box to his left side. He's wearing a gas mask now, which really makes makes you question whether he/they are the right pronouns for this thing. An it/its freak wearing a gas mask and kneeling on its bed grabs its cock, lifts his shirt, and jacks itself off. Funnily enough, the cock it chose to wear is shaped as a plant, one wonders if its lewd fantasies harken back to a time before the apocalypse. Having achieved its objective, the it/its freak celebrates like the depraved faggot it is, flashing symbols to the camera as its cock hangs out of its shorts, spent.
A faggot, formerly he/they but reduced to an it, poses on a ballot box. He wears a gas mask and faces to his right, looking at something in the distance. The ballot box feels satisfied to be used for something useful for once. An it/its freak wearing a gas mask leans back on its bed and strokes itself.
An it/its freak sits on a flower planter outside the entrance to the library. It looks at the camera An it/its freak sits on its bed and faces to its right, still stroking its chosen cock.