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Save Floptropica!

!Welcome to Floptropica! Welcome, fellow travelers, to the whimsical realm of Floptropica, where dreams dance on the waves of imagination and adventure awaits at every turn. Prepare to be enchanted by its vibrant landscapes, quirky inhabitants, and mysteries waiting to be unraveled. Let the journey begin! Now hold onto your hats because things are about to get real. See, there's this whole new twist in town – presidential elections! And guess who's in the race? None other than the one and only Taylor Swift. Crazy, right? But here's the deal: her candidacy is a major threat to everything we love about Floptropica. So, it's up to us to band together, navigate the twists and turns, and save our awesome land from becoming Swift Nation. Let's dive in and show Floptropica who's boss! [[Alliance to stop Taylor Swift has formed!]] <<button "Button" "More Styles">><</button>>

by Lucy Š, Michelle N and Lucy T

this is super half assed sorry

As rumors swirl about Taylor Swift's presidential candidacy, a new alliance has emerged, led by none other than Beyoncé herself. In a fiery speech to her supporters, Beyoncé declared, 'We cannot let Taylor Swift's celebrity status blind us to the serious issues at stake in this election. Our alliance stands united to ensure that our voices are heard and that the future of our nation is not determined by fame, but by integrity and experience.' With determination in her eyes, Beyoncé vowed to halt Swift's political ascent, promising a battle of epic proportions in the halls of power! 'I have picked three agents to do the job! Will you ladies step forward?' She motions towards the crowd and lays her eyes on you. [[Step forward]]

'First of all, I have selected our Badussy war veteran, lieutenant Kris Jenner!' The Maestro of Momagers, she orchestrates fame like a virtuoso conducting a symphony. With a masterful blend of maternal instincts and managerial powers, she navigates the treacherous waters of Floptropica with the finesse of a seasoned captain. From leading the victorious battle of Flopaloo to micromanaging every detail of her family's lives, she's the ultimate architect of celebrity success, with a knack for turning scandals into gold and turning her children into household names. <img src="https://preview.redd.it/new-to-the-flop-commuity-v0-kfj5cusxzmub1.jpg?width=468&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8a2410de2355d30dae77899ed93b8fa38f99b835"> [[Continue]] [[What is the Badussy War?]]

'Now, Abby Lee Miller!' The Dance Diva, now wheeling her way to the top with the same fiery determination. From her throne on wheels, she commands respect with every spin and twirl, proving that nothing can stop her passion for perfection. The room seemed to hold its breath as Abby Lee pushed forward, each revolution of the wheels a testament to her unwavering strength. With every push, she propelled herself forward, defying the limitations that sought to confine her. There was a raw power in her motion, a defiance that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Each inch gained was a victory—a triumph over the obstacles that dared to stand in her path. And as she forged ahead, her presence filled the room with a silent symphony of courage and resilience—a reminder that no matter the challenges we face, there is always a way forward for those who dare to push beyond the boundaries of what others deem possible. [[Listen to what Abby has to say]]

!'B!TCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY!!! SWAGGY LEE IS IN DA HOUSE!!' <img src="https://s.yimg.com/ny/api/res/1.2/fEm752LPDDY_oXsh.BBbrw--/YXBwaWQ9aGlnaGxhbmRlcjt3PTEyMDA7aD02NzU-/https://s.yimg.com/cd/resizer/2.0/FIT_TO_WIDTH-w1280/243252a6e0b6324816d18ab5fd9b3aaf099a0fcb.png"> 'Ok Abby, thank you so much for the courageous words....' Beyonce nodds her head towards the woman. 'Now the last but certainly not the least! [[Wendy Williams]]!!'

An descendant of the Royal Family of The United Duchy of Cvmberty, which is descended from the Royal Family of The Cvmbertian Empire, Wendy Williams is here!. From her throne on daytime television, she reigns supreme, wielding her microphone like a scepter and her opinions like royal decrees. And though her throne may be a talk show chair, her presence fills the room like a queen on her throne. <img src="https://starstat.yt/ezoimgfmt/yt3.ggpht.com/nQxqd5lRBIQDv2mb1cKNPAQ2GFhRWQcqM9yOgwuMfoBCqiKVacrSRXagpLWYJIkP8qM2Lz92=s240-c-k-c0x00ffffff-no-rj"> 'Now, some may question why I, Wendy Williams, am taking such a bold stance. Let me be unequivocal: this is not about celebrity feuds or petty rivalries. No, this is about the very soul of our great nation. Taylor Swift, with all her charm and melody, represents a threat—a bitch ass lazy pop girlie leading us astray from the path of true progress. We cannot afford to be swayed by catchy tunes and glittering performances when the stakes are so high.' 'Thank you Wendy, I feel very inspired' [[Proceed]]

The Badussy Wars were a series of global wars that occured from 1804 to 1878, 1904 to 1991 and 2022-onwards. They involved two important alliances at the times, The Flops, which consisted of Cupcakke and Jiafei and their nations, and Da Boyz which consisted of Andrew Tate, XQC and John Pork and their nations. The war was started because the Leader of the DaBoyzz Wanted to controll Flop Landing. Flop Landing was the largest city in the world and who ever controlled Flop Landing was Instantly wealthy as heck. The Badussy War is one of the most powerful and well-known wars in Flop history, and Floptropican history. The Flops fortunately won the Badussy War, and it killed around 69,420,000 people. this did not end torment though. As Daboyzian citizens still criticize Floptropicans today, and they go back and forth. But we must remember the flops that helped us here today, tomorrow, and forever. AMEN!!! <img src="https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/the-badussy-war/images/f/f4/155fire.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1000?cb=20220804021824"> [[Continue]]

'As we stand on the precipice of history, we must confront a truth that cannot be ignored: Taylor Swift winning the election is not an option. Now, let me be clear. This is not about rivalry or competition; this is about the very fabric of our democracy. Taylor Swift, with all her talent and charm, does not possess the vision or the fortitude to lead our nation into the future. Taylor Swift may be a pop sensation, but she lacks the depth and the gravitas required of a true leader. We cannot afford to entrust our nation's future to someone whose greatest achievement is writing catchy hooks and having multiple boyfriends.' <img src="https://i0.wp.com/instinctmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/images_blog_posts_Adam-Dupuis_2016_02_13_celebrity-reactions-beyonce-formation-music-video.jpg?quality=100&strip=all&ssl=1"> 'I will tell you what is about to go down! Tomorrow, our agents will embark on a mission to extract secret documents from T.S. office.' Beyonce nodds. 'That is all for now, thank you for standing on the right side of the history' [[Group together and leave]]

As you exit the building, your mind begins to wander, and suddenly, like a burst of inspiration, an idea blossoms within your thoughts. What if, instead of following the usual path, you dared to embark on a journey of doing things differently? The notion lingers in your consciousness, sparking curiosity and igniting a flame of possibility. What if you explored the realm of goodness, seeking out avenues where kindness, integrity, and compassion pave the way? It's a notion that intrigues, beckoning you to contemplate the potential of embracing a more virtuous approach. With each step you take, the idea dances in your mind, urging you to consider the profound impact such a shift could have, not just on your own life, but on the world around you. So you pause, letting the idea settle and take root, as you entertain the prospect of venturing down this uncharted path of goodness. 'I will message that hoe on instagram!' Yells Abby and takes out her sparkly FlopMobile and does a flashy U-Turn. 'Hold up you old hag! We need to think about it!' says Kris, and they put their thinking caps on. [[What will you message Taylor?]]

[[1. Oh great, Taylor Swift thinks she's qualified to be a president now? How about instead of worrying about the Pink House, you worry about writing better songs?]] [[2. I'll kill you u kunt]] [[3. Please Taylor don't do it]]

Upon her swift blocking, you find yourself reported to the authorities. With the police on the scene, Kris adeptly bargains for a lenient resolution. While you're spared from incarceration, the incident leaves you with much to ponder about your choices. <img src="https://thumb.spokesman.com/FJBcIlO4eY6CdN7dl-tlXicNgWc=/1170x0/smart/media.spokesman.com/photos/2014/02/16/cit16_SRX_POLICE_CARS.jpg"> [[Let's move on]]

Exhausted from the endeavor, you opt for a sweet indulgence. Wendy and Kris join Abby, commandeering her wheelchair as they set it in motion. Abby activates her turbo booster, propelling you onto the highway. <img src="https://a57.foxnews.com/static.foxnews.com/foxnews.com/content/uploads/2018/09/720/405/GeorgiacrashAP.jpg?ve=1&tl=1"> //This picture is just for dramatic purposes. You did not die, do not worry. You have to pull through, we are nowhere near end. When the road ahead seems fraught with obstacles and the weight of the world bears down upon your shoulders, remember this: resilience is not merely enduring, but thriving in the face of adversity. It's about summoning the courage to take another step forward, even when every fiber of your being yearns to retreat. In those moments of darkness, when doubt whispers its venomous lies, hold fast to the flicker of hope within you. For it is in the darkest of nights that the stars shine their brightest. Embrace the journey, for every twist and turn, every stumble and fall, is but a chapter in the epic tale of your life. So, my friend, gather your strength, dust off your dreams, and march boldly into the unknown, for the greatest triumphs are born from the ashes of hardship. Keep pushing forward, for your journey is far from over, and the world awaits the story [[only you can tell]].//

As you zoom down the highway, the distant wail of sirens pierces the air, sending a jolt of alarm through your veins. Glancing in the rearview mirror, you see the flashing lights drawing nearer, and dread washes over you as you realize it's the police. To your disbelief, it's the same patrol car you encountered earlier. 'We only drove for 25 meters! Abby! Pull your head out of your ass! Slow down!' Will you slow down? [[yes]] [[never]]

Abby's unexpected stop jolts the wheelchair, resulting in a collision with the police car. Though your bumper bears a scuff, Abby's impressive and fashionable weave serves as an unlikely shield, preventing further harm. Stepping out of the war machine, you breathe a sigh of relief, grateful for Abby's fortuitous intervention. The metallic click of handcuffs snapping shut punctuates the once lively scene, transforming it into a sobering tableau of defeat. As we're escorted away, you meet your friends' eyes, silently acknowledging the gravity of your impulsive actions in this colorful world. [[Jail time]]

Ignoring the blaring sirens behind her, Abby grits her teeth, her determination unwavering. "No way," she growls, her hands tightening on the wheel as she presses down on the accelerator. The thrill of the chase floods her veins, overpowering any sense of caution. With each passing moment, the distance between them and the pursuing police car widens, fueling a surge of adrenaline. They navigate through traffic with calculated precision, embracing the reckless exhilaration of evading capture. In this moment, there's no turning back—[[Abby is committed to the chase, come what may.]] <img src="https://i2-prod.mirror.co.uk/incoming/article6933133.ece/ALTERNATES/s1200d/Policeman-on-mobility-scooter.jpg">

With a tender heart emoji, she severs ties in a single, resolute action. Your valiant endeavor crumbles beneath the weight of her swift and decisive departure, leaving you to grapple with the echoes of futile effort. [[Let's move on]]

Upon realizing that she promptly blocks you, a wave of sadness washes over you. You harbored a glimmer of hope that perhaps this woman would take a moment to introspect, to contemplate the course of her life. Alas, it seems that old adage rings true: you can't teach an old dog new tricks. [[Let's move on]]

You discover yourself trapped within a dazzling, glitter-filled slay jail, surrounded by opulence with seemingly no escape in sight. Yet, amidst the sparkle and shimmer, a glimmer of hope emerges—a possibility beckons. What if, in this glamorous incarceration, salvation lies in the art of the lipsync extravaganza? It's a daring notion, a tantalizing prospect that suggests liberation through performance. As anticipation builds and you hold your breath in suspense, a curtain gracefully parts before you, revealing a dazzling stage that seems to stretch into infinity. Before your eyes, the spotlight illuminates the grandeur of the moment, casting a glow upon the figure standing there, [[none other than...]]

!Michelle Visage??!!!!???? <img src="https://static.ffx.io/images/$zoom_0.22068675889328063%2C$multiply_1.0582%2C$ratio_1.5%2C$width_756%2C$x_69%2C$y_77/t_crop_custom/q_86%2Cf_auto/5ac37016d115626f5427fb239a56a36f3fb901a6"> [[progress]]

In the aftermath of your wild ride through the vibrant streets of Floptropica, tension hangs thick in the air. With the cops hot on your trail, Abby reluctantly brings your joyride to a screeching halt,. As the officers swagger over, their authoritative presence casting a shadow over our escapade, they bark the inevitable order. "Out of the chair, now," one of them commands, his voice carrying the weight of consequence. "Party's over, folks," the other cop drawls, his tone dripping with authority as he saunters over. "Time to ditch the wheels and face the music. You're all in for a ride, and it ain't gonna be the fun kind. Hands up, and let's make this easy, alright?" Abby exchanges a glance with the others, resignation painted on all of your faces as you comply with a heavy sigh, knowing your recklessness has finally caught up with you. The metallic click of handcuffs snapping shut punctuates the once lively scene, transforming it into a sobering tableau of defeat. As we're escorted away, I meet my friends' eyes, silently acknowledging the gravity of our impulsive actions in this colorful world. [[Jail time]]

"Ah, well, well, well," Michelle exclaims with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, her voice carrying over the buzzing energy of the lipsync stage. "Looks like we're in for a bit of excitement, huh?" She flashes a sly grin as she strides confidently across the platform, her fellow performers captivated by her presence. "But worry not, my fellow flops, because I've got just the thing to liven up this show." With a dramatic gesture, she reveals her grand plan: a lipsync battle to dazzle and delight. "Think you've got what it takes to outshine me?" she challenges, her enthusiasm spreading like wildfire as the anticipation in the air crackles with excitement. And just like that, under the spotlight's glow, Michelle ignites a burst of joy and camaraderie, transforming the stage into a realm of spirited competition and boundless creativity. "Wendy," Michelle begins, her voice commanding attention as it reverberates through the room. "Your presence on this stage is undeniable. Your charisma, your energy—undeniably fierce." Wendy's heart races as Michelle's words wash over her, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Tonight," Michelle continues, her tone carrying a weight of significance, "I choose you, Wendy. Take this stage and show them what you're made of." [[Lipsync]]

The song will be..... Kahoot Theme Music!! In the heart of the impromptu stage, anticipation crackles through the air as the spotlight finds its mark on the one and only Wendy Williams. With a toss of her hair and a flash of her signature smile, she commands the room, her presence electrifying. "Well, well, well," Michelle Visage, seated in her role as judge, declares with a grin, her eyes alight with excitement. "Looks like we're in for a treat tonight!" However, as the audience of the prison braces for Wendy's performance, an unexpected figure steps onto the stage. A smelly old man, his unkempt appearance betraying a lifetime of hardship, emerges as Wendy's unlikely opponent. He had been jailed for pickpocketing, a stark contrast to Wendy's glamorous persona. <img src="https://c7.alamy.com/comp/F8EDCF/old-man-dancing-to-a-busker-outside-the-cathedral-in-seville-spain-F8EDCF.jpg"> Undeterred by the unusual circumstances, Wendy embraces the challenge with characteristic confidence. With each lip-synced word and exaggerated gesture, she embodies the essence of showmanship, captivating the audience with her unparalleled charisma. The crowd reacts with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, unsure of what to expect from this unconventional showdown. Yet, despite the odds stacked against him, the old man delivers a surprisingly spirited performance, drawing cheers and applause from the crowd. But as the final curtain falls, it is Wendy who emerges victorious, her dazzling performance leaving an indelible mark on the stage. Michelle rises from her seat, joining the audience in thunderous applause. [[Bow down]]

"Ladies and gentlemen," Michelle announces, her voice ringing out with authority, "we have witnessed a showdown of epic proportions tonight. But there can only be one winner." As the anticipation reaches its peak, Michelle's gaze settles on Wendy Williams, who stands before her, radiant with triumph. "Wendy," Michelle declares, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "you have proven yourself to be the ultimate lip-sync champion tonight. Shantay you stay, my dear. You've earned it." "And as for the rest of you," she continues, her voice ringing with authority, "I have decided to grant a special dispensation tonight. In recognition of your exceptional talents and the spirit of camaraderie that has flourished within these walls, I hereby declare that you are all free to go." Gasps of disbelief fill the room as the reality of Michelle's words sinks in. Tears of joy flow freely as you embrace one another, hearts full with gratitude and relief. And as you step out into the cool night air, a newfound sense of freedom washes over you, carrying with it the promise of new beginnings and brighter days ahead. With Michelle's blessing, you walk away from their shared ordeal, ready to embrace whatever adventures await us beyond the confines of our former prison. [[Go out]]

As the three of you step out into the softly illuminated streets, you find yourselves settling on a bench, ready to strategize your next move. "I have an idea," Kris announces, breaking the silence. "Okay ladies, since I slayed that lip sync and saved our hides, we should go on and actually try to take down that Taylor witch," Wendy interjects with a sassy flourish. ".Yes! We need to get our hands on those documents from Taylor Swift's office, and we need to do it fast. This time, NO DISTRACTIONS" Kris declares, her tone decisive. Abby, brimming with enthusiasm, leans in eagerly. "Count me in, Kris. But how do we pull this off without getting caught?" Kris smirks confidently. "Leave that to me, darlings. I've got a plan that's foolproof. We'll sneak into the office disguised as maintenance workers, snatch the documents, and be out of there before anyone even knows we were there." Wendy nods in agreement, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I'm loving the sound of that, Kris. Let's make it happen." Tonight, you will have to prove there's no heist you can't pull off. [[Get to T. S. office]] [[Get some sleep on the street bench]]

Under the cloak of darkness, you and your companions stealthily approach Taylor Swift's office building. With precision born of desperation, you navigate through the shadows, your determination a palpable force driving you forward. As you reach the entrance, Kris deftly bypasses the security system, her fingers dancing over the keypad with practiced ease. With a soft click, the door swings open, revealing the dimly lit corridor beyond. Moving with the grace of seasoned infiltrators, your senses heightened, you inch closer to your target. But just as you round the corner, you're met with an unexpected obstacle: a security guard, stationed at his post with unwavering vigilance. As you attempt to pass the guard, a creak echoes through the hallway, betraying your presence. The guard's sharp ears prick up, his eyes narrowing as he turns towards you. <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7263/7125196083_884e3a830e_o.jpg"> "Hey, what's going on here?" he demands, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Before you can react, the guard steps forward, his expression hardened with suspicion. "I don't know who you think you are, but you're not supposed to be here," he growls, his hand reaching for the radio at his waist. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you exchange a silent nod with your companions, your resolve unbroken even in the face of danger. But as you prepare to make your escape, the guard's voice rings out once more, freezing you in your tracks. "Not so fast," he says, his tone laced with authority. "I'm calling for backup. You're not going anywhere until the authorities arrive." Trapped and outnumbered, you share a resigned look with your companions, knowing that your daring heist has come to an abrupt end. With heavy hearts, you surrender to your fate, your dreams of retrieving Taylor Swift's documents slipping through your fingers like sand. What do you do? [[Try to reason with him]] [[Try to seduce him]] [[Try to attack him]]

As exhaustion washes over you, you decide to catch some much-needed sleep on the bench. Nestled against each other for warmth, you drift into a restless slumber, your dreams filled with visions of victory and vengeance. However, your moment of rest is short-lived as a prison guard, returning home from his late shift, stumbles upon the scene. Startled by the sight of the three familiar faces sprawled on the bench, he approaches cautiously, his suspicions aroused. "Wake up, you stupid rats," he grumbles, his voice cutting through the night air like a knife. "What has the wind brought in (co nám to sem vítr zavál)?" Groggy and disoriented, you all stir awake, bleary eyes meeting the stern gaze of the guard. Realizing you've been caught in a compromising situation, panic sets in as you scramble to explain themselves. But it's too late. With a sigh of resignation, the guard reaches for his handcuffs, his duty clear. As dawn breaks on the horizon, the trio finds themselves once again in the clutches of the law, their plans for revenge thwarted before they even had a chance to begin. [[jail visit]]

As you all get into the jail, expecting to lipsync for your life, you are welcomed with an empty room and an old janitor. <img src="https://graphicriver.img.customer.envatousercontent.com/files/273964883/janitor%20preview.jpg?auto=compress%2Cformat&q=80&fit=crop&crop=top&max-h=8000&max-w=590&s=aa33bd8f0fa04ccaf064390ffdb032d5"> "Where's Michelle?" Abby demands, her voice tinged with disappointment. The janitor shrugs, a bemused expression on his weathered face. "Sorry, ladies. Michelle's on vacation. You're stuck with me for now." Undeterred, Wendy steps forward with a confident smirk. "Well, if we can't have Michelle, we'll just have to make do with what we've got. How about a little lip-sync battle, Mr. janitor?" The janitor chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm not much of a performer, but I do have a proposition for you. You want out of this joint? It'll cost you." Kris raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "How much are we talking?" The janitor leans in, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say, it'll take more than a song and dance to earn your freedom." "Well, fuck that, I'm not in mood for games" says Abby and punches the janitor in the face with a full force. "ABBY!" the rest of the team yells. "Are you all dumb? Anyone could take out this wimpy man. You should be thanking me, [[LETS GET OUT]]"

As you and your companions finally emerge from the confines of jail, the air tastes sweeter, freedom an intoxicating elixir after your stint behind bars. But as you wander the streets, a poster catches your eye, plastered against a nearby wall. It's an advertisement for Taylor Swift's upcoming charity event, promising to raise funds for Badussy war veterans. With a shared glance, you and your companions exchange knowing looks. This could be your chance to show the world what you're made of, to prove to Taylor Swift and her cronies that you're not to be underestimated. "We should crash it," Kris suggests, her voice brimming with determination. "Show that kunt how it's really done." Wendy's eyes gleam with mischief as she nods in agreement. "I'm in. Let's give her a taste of our own brand of charity." Abby, always one for a bit of drama, grins from ear to ear. "This is going to be epic. Let's do it." With your plan set in motion, you and your companions set out to crash Taylor Swift's charity event, ready to shake things up and show the world what true divas are made of. After all, when Abby Lee Miller, Wendy Williams, and Kris join forces, there's no telling what kind of chaos they'll unleash. [[Let´s get ready]]

The guard is absolutely not pleased with your nerve to approach him like that, he arrests you. [[jail visit]]

'HEEEEEEEEEEEEY HANDSOOOOOME!', Wendy yells. The guard shows a face of disgust and arrests you all. [[jail visit]]

´Ima beat that bitch up´, says Wendy and prepares to fight, only to stumble backwards and fall on her ass. You are promptly arrested. [[jail visit]]

As you gather in a flurry of anticipation, eager to prepare for the night ahead. With the energy of a whirlwind, you transform your surroundings into a makeshift glam squad headquarters, each of you taking on a specific role in the preparations. Kris, the mastermind behind your ensemble, sifts through racks of clothing with a discerning eye, her fingers grazing over fabrics as she selects the perfect attire to make a statement. "We need to look fierce," she declares, her voice tinged with determination. Meanwhile, Wendy, armed with an arsenal of makeup brushes and palettes, sets to work creating show-stopping looks that will turn heads and steal the spotlight. "No glam squad? No problem," she quips, her laughter filling the room as she works her magic. Abby, ever the perfectionist, takes charge of hair styling, her skilled hands weaving intricate braids and crafting voluminous curls with ease. "We're going to slay the boots down okurrrrr," she declares with a grin, her confidence contagious as she puts the finishing touches on each of your looks. As you step into the night, ready to take the charity event by storm, you know that together, there's nothing you can't conquer. [[Or is there?]]

As you approach the venue, exuding confidence and style, you take in the grandeur of the lavishly decorated building where the event is set to unfold. "Quite the spectacle, isn't it?" Abby remarks. "It's a bit over the top, if you ask me," Kris adds, a hint of skepticism in her voice. Wendy shakes her head in disbelief. "Does she really think all this glitz and glamour will win her the support she needs?" "If so, she's even more stupid than she appears," Wendy concludes with a smirk. [[Go inside]] [[Look around]]

As you navigate through the crowd, your eyes scanning the room filled with famous faces, you can't help but down a few glasses of champaigne while gossiping about some of the well known faces "Can you believe she's wearing that raggedy dress?" Kris murmurs, her voice dripping with disdain. "And did you hear about her latest breakup? It's like she might actually be the problem," Abby quips, rolling her eyes. Wendy scoffs. "I heard he had his buccal fat removed. I didn´t know he could get any more bad looking." <img src="https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/-/media/images/health/3_-wellness/cosmetic/buccal-fat-pad.png?h=400&iar=0&mh=400&mw=670&w=485&hash=3FD61226E3522FC681CB26ADD3D25E9A"> However, their conversation comes to a halt as Taylor Swift takes the stage, ready to address the crowd. [[Hear the speech]]

As you stealthily make your way around the perimeter, trying to avoid detection from the guests, a sudden outburst from Abby catches your attention. Rushing over to her, you find her lying in the bushes, wheelchair next to her on the ground. "What on earth are you doing?" Kris demands, her voice tinged with exasperation. "We were supposed to be quiet." "I'm sorry, but you have to see this," Abby replies between giggles. You glance down at her hand and see her clutching a bottle of Scotch. "Drop it you drunk fuck" Wendy questions, taking the bottle from Abby, popping it open, and taking a swig. "Okay, that's enough," Kris interjects sternly. "We haven't even set foot inside yet, and you're already getting drunk. Give me that!" With a determined expression, Kris confiscates the bottle from Wendy and leads the way towards the front door of the venue, despite the annoyed looks from Wendy and Abby. [[Go inside]]

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, and especially our beloved badussy war veterans," Taylor Swift begins, her voice projecting across the room with practiced poise and confidence. "Tonight, as we gather to honor these brave individuals, I am reminded of the struggles and sacrifices they have made for our country. But more importantly, I am reminded of the parallels between their experiences and my own journey." She pauses for dramatic effect, allowing her words to sink in as she basks in the attention of the audience. "You see, much like our esteemed veterans, I too have faced adversity in my life," Taylor continues, her tone earnest. "From the trials of fame to the tribulations of heartbreak, I have navigated the treacherous waters of the entertainment industry with grace and resilience." A smattering of applause fills the room, but Taylor presses on, her gaze unwavering as she commands the attention of her audience. [[Listen to the speech and behave]] [[Shout at Taylor]]

Even though you hate the speech, and question the nerve of Taylor, you try to stay calm, take a drink and enjoy eachothers company. As the enchanting opening notes of your favorite song fill the air, Abby's excitement bubbles over. "Do you hear that!?" she exclaims. "It's 'Sissy That Walk' by RuPaul!" Wendy shouts in recognition. Without hesitation, Kris grabs everyone's hands. "We have to hit the dance floor!" she declares, pulling them along with her. [[Go dance]]

"Did you hear that shit? Outrageous!" Says loudly Kris "Here she goes again, playing the victim," Abby yells, her frustration mounting. Taylor stumbles over her words for a bit, but she quickly recovers. Wendy nods in agreement and shouts. "You wouldn't know real talent if it hit you in the face." Kris raises her voice above the murmurs of the crowd. "Enough with the fake humility, Taylor! Get the fuck out of here!!" Your outburst garners attention from the surrounding guests and a bodyguard, who rushes towards you. What do you do? [[Run]] [[Fight him]]

As you unleash your best dance moves, the effects of your drunkenness begin to take hold. Your legs wobble, knees buckle, and before you know it, you're all sprawled out on the dance floor. The bodyguards quickly spring into action, rushing over to help you up and usher you outside, hoping to prevent any further embarrassment in front of the entire audience. Because of your non-cooperation and stupidity, you get arrested. [[jail time]]

You turn aroun and try to ran us quickly as you can but your drunk bodies do not respond well and after a few steps out of the door, you all collapse. The guard catches up to you and arrests you. [[jail time]]

The three of try to corner the guard but he is no joke. Even though you try to apply everything you were taught in the Floptropica´s most prestigious spy university, your tipsy bodies are too out of control so you end up cornered and arrested. [[jail time]]

As the heavy metal doors of the jail swing open, youenter with your expressions a mix of resignation and defiance. Inside the dimly lit corridor, you're greeted by the familiar sight of Michelle Visage, her presence commanding attention even in this dreary setting. Her eyes light up as she catches sight of the trio, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well, well, well, look who's back," Michelle remarks, her voice tinged with amusement as she approaches you. With a flick of her wrist, Michelle gestures towards the janitor who stands nearby, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It seems you'll be facing off against an old acquaintance," she announces, her tone laced with intrigue. Then, with a pointed look at Kris, she adds, "Kris, i choose you to the lipsync battle." The janitor smirks, a sense of déjà vu hanging in the air as he meets Kris's gaze. "We meet again," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. As the tension mounts, Kris puts her game face on and strikes the starting pose as Vacation Bible School by Ayesha Erotica starts to play. How will you finish your lipsync? [[Death drop]] [[A flip]]

As the song reaches its climax, Kris delivers a jaw-dropping death drop, stunning the crowd and leaving the janitor in the dust. With a triumphant smirk, she lands gracefully, sealing her victory. <img src="https://www.pride.com/media-library/image.gif?id=31823950&width=767&quality=85"> Michelle, impressed by Kris's performance, wastes no time in freeing you from your predicament. With a flick of her wrist, she signals for your release. [[Go outside]]

As the song nears its end, Kris unleashes a show-stopping flip, soaring through the air with breathtaking agility. The crowd erupts into cheers as she lands flawlessly, outshining the janitor in a dazzling display of skill. Impressed by Kris's stunning performance, Michelle swiftly intervenes, ensuring your liberation. [[Go outside]]

As you step out of the jail into the bright daylight, a sense of urgency washes over you. With the realization that it's election day, you exchange determined glances, knowing that they have no time to waste in their mission to take Taylor down. "Girls, we need to get our assess to the Pink House!" Abby declares, her voice resolute. "So get your wheels wheeling you idiot" Wendy interjects, her brow furrowed with uncertainty. With a shared sense of purpose, you rush through the bustling streets, the weight of your mission propelling you forward. As you approach the Pink House, the hub of Taylor's campaign, you steel yourself for the battle ahead. [[enter the Pink house]]

You are rushing through the crowds of people, looking for the right way to enter Taylor´s office. You take one staicase after the other, running as fast as you can but Abby´s starting to fall (wheel) behind! [[Wait for her]] [[Leave her behind]]

"MOVE YOUR ASS!" Wendy's voice echoes through the stairwell as Abby struggles to catch her breath, pushing her wheelchair. Kris sighs and rushes up to Abby, attempting to push her up the stairs. Fortunately, you reach the top floor, facing only one glittery door. "This has to be it!" Wendy exclaims eagerly. "Alright, ladies, [[let´s get this party started]]," Kris announces with a determined tone.

As you rush towards the last floor, leaving Abby behind, you notice there is only one glittery door on the last floor. As shock settles that you finally found the door you've been looking for, Abby catches up to you. "You bitches! You wanted to leave me there!" Abby accuses, her voice filled with anger. "You were slowing us down!" Wendy yells. Abby stretches her hand and slaps both Kris and Wendy. <img src="https://media1.s-nbcnews.com/i/streams/2013/March/130315/1C6465325-tdy-130314-abbyleemiller-1.jpg"> As they recover from the strong slap, Abby warns, "Don't let that shit happen ever again. Next time, I won't be so nice. Now [[let´s get this party started]]"

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you burst through the glittery door of the office, being welcomed with Taylor´s surprised face. "What the fuck????" Taylor exclaims, rising from her chair. "Why so surprised?" Kris retorts boldly. "We're here to put an end to your reign of manipulation and deceit once and for all." "Hah! I would like to see you try, you clowns," Taylor scoffs, her confidence unwavering. What do you do? [[Try to reason with her]] [[Choke that hoe]]

Kris steps forward, her expression serious as she addresses Taylor. "Taylor, it's time to face reality. Nobody gave a shit about Karma, nobody will give a shit about you being President. It's time to step down from running in the election before it's too late." Taylor's laughter fills the room, her amusement evident as she looks Kris directly in the eye. "Oh, Kris, you're adorable. But do you really think I'd give up now, when victory is so close? Fix your mug, then come talk to me." Kris's jaw tightens, her resolve unshaken despite Taylor's dismissive attitude. "This isn't a game, Taylor. People's lives are at stake (trust). You need to stop before you do irreparable harm." Taylor waves her hand dismissively, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, please. Spare me the lecture. I'll do whatever it takes to win, and nothing you say will change that." With a frustrated sigh, Kris realizes that reasoning with Taylor may be futile. But she refuses to give up, knowing that she must find another way to stop Taylor's destructive path to power. What do you do? [[Choke that hoe]] [[Try to blackmail her]]

!"I´ve had enough of that BITCH!" <img src="https://www.sheknows.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/iu4hv35pxqnjkhnwtc5b.jpeg?w=636"> In a sudden surge of rage, Abby lunges forward, her hands outstretched towards Taylor's throat. With a primal scream, she attempts to choke the life out of her adversary, her fury unchecked by reason or restraint. The room erupts into chaos as Abby's companions rush to help her, pulling Taylor's hair and trying to choke the shit out of her. Taylor, her expression a mix of shock and terror, recoils from the onslaught, her hands instinctively rising to defend herself. The struggle reaches a fever pitch as Abby continues to fight against her, her eyes ablaze with unbridled fury. Amidst the chaos, voices clamor for calm, pleading for reason to prevail in the face of such violence. Slowly, the bitch drops dead. As the room falls into an uneasy silence, the gravity of the situation sinks in. [[Someone opens the door]]

The news of Taylor's demise spread as quickly as the plague , Beyoncé arrives at Taylor's office to offer her congratulations to the trio on their successful assassination attempt. With a solemn nod, she delivers the shocking revelation that RuPaul has emerged victorious in the election. "Congratulations on a job well done," Beyoncé intones, her voice carrying a weighty gravitas. "Your actions have paved the way for RuPaul's triumph. Thank you, for defending our right to have a free election." Wendy, Abby and Kris exchange stunned glances, their minds reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Despite the gravity of the situation, they can't help but feel a sense of vindication knowing that their efforts have brought about real change. "Oh, and ladies?" Beyoncé's voice rings out with authority. "I almost forgot that the newly elected President RuPaul would like to honor your courage by awarding you with a medal for your undeniable courage. [[Come with me]]."

Wendy steps forward, a sly smile playing on her lips as she confronts Taylor. "Taylor, darling, I have some information that might interest you. Information that could make or break your campaign." Taylor's eyebrow arches in curiosity, but her expression remains composed. "Oh? And what might that be, Wendy?" Wendy leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We have a photo of you without makeup." Taylor's laughter echoes through the room, her amusement evident as she meets Wendy's gaze. "Oh, Wendy, you really think you can blackmail me? You underestimate my ability to handle any situation." Wendy's smile falters, but she refuses to back down. "This isn't a game, Taylor. If this information were to get out, it could destroy everything you've worked for. You look like a roach without that goddamn eyeliner of yours" Taylor's smirk remains firmly in place as she shakes her head. "I'm not afraid of a little blackmail, Wendy. I'll do whatever it takes to win, and nothing you say will change that." With a frustrated sigh, Wendy realizes that her attempt to blackmail Taylor has failed. At this point, Abby´s patience has vanished. "I´m gonna [[Choke that hoe]]!!", she yells.

As they come out of the Pink House, the epicenter of Floptropica's political power, the girls are greeted by the sight of RuPaul, resplendent in all his glory, standing proudly in front of the grand entrance. <img src="https://images-prod.dazeddigital.com/939/0-89-939-626/azure/dazed-prod/1280/3/1283985.jpg"> "Sup bitcheeezzz," RuPaul begins, his voice carrying across the crowd gathered before him, "today marks a historic moment for Floptropica. Thanks to the bravery and determination of these three extraordinary individuals, our nation has been saved from another Taylor flop ass tired ass white woman pop lazy album." The citizens of Floptropica erupt into cheers and applause, their admiration for the trio evident as they eagerly await the presentation of the medals. With a gracious smile, RuPaul steps forward, holding out the medals of honor for Abby, Wendy, and Kris to receive. "As President of Floptropica, it is my honor to present you with these medals in recognition of your outstanding courage and selflessness," RuPaul announces, his voice filled with pride. "May they serve as a symbol of our gratitude and appreciation for your unwavering dedication to our beloved nation." As the medals are bestowed upon them, Abby, Wendy, and Kris feel a swell of pride and accomplishment wash over them. Standing before the citizens of Floptropica, they know that their actions have made a difference and that their bravery will be remembered for generations to come. THE END PERIODDDDDDDD