You’re a an eight foot tall redhead and you’re queen of the gingers. What does this mean?
This means you hand down decrees to other gingers.
“WE SHALL ONLY DATE OTHER GINGERS IN THE MONTH OF APRIL!” you’ll shout as your pale, formless horde shuffles in front of you.
“Creepy,” one of the gingers of diluted blood will mumble.
You will point to him, or someone near him at least, and the crowd will fall upon your target with ferocious rage, tearing them limb from limb. The crowd will be briefly made less pale by the display, but it won’t last. Their natural, freaky coloring will begin to shine through the blood almost immediately, and the stains will fade away under their luminescence.
“GINGER! GINGER! GINGER!” they’ll shout in unison.
“IT HAS BEGUN!” you’ll shout back at them, signifying the beginning, and the period just before the end of, your reign of terror.
Congratulations Ginger Queen!
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