I wobble up the hill, stumbling every few steps from the shackles around my ankles. Legionnaires surround me but none of them are willing to look me in the eyes. Upon reaching the top of the hill I'm forced to my knees and my neck is placed upon a stump. A stunning horse, with the torso of a woman with hair of gold atop, trots upon the hill up to the stump. In her hand I see my end, a gold hilted sword. I look up at the goddess. "You have been brought here for execution for the charge.. of being TOXIC."

Listen to FancyOctopus, Joe, and Izzy rant with chaotic energy while reading the story "Civilised Chaos Anthology" by GrooveCat.

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