The Chads are broken, the Karens lost. Weebs falling left and right. The Kyles are out of monster. Furries scatter the ground. Gamers ranks flanked. Florida man is overwhelmed.
Hope is lost. Until you hear it. A loud call from a rams horn. The trampling of hooves upon the earth. A great stampede approaches.
It is them, the ones we all thought had forsaken us. The greatest groups that we never could have expected.
Horse girls. Riding their noble steeds into the fray. And riding behind them a race that was thought to be lost…. A group that is potentially the horniest for aliens:
