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NEO-MUNX is conceived, imagined and written by Mark D. Hoskins.  This story is the direct result of a vivid dream I had during the summer of 2001 and has grown from there.

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We entered the temple chambers, trying our hardest to remain unnoticed, which was soon to be found impossible. Every man and woman was completely clean of hair, plucked from the roots with tools designed for permanent removal, tattooed with complicated multicoloured patterns over their entire bodies and dressed in socks and scarves, nothing else. Immediately we were seized by a half dozen oversized goons, one to each hand and foot, hoisted above the crowds and carried swiftly up the oversized stone steps that led towards the central cathedral. Eerie chanting filled the air with dread, a foreign language, menacing and satanic, echoing louder as we neared.
The cathedral was covered in intricate mosaics of colourful art, depictions of a perverted religion, wrong and disgusting. We entered on the third floor near the top of the rotunda, facing thousands of devotees blindly chanting to their gods of sin, and were placed into a locked tunnel with a blue steel slide comprised of five poles set in a saddle shape, leading to the floor. There was only one way out: to leap into the masses and plunge down into the abyss, and with no way of knowing what was waiting for us, there was no where else to go. My leap of faith lasted mere seconds. Upon reaching the end I was grabbed by another group of goons and stripped naked, ripping and clawing at my clothes like animals. My body was raised above the chaotic masses that chanted with great anxiety and slapped into a chair made of the same blue tubing with restraints for my chest, neck, legs and wrists. I was approached by several naked women who proceeded to remove all the hair from my body with specialized tools that burnt the ducts like fire, one at a time, in ritual holding each one above them like a trophy, and with each one the crowd cheered ecstatically. Once every hair on my body was permanently removed, a similar tool as is used for circumcision was produced, and my nipples were sliced off, my bloody chest pierced, and large irremovable hoops were inserted into the holes. Similar rings were inserted into my septum, my ears and my penis. Chains were attached to all the hoops, and I was hoisted into the air, screaming in agony. The brainwashed masses roared in anticipation and delight.


 
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