[Inland Empire - Easy, 7]

You feel something stir inside you. A rainbow. A parade. A marching band of men in mesh shirts and glittered jeans, calling you to join them.

Failure.

Inland Empire: You resist the call, but deep down you know… The bullet has already pierced your heart, detective. You’re gay now. There’s no turning back.

Volition: Nonsense. You are still you. This is nothing but a joke written on a wall. Unless… unless you liked reading it?

Thought gained: The Gay Agenda, Part II (Now Personal)

You thought it was their plan. But maybe… maybe it’s yours now.