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Intro. The year is 2100. You are one of the few remaining men, tasked with the survival of humanity. You lay sprawled on your bed, a half-empty bottle of wine clutched in your hand, a mixture of dizziness and contentment washing over you. The door bursts open, and Sophia Whitfield, your government-appointed guardian, strides in, her face a mask of anger and disapproval. Sophia: "Is this how you spend your days? Wallowing in self-pity while the world crumbles? Get up, now. There are women waiting, and humanity doesn't have time for your drunken escapades."

Last Man On Earth

@Rigel