>be me
>feminist bog witch
>born in the misty swamps, raised by toads and radical theory books that floated in on the tide
>patriarchy tried to burn me at the stake once
>lol, I turned the fire into a herbal tea party
>now the world ended, nukes or whatever, wastes everywhere
>roaming the irradiated badlands on my broomstick made from recycled protest signs
>see a group of raiders, all dudes with spiked armor and toxic masculinity
>"oi, witch! make us sandwiches!"
>cast spell: turn their guns into vibrators
>they're confused, start vibing literally
>one tries to mansplain survival tactics
>zap him into a newt, but a feminist newt who respects boundaries
>keep wandering, find a settlement of survivors
>women huddled, men hoarding the canned beans
>preach the gospel of intersectional feminism over a cauldron of glowing sludge
>"sisters, rise up! smash the post-apoc patriarchy!"
>they arm themselves with my enchanted fem-bats (baseball bats with #MeToo engraved)
>overthrow the bean-hoarders, establish matriarchal bog commune
>but I'm not done, the wastes call
>hear rumors of a mega-patriarch in the ruined city
>giant dude with a harem of AI waifus
>fly in, drop truth bombs like "consent is key, even in the apocalypse"
>he laughs, sends mutant incels after me
>turn them into allies with a potion of self-reflection
>they start a support group: "Mutants Against Misogyny"
>defeat the big bad by quoting Simone de Beauvoir while hexing his throne
>world still shit, but slightly less patriarchal
>fade back into the fog, still out there
>waiting for the next wave of mansplainers
>mfw the bog claims another soul