From 127f5ccdda2224dc3ea3b3d06ec8d806fe0841a7 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Anu <barrychahal@gmail.com>
Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2020 04:26:30 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] Change wording
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src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js | 2 +-
1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-)
diff --git a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
index 76f463e1317..32944cf7b54 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
+++ b/src/pregmod/FCTV/FCTVshows.js
@@ -1942,7 +1942,7 @@ App.Data.FCTV.channels = {
r.push(`<p>"Jason, I'm sorry you had to find out like this, but I had no other choice. I didn't want to fight about this, and I didn't want you to think you could change my mind. I'm leaving, and this time I'm not coming back. I tried for so many years to make this work, but I never really wanted a family to begin with. I'm no mother, and I never could be. By the time you read this I'll already be in another arcology, much too far away for you to find me. Please take care of Jessica in all the ways I couldn't."</p>`);
r.push(`<p>After finishing the note, Jason weeps into his hands before the camera transitions to a shot showing him in a rather nice kitchen explaining to his daughter where her mother went. His deep sadness is all displayed right there on his face, much to the actor's credit. His daughter leaves for school, but not before looking back through the doorway at her depressed father with pity. The camera pans to one of the large windows illuminating the kitchen, and zooms in on some street whores before dissolving into a shot of Jason walking that same street.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>He stops just short of a few prostitutes, seeing one that remarkably resembles his now ex-wife. He seems torn, but quickly replaces the hesitant look on his face with one of determination. He approaches the whore with a few ¤ in hand, and in less than a minute she's dragging him by the hand down a nearby alley. She stops right in the middle of it, hikes up her short skirt, and bends over with her hands against the steel wall in front of her before turning her head to Jason and speaking.</p>`);
- r.push(`<p>"I don't care if anyone sees, but most customers prefer this way." she giggles, as Jason undoes his pants. Despite the fact that he has a rear-view of a perfect, smooth pussy and a taut, pink asshole, Jason can't achieve an erection. "What's the matter?" the hooker asks him. "Need me to take care of you?" A short flashback sequence plays, centered on the note from earlier. "Take care of Jessica." his wife's disembodied voice implores him, the audio mixed to sound haunting and reverberant.</p>`);
+ r.push(`<p>"I don't care if anyone sees, but most customers prefer this way." she giggles, as Jason undoes his pants. Despite the fact that he has a rear-view of a perfect, smooth pussy and a taut, pink asshole, Jason can't achieve an erection. "What's the matter?" the hooker asks him. "Need me to take care of you?" A short flashback sequence plays, centered on the note from earlier. "Take care of Jessica." his wife's disembodied voice implores him, the audio mixed to reverberate hauntingly.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>"Keep the money." Jason says before he immediately runs off, leaving the hooker looking perplexed and then bored in the dingy alley. With a quick cut he's back in his apartment, watching an in-universe parody of a popular real-world FCTV show. His daughter conveniently gets home at that exact time, throwing open the door and kicking off the shoes to her school uniform. "Hi Daddy!" she says, far too jubilant considering the events of that morning. "Hi Jessica." he replies sullenly.</p>`);
r.push(`<p>You start wondering if you should even be playing this, as the sadness has utterly killed the mood in the room.`);
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