Wyrd Organization of Furries

...Okay, but if you get stuck again, you're on your own!

 

Well, at least you got to the bathroom! I've never made it all the way there before. Last time I threw up, it was right outside my brother's room and it kinda went under the door.

*looks at the flags with a disgusted expression, then climbs on top of the step in front of a shipment garage*
People of the city, hear me now! While the Empress lives in such luxury, high in her palace, amongst those who have gained their position, not by their own hard work but, through acts of great greed and dishonesty, we, the people of our once fair city, attempt in vain to survive in the filth left by these very people. Through our blood, sweat, and tears, and the grinding of gears, we slave day after day to keep the city alive. But, for the sake of whom, I ask? When we are not working, we are scavenging for food to feed our families. Only those who live with the Empress have the luxury of enjoyment. We beg for their sympathy, for medicine to cure our children, for rest from our endless burdens... Yet, our so called "leaders" turn their noses up at the mere sight of us! Do they not realize that it is we, the people, who fill their wallets? Do they not realize that we, the people, fill their glasses?! Well, I say: no more!
People! Do not surrender yourselves to these brutes! These men, who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives and tell you what to do, what to think, and what to feel! These are the very men who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, and use you as cannon fodder! Do not give yourselves to these unnatural, machine men with mechanized minds and mechanical hearts! We are not machines! We are not cattle! We are men! We have the love of humanity in our hearts! We don't hate! Only the unloved hate! The unloved and unnatural! People! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberation!
Our dictatorial leaders free themselves from hardship, but they condemn us to it! Let us rise up in arms to show them that we are not cattle! Let us fight for a world of reason and equality, where we reap what we sow, and not only have the right to pursue happiness, but have the right to it as well! My brothers! I stand before you a broken, worn out man *gestures to his mechanical right arm* I have lost everything... My job. My dwelling. My love... *chokes back some tears* Gaze upon me, now, my brethren! I am your future, should we not retaliate! They will take the lives of those you love without any thought of consequence! In the name of freedom, let us unite! As one, we shall regain our lives! *picks up his rifle and raises it in the air* For life! For Love! For Liberty!
*the people all raise their weapons and begin to cheer*


I absolutely love the whole steampunk universe

 

Watch your step, Black Mage. I will hear no words against the Empress. She's the sweetest little seven year old you'd ever have the privilege to meet, and I will not allow you to harm one red hair on her pretty head. She'd happily give you her favorite stuffed bunny and invite you to have seed cakes with her at a tea party.

The Parliament, on the other hand, are a bunch of scheming, corrupt, lecherous sacks of pus, and are fully responsible for everything you just said and more. You're more than welcome to toss them all into hell, if you can get at them. Gods know, I would, if it wouldn't just give them the ammunition they needed to usurp the throne.

 

So, the Empress is simply a puppet? A face for the public to either direct their hate or their praise towards. This has been noted; she will remain untouched. If the Empress wishes to aid her subjects in their plight, we need food, medicine, and ammunition. Force answers force, so Parliament be warned: your day reckoning is upon you.

 

Something about Force?

 

Next year, I'm going to run a savage race bare footed:

It's gonna be so awesome! Six miles of running, and swimming, through fire, barbed wire, ice, dangling electric cables, and other such hazardous things! It's stuff like this which makes me wonder if I'm messed up in the head.

 

Me too... Why must you condemn us, college/university?!? *sigh* C'est la vie.

 

It's a French phrase: "Such is life."
Very true, that.

 

I just noticed I do something really depressing. Every time I pass a flag pole, I find myself checking to see if they're at half mast, due to some new tragedy. It's sad that I not only dread, but half expect them to be down there. It's been rough this last year.

 

It really has been. But, don't get too sad when you see a flag at half mast. Most people don't know what it means anymore and they just do it because they're lazy.

 

That has never ever happened to me, and I don't think it's possible for the enemy team to be 20 levels higher.. 10-15 maybe but 20 no.

 

Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back — For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack:


Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.
The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a Hunter — go forth and get food of thine own.
Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle — the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear.
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken — it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.
If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!
If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.
The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.
The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will;
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.
Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.
Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.
Cave-Right is the right of the Father — to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law.
Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is — Obey!

 

Life should be lived in anticipation of late nights exploring planets in starbound and other happy times ^^

"wish I had a direwolf I could control in my dreams"

The uh Druid in diablo two is just for you

 

I think that I found my fursona:

I shall start drawing this immediately... But, it's probably going to turn out... charmingly rustic:

 

Cute
And silly tiny furry animal