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Domjoe414
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Angry Juno? Ha, 'tis a pity. A pity indeed.
Predators and Prey
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- fun game lol predsvsprey
as a latex i tf all the time, maybe eat someone alive once or twice
Oh no gay bottoms everywhere :0
*catches*
another fucking transfur? is it just me or none are becuase of latex?
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
And i'm back to normal!
SANNTO!
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
COCKY!
U look differant
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
This is my sona.
Prefer u being a rat
Universe
Most powerful dragon human hybrid in the universe
*nuzzles hand*
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
Thank you, you're too kind.
You can go suck it.
But dont really cause I would get in trouble.
Lenago
Top hatted fox
* gives the friendly dragon a hug*
Ok fine. I will.... but can u sometimes go to ur old pfp
ssaannttoo
Joy Boi
Whenever I get tfed back to a rat, yes.
Heya Ben!
*Hugs with bipedal fox arms!*
Arishipshape
TFed Ex-Knight
*in a messy, jagged scrawl, an Braixen maniacally tries to write*
Knight’s(?) log, maybe Wednesday, IDEC
The last 24 hours have been, by far, the worst of my life. I have been drugged, married, and transformed multiple times, all against my will. I came to on a boat in the middle of a wedding ceremony, barely able to piece together how I’d got there. then, dozens of lunatics tackled me and forced an undoubtedly evil magical artifact ring onto my finger. When I finally managed to escape, I was attacked by multiple monsters of varying sizes (one frog-like thing and one fox-like thing). Now, I myself am a fox, the antithesis of every value that I hold dear. With fur in a dress pattern. (I dropped my stash of TF potions in the ocean during the struggle.) FUR. IN A FUCKING—
I only write this utter humiliation down in order to make for a hilarious story when I’m back home. I’ve seen a few children’s books where the author claims to have gone on wacky adventures, and I believe those authors may have had similar drug-induced hallucinogenic experiences to my own. While mine have been naught but torment, maybe some other soul may find the absurdity mildly entertaining. I myself am doubting whether or not any of these events actually came to pass, or whether nothing’s really happened ever since I set foot on this accursed island. Perhaps there is some hallucinogenic drug in the air, and this is all in my head. That wouldn’t explain the difficulty I’ve had writing this (literally: paws don’t make particularly good writing equipment), but perhaps my fingers are merely shaking from extreme vitamin deficiency and excessive intoxication. It also seems to have affected my brain: I almost started to *the next few lines are scribbled out*
But all this is at an end now: i’ve constructed a raft, and will return to reality and the main-land posthaste. May my voyages have fair winds and a calm sea.
*shoves raft out*
*begins rowing with stick*
*immediately sinks*
NOOOOOOOOOO
Knight’s(?) log, maybe Wednesday, IDEC
The last 24 hours have been, by far, the worst of my life. I have been drugged, married, and transformed multiple times, all against my will. I came to on a boat in the middle of a wedding ceremony, barely able to piece together how I’d got there. then, dozens of lunatics tackled me and forced an undoubtedly evil magical artifact ring onto my finger. When I finally managed to escape, I was attacked by multiple monsters of varying sizes (one frog-like thing and one fox-like thing). Now, I myself am a fox, the antithesis of every value that I hold dear. With fur in a dress pattern. (I dropped my stash of TF potions in the ocean during the struggle.) FUR. IN A FUCKING—
I only write this utter humiliation down in order to make for a hilarious story when I’m back home. I’ve seen a few children’s books where the author claims to have gone on wacky adventures, and I believe those authors may have had similar drug-induced hallucinogenic experiences to my own. While mine have been naught but torment, maybe some other soul may find the absurdity mildly entertaining. I myself am doubting whether or not any of these events actually came to pass, or whether nothing’s really happened ever since I set foot on this accursed island. Perhaps there is some hallucinogenic drug in the air, and this is all in my head. That wouldn’t explain the difficulty I’ve had writing this (literally: paws don’t make particularly good writing equipment), but perhaps my fingers are merely shaking from extreme vitamin deficiency and excessive intoxication. It also seems to have affected my brain: I almost started to *the next few lines are scribbled out*
But all this is at an end now: i’ve constructed a raft, and will return to reality and the main-land posthaste. May my voyages have fair winds and a calm sea.
*shoves raft out*
*begins rowing with stick*
*immediately sinks*
NOOOOOOOOOO