ben909
vaporeon character != mushroom characters
Whenever I get tfed back to a rat, yes.
Heya Ben!
*Hugs with bipedal fox arms!*
Ok,still wearing mask though
... whole day of driving for me today

Whenever I get tfed back to a rat, yes.
Heya Ben!
*Hugs with bipedal fox arms!*
*purrs* ^.=.^* gives the friendly dragon a hug*
*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
*shows up with a human transformation potion* here you go*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
AHpicks you up with my sub
... you may have magic now so i will need you to help me
*bats it away* NO MORE DRUGS*shows up with a human transformation potion* here you go
AH
Is it really you!? Oh, who am I kidding, you don’t exist hahehea! LEMME go, I’M ESCAPING
*jumps overboard*
*bats it away* NO MORE DRUGS
*whimpers and starts to cry*AH
Is it really you!? Oh, who am I kidding, you don’t exist hahehea! LEMME go, I’M ESCAPING
*jumps overboard*
*bats it away* NO MORE DRUGS
*whimpers*
*sobs*he has has an issue with drugs yesterday i think
AH
Is it really you!? Oh, who am I kidding, you don’t exist hahehea! LEMME go, I’M ESCAPING
*jumps overboard*
*bats it away* NO MORE DRUGS
Oh, now I’m trying to guilt myself into staying in the cursed realm! Brain, oh brain, you truly are an underhanded scoundrel. Hehehehee!*whimpers and starts to cry*
Nope. You can’t bother me because you’re just a figment of my imagination.Oh you still a hot fox i see
Gives water to replenish the lost water*sobs*
Nobody likes me *cries harder*
*gives the dragon a hug*Nobody likes me *cries harder*
Are you some representation of my deep-seated anxiety that I’ll be shunned by society on my eventual return? Or perhaps some specter or spirit designed to drive me further into insanity? I care not. Fare well, whatever you may be: you shan’t see me around anymore!!Nobody likes me *cries harder*
*purrs* ^.=.^*gives the dragon a hug*
I’m realAre you some representation of my deep-seated anxiety that I’ll be shunned by society on my eventual return? Or perhaps some specter or spirit designed to drive me further into insanity? I care not. Fare well, whatever you may be: you shan’t see me around anymore!!
Oh, but are you? I can only be assured of my own existence; all else is mere speculation! A good God wouldn’t allow such torment to actually occur to one of his servants—ergo, this cannot be real!!I’m real
I’m real