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Who remembers old FAF?


Where's all the oldfags at?

I also miss "broke the 10k barrier, hasnt seen the sun" when you had more than 10k posts.

post about the good 'ol times.

Rock E. Horror

Cruis'n USA
I joined a couple of months before the forum closed, I used to be more serious, less shitposting, I miss those days.


I joined a couple of months before the forum closed, I used to be more serious, less shitposting, I miss those days.
idk man. in 2010 it was just shitposting galore. I'm back though. I think I stopped going in about 2013 or so. there's still a bunch of threads on the first page with my posts in them. necro'd as hell, but holy crap I didnt realize how much I posted on here.


Reet Mazer
I've been around awhile, mostly lurking and reading and not so much with the posting. So much crazy shit happened in these forums.


Stranger Than You!
I remember the old FAF. Ahh... good times. Good to be back :)

(Didn't end up sticking around the Phoenix Forums for very long. Didn't feel the same.)


I just joined today. Hoping to meet some new friends. How was it different before?
well I cant really vouch for anything recently, but back in 2010-2013 it was pretty much furry 4chan.


a bubblegum pink nose
I joined FA a few years ago and only just found out that FA even HAD forums at the time at all haha~

I didn't know they closed down until someone had suggested them to try getting commissions, then I found out they'd already been shut down for a LONG while. Rollercoaster of emotions, but in any case I just joined :V


@stablercake heyyyyyy I know your art!
but yeah. idk. we'll see how FAF 2.0 goes. so far I've seen a lot of good people!


Well-Known Member
post about the good 'ol times.

Watch out. I accept the invitation.

I signed up here in 2005. Do I count as the "Old Guard" despite my, relatively, low post count? Heh. I was marginalized long long long ago -- to say the least -- by the so-called "Old Guard" that left recently. Young punks! My involvement in "furry" lasts significantly longer than 2005; I'm from a time long before 4chan.

Wowsers. I'm from that dreaded, horrible, evil, satanic, pissing-gasoline-on-burning-infants bygone era when furries were talking about, "How to make this work?". Like, in real life. Obviously, it didn't have a stellar outcome, but I still stand by principles of honor that were ignored in favor of wanton enforced amorality and exploding human jealousies. I'm familiar with over two decades of furry drama and failed approval traps. My spirit is near immune to damage by dismissal, hoping I'd conform by the lack of hugs, at this point. Somehow, I'll have to find the will within to resist. :>

A friend of mine preaches, "Respect, or leave." That's a very good principle I intend to stand by. As long as certain folks don't misread and twist that former ideal to mean, "Respect, or demand others leave." for themselves to apply with impunity, we'll get along great.

So, here we are, back in 1994 with a fresh unassuming start, right? As we slowly figure out that this "furry thing" -- longing for something beyond man -- kinda' sorta' maybe takes up most all our free time, but we're not dreaded depraved "lifestylers" -- OH NO. We prefer solace in harmless online communities behind screens in isolated boxes throughout the world and defanged commercialized weekend convention getaways that could never develop into tangible lasting communities with functional core values. After all, wanting beyond man is perverse. Right?! We conquer the alien, not become alien! We converge! Not diverge! Exalt incestuous principles! PATRIOTISM!

Instead, we prefer this "noble" neverending cul-de-sac ephemeral online limbo where nothing ever gets defined as what/who we are -- other than "everything". So much for new cultures, new shapes, and alternative humanities outside the sandbox of our feared online dreams. Not like such self-actualization could ever be useful for anything or worth pursuing -- we are alone at the center of the universe.

Besides, the fact that all our cities, worldwide, are starting to look the same is a GOOD THING -- resisting this by insisting, and more importantly PRACTICING, that humanity has more value than conforming to one shape and expression requires complete self-sacrifice and is far too upsetting to the stomach. Think of the security of one's employment, and thus, the security of one's housing! OBEY! FREEDOM! And, most importantly, passive-aggressive REVENGE for having so much taken from us by dragging ourselves along the ground with our protracted online childhoods like an anchor to secretly despised cubicle destinies.

Not that I expect our current situation will change anytime soon. Nor would I want to play the role of the fool. The spider who foolishly tries to lead ants will be rewarded appropriately. I'm thoroughly convinced of our collective inevitable human incompetence. Just saying -- history repeats.

And now, to bore you further to death, an excerpt from Nietzsche's "Thus Spake Zarathustra"'s Prologue (which is in the public domain):


I will speak unto them of the most contemptible thing: that, however, is THE LAST MAN!"

And thus spake Zarathustra unto the people:

It is time for man to fix his goal. It is time for man to plant the germ of his highest hope.

Still is his soil rich enough for it. But that soil will one day be poor and exhausted, and no lofty tree will any longer be able to grow thereon.

Alas! there cometh the time when man will no longer launch the arrow of his longing beyond man—and the string of his bow will have unlearned to whizz!

I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: ye have still chaos in you.

Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.

Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.

"What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?"—so asketh the last man and blinketh.

The earth hath then become small, and on it there hoppeth the last man who maketh everything small. His species is ineradicable like that of the ground-flea; the last man liveth longest.

"We have discovered happiness"—say the last men, and blink thereby.

They have left the regions where it is hard to live; for they need warmth. One still loveth one's neighbour and rubbeth against him; for one needeth warmth.

Turning ill and being distrustful, they consider sinful: they walk warily. He is a fool who still stumbleth over stones or men!

A little poison now and then: that maketh pleasant dreams. And much poison at last for a pleasant death.

One still worketh, for work is a pastime. But one is careful lest the pastime should hurt one.

One no longer becometh poor or rich; both are too burdensome. Who still wanteth to rule? Who still wanteth to obey? Both are too burdensome.

No shepherd, and one herd! Every one wanteth the same; every one is equal: he who hath other sentiments goeth voluntarily into the madhouse.

"Formerly all the world was insane,"—say the subtlest of them, and blink thereby.

They are clever and know all that hath happened: so there is no end to their raillery. People still fall out, but are soon reconciled—otherwise it spoileth their stomachs.

They have their little pleasures for the day, and their little pleasures for the night, but they have a regard for health.

"We have discovered happiness,"—say the last men, and blink thereby.—

And here ended the first discourse of Zarathustra, which is also called "The Prologue": for at this point the shouting and mirth of the multitude interrupted him. "Give us this last man, O Zarathustra,"—they called out—"make us into these last men! Then will we make thee a present of the Superman!" And all the people exulted and smacked their lips. Zarathustra, however, turned sad, and said to his heart:

"They understand me not: I am not the mouth for these ears."

But, if you want something a bit more peppy and geared to your "TL;DR" generation, here's a hip modern dread techno thrash rock beat that sounds "Matrix-y" that conveys the same basic foreboding idea:

NUMB: Wasted Sky. >>>>

So irrelevant, it doesn't sound like it was pressed out just yesterday. Just... don't let anyone know the song is actually from 1994. It's how the Old Guard techno artists perceived the 21st Century. Good to know their horrifying visions of our self-inflicted technological isolation for the sake of phantom team approval weren't accurate at all.

PS. Relax. I think I had less than 200 posts on FurAffinity Forums 1.0 despite having registered over ten years prior. The scary bogeyman will now fade back into the background.
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Is honestly confused by life.
There were less unironic furry puns and more roasting people who use unironic furry puns.


Well, now I can't forget it, since all the past posts were restored. :eek:

I was a bit of a troll when I first joined. I think most people were. Ah, the good ole college days.