Hortoken's jump freighter full of now-useless jewgold hurtled through light speed and entered the warp tunnel as he finished grooming the patch of fur between his large, furry balls and his shining, red and smooth asshole. He grunted, rolled over on his side and heard the incessant chime of an incoming OSHIT wonderpost on the forums.

"What's this?" he said to himself out loud. Wondering why he even dealt with the vile filth that had become pandemic legion.

Swayingly, he stood and heaved his ponderous bulk into his captain's chair. Surprise was the first expression on his face, then anger, sadness and a small amount of chagrin spread over his drooping eyes and slovenly muzzle.

It wasn't an OSHIT wonderpost, but a post by eltytron of North Eastern Swat. A seemingly honorful group of pod pilots that had recently been gutted by the treachery of davthalas.

The history of NESW was admittedly a checkered one Hortoken silently admitted. Home of the almighty shadoo, it was also the pantheon of PL's number one shitfit poster, Yazoul Samiel. Hortoken hated that sandnigger.

"Ha Ha HA!", Hortoken yelled at no one in particular. Apparently, someone had offline many of NESW's poses and IT, taking the chance, had blown them up.

Eltytron of NESW was doing his usual finger pointing and raging. NEVEH was acting like a bitch and crying in a corner. And Flinx was attempting to spin and control something that obviously he had done.

Hortoken never missed a thing. He was wise and crafty from his long time spent amongst the unfurred on Earth. His fur had been something of scorn and derision there. But it had taught him to be crafty, sly and elegantly dangerous.

"Fuck them", he said. He slapped his ponderous belly and listened to the hollow gurgle of his stomach. "Now there's something that's important", he thought. Lurching out of his seat, he went to get some food.

The jump freighter hurtled onward through cold, endless void.

12/8/2009 5:13:23 AM

12/8/2009 5:15:22 AM

Furries are why I quit EVE.

12/8/2009 5:51:30 AM