Hero Profile - Fractured - The Dynamic MMO



Race: Shadow Demon

God: Galvanos

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Guild: Gay Fat Retard

Username: Mobh

Foundation Points: 31,100

Foundation Title: --


Forget the foxy with the moxie, you got the bunny with the booty

Tail of cotton, flauntin’ my rooty tooty with my ears down the sides

No prude nude, I’ll be rude with your dude, no duplicate can handle as I

Agonize and writhe, twist and grind and wriggle-squiggle a big guy deep into the night

Until the light of dawn illuminates the cheeks with the wet crease, not so meek but sleek

I’ll bear it - don’t share it, I’ll look you square in the eye as I bounce so high on your carrot

Belly-side down? No frown, you go to town on my uncommon noun, use my ears to rein

As you reign like a champ in the triple crown through my downtown

Cuz this bunny got the verse, no rehearse when I reach back to grab your coin purse

Give a tug, feel the shrug, chug-a-lug in the bunny bum, immerse and curse

As this hare shows care for the flexing bare stalk pulling back in reverse

Can you handle my flow as you let go and erupt with a whine, a sign

Of big bun-butt divine, Nirvana unearths the desire of the lion inside

Stand down, vulpine, the rabbit just unloaded the mic

They targeted furries.


We're a group of people who will yiff for hours, days, even weeks on end performing some of the hardest, most mentally demanding tasks. Over, and over, and over all for nothing more than a little stain on our fursuit saying we did. We'll punish our selfs doing things others would consider torture, because we think it's fun. We'll spend most if not all of our free time arranging the color pallette of a fictional animal all to draw out a single extra compliment at a con.

Many of us have made careers out of doing just these things: slogging through the grind, all day, the same commissions, hundreds of times to the point where we know evety little detail such that some have attained such furry nirvana that they can literally draw a knot blindfolded.

Do these people have any idea how many keyboards have been smashed, tablets over heated, dicks and knots destroyed 8n frustration? All to latter be referred to as bragging rights?

These people honestly think this is a battle they can win? They take our media? We're already building a new one without them. They take our artists? Furries aren't shy about throwing their money else where, or even making the yiff our selves. They think calling us degenerates, animal-fuckers, weebs is going to change us? We've been called worse things by prepubescent 10 year olds with a shitty fursona. They picked a fight against a group that's already grown desensitized to their strategies and methods. Who enjoy the battle of attrition they've threatened us with. Who take it as a challange when they tell us we no longer matter. Our obsession with proving we can after being told we can't is so deeply ingrained from years of dealing with big brothers/sisters and friends laughing at how pathetic we used to be that proving you people wrong has become a very real need; a honed reflex.

Furries are lustful, hard core, by nature. We love a werewolf. The worst thing you did in all of this was to challange us. You're not special, you're not original, you're not the first; this is just another murr.