...and I'm damned sure it ain't for being a social, murry-purry-furry.

I'll fill ya'll in on what has happened in the past couple weeks as it seems necessary. Roughly two weeks ago I moved out of my apartment at  Thomasblueboy's because I needed to save some money. Well, seeing as how Tom is a fellow scholar in the unnatural arts and has lived there for quite some time, his house is well protected. That, coupled with my ability to sense supernatural occurrences has made the place very safe...and I left it to move back into a 70's era dormitory on the base; One that hasn't seen a wizard/witch/warlock/druid/shaman or the like since it's building. The night I moved out, I was visited by nine figures, all of whom bow to something bigger than themselves and have offered little in the way of information of who they are and what they want. Well last night, after smoking an entire pack of cigarettes over the course of 7 hours (smoking allows me to draw more easily on my energies) I had a very...interesting conversation with the Nine. In fact, it was more of an interrogation on my part, of which I got a good bit of information about the path I am to walk and the nature of how I am supposed to walk it. In learning this, I have concluded that the way I portray myself, my fursona, is indeed a facade meant to keep me distracted with material things and relationships that are based on naught but empty words and the size of my wallet. Combatspace as you know him, is destined to change. I doubt that those of you drawn to my "bubbly nature" and charisma will very much like what is to come, but know that while I may not be as social or outgoing as "Combat" was/is, those of you who have established a meaningful relationship with me will continue to be among my cherished friends.

As such, I will be making a new account. Follow if you care to.