So here I am.
17 years ago
I registered a year ago or something, just so that I could browse all of the artwork on this website. I quickly found a couple favorite artists, but didn't really do much else. I went about my life exactly as before, adding furaffinity.net to my list of websites to check every so often.
Eventually, the website anicechat.net was brought to my attention during my short time at 4chan (a few weeks could not have been any worse spent) and I began spending some time there. Within a few days I met a fellow simply named "Furry," with whom I had a very short and boring conversation - later I stumbled into him again in the same way, and he was kind enough to help me, at my suggestion, develop a rough outline for some semblance of a fursona. I haven't seen him since.
I'm no artist. I can't draw, though I have tried from time to time; I don't have a camera with which I could share some uninteresting sights in my hometown; my writing's far from the best as evidenced by my grades in my English classes; a freak childhood injury involving a lawnmower and my elbow prevents me from learning any musical instruments.
But I do my best to keep good company, whether the other party is a friend, an asshole, or merely a stranger. There is very little that can anger or sadden me, and quite a bit that can comfort or console me. I make an effort to keep an atmosphere of humility and of respect.
So here I am.
Eventually, the website anicechat.net was brought to my attention during my short time at 4chan (a few weeks could not have been any worse spent) and I began spending some time there. Within a few days I met a fellow simply named "Furry," with whom I had a very short and boring conversation - later I stumbled into him again in the same way, and he was kind enough to help me, at my suggestion, develop a rough outline for some semblance of a fursona. I haven't seen him since.
I'm no artist. I can't draw, though I have tried from time to time; I don't have a camera with which I could share some uninteresting sights in my hometown; my writing's far from the best as evidenced by my grades in my English classes; a freak childhood injury involving a lawnmower and my elbow prevents me from learning any musical instruments.
But I do my best to keep good company, whether the other party is a friend, an asshole, or merely a stranger. There is very little that can anger or sadden me, and quite a bit that can comfort or console me. I make an effort to keep an atmosphere of humility and of respect.
So here I am.
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