I had hesitated about wether or not I want to address the sad news myself, but I decided in favor of it.

As anyone using the site may know, Dragoneer, the founder of Furaffinity, has passed away in the day of August 6th, 2024. For me, this is a tragedy. Sadly, I am all too familiar with tragedy. Ever since I joined the fandom, I ran into some good folks being lost. This, sadly, is one of the things that puts a shadow over my participation in the furry fandom. I remember too well how one person saved his love, sacrificing himself, in what was to be a case of being run over. I never met Dragoneer. Never interacted with him. Never said hi. But in a way, I can only thank him for giving me this small, but significant gate into the Furry fandom, through which, slowly, but surely, I can try to learn to be better. It has been quite a while to me since I joined. I made my mistakes. I made a fool out of myself. I've almost stepped on a road that would've brought me back to square one. Yet here I am. Rarely uploading or even writing a journal, but always checking for some artwork. In a way, it's thanks to this site I've got, at least for a short while, seen the light in the end of a dark tunnel. When I joined, I was deep into a dark age of my life. I was basically an angsty, spiteful person with hate in his heart and still too much of his old, nice looking but deeply malicious influences affecting me. I deluded myself that I'd be incapable to be jealous. Yet as I fell in love and experienced a bit more, I've come to realize how foolish I was. I always had this strange delusional thinking that the one step I took was all it was to complete myself. Ever since, I've already began attending psychological therapy. And realized that I'll never stop having to grow, having to change at least a little bit, and having to learn, to adapt. That there's no such thing as a complete person. Of course, when I made my (quite final) choice of a fursona, I used it to set some goals for myself. My fursona, Vuk Tempest, has changed over time. From a golden fox to a more realisticly colored canid hybrid. Even before Vuk became my fursona, I've had a series of roles in my head that I filled for a cartoon of my own, a game of my own, a comic of my own... or something.

Yeah, one of the things I've told everyone, that I'm somehow writing a story. Ever since, nothing really came off of it, even though I've had quite a bit of scenarios in my head. I always sucked at keeping track of stories. I did write one aaaaand that was... let's just say I'm glad it's lost because I don't think I've had any idea on further plot. I'm talking about what I called a "novelisation of Need For Speed from the point of view of a flying racing camp on a jumbo jet" or something. It was really Dary Cool's first attempt at a role, taking place in 2010 (a year which back then, was still rather distant), having him as the antagonist for... as far as Need For speed 2 (SE). And after that, with a vast majority of the games and locations within them still left, I lost the plot. But basically, Dary won all the time due to secretly sabotaging everyone's vehicles, resulting in them breaking down OR underperforming, and in the end of the day, Daryl would get all the girls, even ones that were taken, and came with their partners... Jeez, what was I thinking? I was basically writing some sexist story of a horse that seduced all the women in the setting because something attracted each and every one of them, and that's where I got the idea of him being this woman-magnet technically came from, albeit in a hopefully evolved form. So yeah... I am glad this was lost. I remember a conversation between two male characters overhearing what Dary and the girls do, with one of the girls being the girlfriend of character 1. I remember the other male telling him "Don't worry. They're using protection/condom!" as if it made anything better. You can see I did not understand relationships back then, and frankly... I've had some... regretable characterisations of girls that'd make me vomit nowadays. So you see, even though I've written that in about 6th or 7th grade, and it was lost... I still have no confidence in myself about things like this. So yeah, I apologize for all of this, including telling, even bragging everyone about writing a story. The most I've done in that regard are drawings of what I think the scenes would be like or what the world would sort-of look like, and the Unity project that I've not touched in a few years now. Honestly, I should probably get my attitude fixed. My attention span improved. And stuff. But then again, I could talk a lot about why I've joined the fandom, why I at least once upon a time was confident pouring my wild imagination into paper, literally and figuratively. Dragoneer has provided perhaps one of the best possible platforms for this kinda thing.

I wonder what he'd think of any of my ideas. From my wildest ones to my most... immature? Even though the example "novel" was about racing, I was trying a wide variety of themes. I'll talk about this someday.

Let's just remember the founder of this site fondly. Even if he was a stranger to me, he did found Furaffinity, no? Without which, we would not be here.

As for the rumors, if FA is ever shutting down, I wanna hear it from the Staff. I won't panic for no good reason on mere rumors and guesses. Dragoneer did found and maintain the site, but that doesn't mean his death dooms it. Anything can happen. Someone may even inherit the right to run this website. Who knows.

Sometimes I wonder if my good and bad periods are even to be judged by year. Compared to last year, I believe I am safe to say this one was an improvement. But not free of mischief. My sister's love story ended in her being alone with the kids, and having to move wherever a family member can shelter them, more specifically my father, than here, mom's place. This has been a trying year for all of us, and I am feeling stressed out a lot. But the little ones are worth it. My now 2 years old Niece and my 5 months old nephew.

This has been a year of many discoveries that relate to the period when christianity was more of a presence in my life. Origins of things I would not have discovered as a religious person. I won't go into details, recalling things without revisiting them is a difficult task, and I've spent years making long, long journals, knowing I don't have much of an audience anyways. But considering the future, and the big Hungarian crisis, I've come to see things that will heavily influence my view on the world.

I've long felt interest on the pagan side of history. First, the discovery of the ancient hungarian Táltos faith, then the discovery of Yuletide, and the Eostra. Since, I've been... living my life, and somehow bumping into more things. It's... not something I would tell my family about. My life, my future, my choices... are up to me, and the more knowledge comes my way... the more I feel... free!

I always wanted to update my journal regularly, but I always find writing my thoughts out to be rather time consuming. I wish there was a way for me to get faster in these things.

Anyways, I wonder if I told any of you that I am an uncle. In fact, I am twice the uncle now. My younger sister just recently gave birth to her son, and she already has a 1 year old daughter. Too bad there's a bit of a crisis with her marriage massively caused by her husband's treatment of his own mother and our mom too.

When I started out as a furry, I was very afraid of babies. I had a traumatic cry caused by a movie about a baby who goes missing and has to find her way home. My phobia has somewhat eased since the birth of my niece. I think this is an improvement. I may even wish to be a father myself, tho... that may become a challenge.

Then let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, the world wasn't perfect.

Survival was not granted even for mankind.

It took time for civilisation to be formed.

In the begining, everyone would mind each other's business

But in time, a man stood on a golden pedestal

And declared rules without meaning

And because of this man, civilisation became a flock

Wars waged, authority rising, promises made

All along the words of the man became an institution

This institution was the prison for the free and different

While for the rest, a place of conformity out of convenience

Yet recently, just before I was born, things began happening

First many people realised the man was full of sh*/

And then many figured the system of oppression

And began to try dismantle it, to resist it, to overthrow it

And their flag, that of a rainbow, symbolized their goal

A very opposite of the flag, a black and white mold, of the man on the golden pedestal

For the rainbow symbolized the many, many colors, in a figurative sense, of humans

Saying there is no two of the same, there's no need to be.

And for freedom they continue to fight to this day,

While those still faithful to the man on the pedestal

Calling themselves the "real resistance" out of delusion

Are doing their all to reverse every progress made

But eventually, even their system shall collapse,

and freedom's glory shall shine upon us.

Free from the man on the golden pedestal

Free from the man's loyal flockbound

Free from the chains of their making.

And soon, all shall be at peace!

So fight on, never surrender

For our happy ending is worth fighting for!

So, hear me out!

First: I don't really wanna talk about the company's elitist nature, we're talking cars here.

Second: I don't mind if you technically don't undestand everything about cars, or know nothing at all, since I myself am no mechanic either, therefore my fandom of cars is based on perceivable values, such as design.

We're good? Okay, so here's my question. Why is it that Ferrari's own identity is Front engined Grand Tourers, but unless you're a Ferrari enthusiast, most people always bring up mid-engine supercars when Ferrari is mentioned? Even I go for the image of their mid-engine line. I mean, I can name the Berlinetta Boxers, the Testarossa, 512 TR and M, 288 GTO, F40, F50, Enzo, Laferrari, or the Dino 206/246, Ferrari 308, 348, 355, 360, 430, 458, 488, F8 Tributo, SF90 Stradale, 296. These come to mind when FERRARI is mentioned first before the likes of... well, a vast majority of their pre-Berlinetta Boxer era lineup, which to me is still a confusing mess. And then there's the 550 Maranello, 575M, 599, f12 Berlinetta, 512 Superfast. These are the more modern examples of the iconic Ferrari Grand Tourer. But these came after Ferrari decided to ditch any further plans for a proper Testarossa successor. But then there's the Mondial T, a mid-engine sedan basically, and then there's the Frond engine 2+2 GT series: 365, 365 GT4, 400, 412, 456, 612 Scaglietti, FF and GTC4 Lusso. Out of which, only the GTC4 Lusso and FF models are familiar to me, the others I can't remember without checking wikipedia. And that's not speaking of everything else that leads back all the way to the birth of Ferrari, founded by Enzo Ferrari, who hated customers but was obsessed with racing, making it almost surprising how the brand even exists as a car manufactory (almost, because I know why it existed in the first place: make money to spend on motorsports).

Why is this so relevant to me? Because... well, Ferrari is the first car manufacturere I fell in love with. I was not even old enough for school when I first held my first Bburago Ferrari Testarossa, as well as a Matchbox version of the thing, two different sized replicas of the same car. I acknowledge that Ferrari's business practices are... not the best, and the founder being a jerk is the reason some car manufacturers, most notably Lamborghini exist. But if it weren't for Ferrari... would I be interested in cars? Would I ever be willing to put any minutes, let alone hours, into trying to model a car in Blender? And before that, Maya because of School? And before that, Sketchup, because I was a dummy? Ferrari is the brand that taught me what it feels like falling in love with a car. A car that stands out of all the mass-produced stuff. A car that roars like nothing ever could. A car that others have to be upgraded, parts replaced, in order to beat.

That love poured into video games. Wherever possible, I played the ferraris, from the F50, to the 512 TR. Not in the game? I downloaded what I needed from a dedicated site fulll of passionate and creative fans. I was never hoping to own a car so expensive, since I was in a poor family, and there was little hope in that status changing, at least enough for us to afford something like this, so videogames, like with war, was HEAVEN for me, and through them, as well as car magazines, movies about racing on the road, and toy cars, my taste began to grow. Ferrari at some point ceased to be the only car to matter to my little heart. My life revolved around more and more kinds of exotics. The more I saw, the more my heart would be set aflame. I eventually found a little more affinity towards Lamborghini, and at one time, during the late 2000s, I found myself forgetting Ferrari. Or at least putting Ferrari on the back as my attention drew towards what Lamborghini was doing. What McLaren was finally doing after a long hiatus. What Lotus, Jaguar, Porsche, Chevrolet, Dodge, Ford, and the others were doing.

Because without Ferrari, I would never have become the automobile enthusiast that I am now, collecting all kinds of miniature vehicles, while on the road, my eyes remain peeled for the hope that I might spot another of these wonderful, unorthodox machines that only the Rich can afford. And that, for me, is as much a lifesaver as they ever came. There was a time when their name, somehow, faded, and I do have some mild annoyances with them, from their cars missing from certain games (In the NEED FOR SPEED series I mean, post underground but pre-rivals), to finding out how Lamborghini was born (Enzo spat on Ferruccio's face, metaphorically, for being a tractor builder), and even more grievances that they're known for... But I'd lie if I said I didn't get excited for every Ferrari I saw on the road (In fact, there were a few examples. I once saw a 430, I saw a Ferrari California multiple times, and maybe there was a F12 berlinetta here, but since, I began spotting more recent ferraris, from the F8 Tributo, to the Portofino), if playing old NFS games didn't at least make me nostalgic for what I believe to be their true glory days, and with the eventual discovery of their 458 in Bburago form, my love for Ferrari began to slowly rejuvenate. So let me ask you again: How is it that they're more well known for their mid engined supercars than they are for their traditional front engined grand tourers? MY answer is simply this: Because that's just what attracts me more. And that led to various more cars for me to drool over.

The waning hours of December of the old year. With Winter Solstice behind us. For some of us, this year was a lucky one. others, full of bad luck, such as mine. And some inbetween. Soon, the days of Winter Solstice celebrations. along with the old year, will vanish.

Life's full of cycles. Days become nights, nights become days. Winter becomes Spring, Spring becomes Summer, Summer becomes Autumn-Fall, and before you know it, Winter returns after that. And with each 12 months passing, one year ends, and a new one begins. And even though it's sad that the holiday seasons, inspired by ancient reverences of the Winter Solstice, when the lenghtening of nights and shortening of days ends, and the process of the opposite beings, preparing us for life in Spring, and Summer, before another solstice turns the process around once again.

Even though the cold of the winter has fallen upon us, we must remember that it is when Nature sleeps. And She shall awaken in due time, giving way for new generations of life to make up for old ones lost. Just like new stars are born in far-far away corners of our galaxy, and others die down, becoming black holes, white dwarves.

Therefore, as the season ends, let us remember that the thing our ancestors celebrated in this gracious point in December was the anticipation of Nature's return, a sort of reverence for the vegetation that slumbers under the cold. Life, as always, goes on. Time's arrow marches forwards, and soon, we shall once again pass the gracious embrace of Spring. But until then, 2 more months of winter await. A winter that we shall reap the benefits from. December, the father of holidays, may be over, but February soon brings the Carnival and to those who like it, Valentine's day. Within hours, in Hungary anyway, 2022 will end, and 2023 will start.

And so, I wish you all a belated Happy Holidays, and most importantly now, a happy new year! May the wild hunt yield us all a great future and liberty above all, shall the Gods be pleased.

 beatboxgal has been scammed a while ago and reopened her commissions. All the help she can get is appreciated! Even boosting, so this gets to more people! I'll even post this on certain discord servers hoping for some extra help.

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46565240/ (there may be nsfw content so no kiddos. Those of you from the Fox Scars Discord server may have to make contact with her diretcly)

You know the 1 golden rule of the internet. DO NOT CLICK ANY LINKS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES! Well... it's a bit more varied than that, but what it means is that you gotta know better than blindly accept any links even if you trust someone.

I used to uphold that rule to my best ability. I always saw through suspicious e-mails, I also remember reacting to MSN hackersluts with the one thing they deserve: a massive block. However, yesterday, I was fooled on Discord, and I am past one of the most stressful afternoons, as well as mornings, as not only my Discord got compromised, forcing me to reset my password, put on 2 factor authentication to protect it better, as well

Meanwhile, my Youtube channel also got hijacked. Without a doubt, I think idiot would not describe me. A fellow furry got it to himself to investigate the link and test the virus on a Virtual machine. Not much info on that, other than the hacker used Nvidia's certificate to sign the "program". The other trick, unlike other scammers, it didn't use Discord Nitro as a promise, nor did it have a garbled up gibberish link that works in the way you know work. It was linked to GitHub. GitHub! That's a file storage website for developers to store unfinished versions of their games. And the spambot pretended to be the user being excited over the fact they made a game they wanted feedback on. If I looked further to realize it was a spambot, I would absolutely have averted the crisis even while I sleep. But no... I asked the "person" why they posted it in #fan-character-refs instead of #own-projects, and then proceeded to see what's the story with it was, scanning the archive with an antivirus, which detected nothing initially, so I was less smart... ugh.... I cringe at how stupid I was. After the first signs of things going wrong, I immediatelly jumped out of my sleepy head to reset my password on discord, put on 2FA and slowly clean up every single instance of the spam, while also getting my whole computer scanned. In the end, I decided to reinstall windows for safety's sake. Meanwhile, my youtube channel got hijacked somehow, and it took 2 appeals to get it back, the second one granting me a form that I could finally fill in a meaningful way. I was overjoyed when I finally got it back. I do not know if the Discord Spambot was responsible or it was another source coinciding with the Discord Hack. I unlinked everything I had connected to Discord, and even changed a lot of passwords to make sure nothing is lost. I was even ready to migrate to a new google account as well as make a new Discord just to be safe.

I think all that is left to do... is see if I can rejoin all 3 of the Discord groups I was banned from thanks to the damn hack. One already welcomed me back, tho not without a word on my mistake. I may get access back to a second one, as I got hold of the head honcho of that place, tho not guaranteed.

For the love of all gods and godesses, do not blindly click a link! You must make sure the person who sent it was not hacked in the first place, or better, avoid everything! Heck, quitting technology as a whole is better than going through what I just have, or even worse, for a single mistake!

EDIT: This reminds me the time Skailla got hacked on Deviantart, with her profile image and content being flooded with Chucky from the horror movie.

What can I say? Time moves forward, life goes on! Those who still celebrate Christmas, Yule, Hannukah, Kwanza, Saturnalia, etc. this far into the month of December probably end their celebration here! And life returns "to normal".

This year, I amassed a huge collection of Die Cast cars (at least in my own standards), drew secret porn of a certain fox cartoon on youtube that is semi animated but fun to watch and cry over, and realized, how loved I am, even if the darkness says otherwise. I also revised my Turbo GT concept car, and began work on others, the RX car is still unpublished, now that i notice, but still, it was fun modelling the Turbo GT again, updating it, fixing the issues the olddesigns had, and perhaps, i can finally say I am proud of the Turbo GT more than ever. The first version of which was made in 2010. I am proud of that one. That even if I can't get anatomy right for my own sake, let alone for the sake of others, my "potential" audience and story that I never seem to get ahead with, I at least can do something with a creative tool.

May all of you have it better in 2022 and perhaps, things may get better. 5 days from now, it'll be a whole year since I got my first shot of Covid-18 vaccine, and the first time I got myself vaccinated since around 3rd grade, when my mother assumed the Vaccine made me sick. While the situation didn't improve as much as we all hoped, this vaccine is a first step in the right direction for things to finally get better, eventually.

What else could i say, other than: Happy new year, may it be rich in sex, love, and fortune!

I don't usually do this, but I believe this time, I am in the state of mind to speak my mind.

June is known as LGBTQI+ Pride Month, a commemoration not only where we are in human rights as the western society, but also a commemoration of 1969's Stonewall Riots, an uprising in response to the constant violation of gay clubs, and centuries of undeserved torment and shame, basically giving rise to the LGBTQI+ Movement in America and other countries. Hostility and disdain towards homosexual, bisexual, and transgendered fellows still lingers inn society, and many seek to defeat our movements even today to justify treating us as less than second rate citizes, as nothing more than a sickness that "needs to be cured or purged", as a "lustful sin". Those who do not understand us, and refuse to listen, will try to silence us, often with violence, and that is not to be forgiven.

I myself am an autistic bisexual enthusiast of sex, and consider myself polyamorous. I joined the Furry Fandom a different person. I was unaware of the truth, and instead, was guilty of barking the same religious dogma at people who showed support for lgbtqi+ rights. When I realized that some of my friends, the best one, were the thing I was taught to hate, I had to step back and rethink my life.

By declaring myself a furry, I agreed to the terms that came with it. And it has been a long road thus far. I made mistakes, made bad, even toxic choices, and even proved that I do not undestand the big picture. I made misguided mistakes and even ones out of anger, impulse, and even a loss of self-control. And for crying out loud, a message to my past self. If you see a post that says "Wearing a dress is not courage, trying to survive in the middle of a battle is", do not repost it! I have realized so many things about that sentence that no longer make sense, in light of the fact that many, including parents, still fight any lgbtqi+ tendencies they find.

There was a point where I questioned the path I took, where I learned of concepts that made no sense, and yet it seemed I'd be damned if I did not play along, and just accepted that everyone is valid. Then someone I probably should not name got triggered when I mentioned a book about sexuality to them, as they began raging about the very thing I questioned myself about, even though the book in question made little to no reference to said topic. In the end, I had to make a decision, because to me, it seemed that I would doom the progress I made for the illusion of awareness about how the real world works, and in the end, I'd be just as toxic as this person was, and still is, about things neither my or their business.

I realized the reason our movement still must fight, and if we are to riot, we are to repeat both the very riots that started this, and the riots of last year, because reasoning simply does not work, then a riot there will be. I just hope we will never need to riot in the end. But riots happen, because there is injustice in this world. And such injustices need to be adressed, need to be taken accountable. And again, reasoning is pointless with those far too set in thier ways. Those seeking to silence us had their chance. And they may yet have another. We do not want a repetition of the last 4 years. And we're glad someone else took charge. But this event does not mean that we're all good and done. Those seeking to silence us are still out there, brooding in their momentary defeat, planning their next moves, and often violating buildings that logically shouldn't be due to how guarded they are. And they will find another leader to try and regress America for their own benefit. There are very real issues in america that need addressing. The American Dream is dying because of the very people who claim to uphold it.

They cry about "their rights being violated" "their freedom of speech taken away" "their freedoms likewise", when they were the ones taking away our rights, our freedoms, including speech, treating us like garbage essentially, not wanting to acknowledge our existence because it would pull them away from their comfort zones. In their delusion of grandeur and their victim complex, they paint themselves as the victims, when the truth is, they are the aggressors. They pose as revolutionaries and rebels against the "gay maffia", when in reality, their system chained us to their design. They try desperately to tell the world they are the good guys, when every action they have taken against us are ones villains would pull not against the heroes, but against the innocent bystanders who could not fight back. Every riot on our side is us fighting back for ages of discrimination and dehumanization, and every fire the price of ignorance. WE are the real rebels, the true resistance. We are the ones with the reason and the right to speak out, to make ourselves visible, to fight for what is rightfully ours, our freedoms, our lives, our rights, and our place in society that has been denied for far too long to forgive under the circumstances we're still forced to live in.

I was raised christian. I made the mistake of joining them in desperation. And when I was faced with the reality of it, I quit. I always questioned the faith, it never made much sense to me. But that was the world I lived in. And as I aged, going from Agnostic to full Atheistic, I swore never to return. I have not yet broken that oath, and I do not intend to for any reason. For it gave me no solace, no sollutions to my problems, but instead gave me more issues and mortally repulsed me. Some choose to keep their faith and live by relaxed morals. I respect them, so long as they do not harass people over it. I myself can't bring myself to, knowing what I know, experiencing what I had.

But there's another story I must tell. And I am sure many of you also experienced such horrors. I am a man, yes, but it is true that even I am not safe from sexual harassment. And as a boy, I was often harassed quite sexually by around 5 boys total, most of whom repeat offenders in fact. I guess this did not help my initial treatment of LGBT folk in my phobic years, and my mother would question "why would I side with those whom hurt me so badly?" but the truth is, being gay and being a rapist are two separate concepts, and I am sure my sexual harassment was not done for attraction reasons, but to humiliate me, to break me. To overpower me. Because that's what all rape is about, and I had learned that heterosexual individuals are capable of using "gay methods" to bully, to harass, to overpower others. The savagery in my school was terrible, and you see why I seek social life online, instead of the city that gave me little to nothing. By now, I learned to separate my sexual harassment experiences from the lgbt community. I was misguided, but found the truth. And here I am, standing for those who are really suffering all the more because such people exist, because they are continously associated with said rapists. And sadly, barely anyone bothers to differentiate the two. I was borderline raped in the middle of the night, making me hate dormatories for life, but my determination to stand for those blamed for the incident has never been stronger now that I faced just how much hate WE still get. And I fear that our battle is only just begun. We will not back down. And we will never surrender! We will fight the good fight until society acknowledges us and accepts us for real, and we can finally go beyond the prejudices painted on us by years of theocratic governing,

I believe hate and discrimination towards the lgbt+ is pointless, useless, and a waste of time and emotional energy that could've gone towards bettering oneself. It is as they say: they would rather notice the splinters in the other one's eyes, and ignore the plank in their own. Except this time... is there any splinters at all?

Well... since I wrote this journal, the title practically gave it away. But in case of confusion regardles... it's me. My younger sister, against all odds, managed to conceive a child with her husband (whom She married this February). 5 years since She moved away, and she already has a child. (Man, how does she do that? I wanna know for reasons you may or may not know).

We're past the Easter vacation, that means I did my dues (sprinkling my sisters and sister in law, and my mother too with perfume, ate all the crap that my stomach may or may not need, and stuff). Back to work! (I am an adminisitrator irl, in case I didn't say so earlier).

As I've heard, the United States of America has chosen a new president. Breaking a chain (from my point of view), Donald Trump has only had 1 mandate, and I hope he never tries again. America, learning from last time, chose a new president: Joe Biden. Although I admit, that the people running for presidency past Barack Obama do not give me much to hope for, the worst possible candidate, from what I heard, was Trump. And given the past 4 years, well, a lot happened. I can't tell what, after all, at most I saw a "He said, She said" situation, as again, I don't live in America, but I know a few things. First, openly racist, homophobic people (yes, those still exist, and are a big problem) got really cocky.

But in the end, America seems to have learned their lesson. Biden was elected President of the United States. No re-election has happened this time. Before this, before Trump, all the presidents I knew had a whole 8 year to rule, except George H.W. Bush, predecessor of George W. Bush (confusing, right?). Basically, I've lived through the last 2 years of H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, Barack Obama, and Donald Trump. Out of all of them, Trump's the only one whom I felt many people's hatred, and another few's adoration through the web. It's 1000x better that Biden won.

I hope you guys didn't mind this political 2 posts.

In my opinion, the politics in America have been a fanatical crapshow for the last 4 years or so, making me miss the days of Barack Obama, basically (I know he can't be president anymore, the limit is 8 years, 2 mandates, but still, I was very confident and hopefull, as well as a bit more naive in that time). While I've seen the best and worst of both sides, eventually, having researched a bit into the situation, I've come to terms with the situation. I also learned that American "conservatives" are the very definition of derailed, but we can blame channels such as FOX to blame (and I guess I can mention 700 club too, as it did speak crap about the lgbt community many many times.)

Now here we are, 2020, we're in the middle of a catastrophic new plague that dwarfs even H1N1 (which attacked when I was in freaking high school), and even Ebola, which may be a nasty disease, but it did not go global as we feared, nor the Zika virus which made headlines during the period of the Rio de Janeiro olympics. It just so happens, as well, that the elections in the U.S.A. are taking place as well, a chance for America to climb out of a 4 year long hell that drove everyone crazy, causing irreparable damage to people's psyche perhaps. (Lucky americans, even if Trump would be re-elected, the next 4 years would be his last in his political career. Us hungarians must suffer the same *sshole indefinitely) Perhaps, the last 4 years under Trump can be considered some kind of punishment for hubris, but for what, I don't know. For what I care, I'd be glad if there was a new president announced and Trump wasn't re-elected. Whatever's true from the news and rumors surrounding the guy, the man is dangerously controversial, and perhaps truly a contradiction of the American way. And I am left to believe that the damage atributed to him is real.

And now, with Biden being not only the possible new winner of the election, but also the one who is LEADING no less, Trump is indeed in a state of panic, threatening not only to sue, but to turn to the same supreme court that in 2015 granted the law that all american states must see all marriages, including same sex marriages, as equal to the heterosexual ones, in hopes that the Supreme Court will turn the results around or something, I don't know, but the point is, Trump is acting immature. His behavior has turned from a mixture of a clown in the guise of a smug businessman to a child that is losing a contest, and instead of swallowing his pride, instead makes a scheme. So... considering how suddenly and out of nowhere Trump won at the time when the main headlines were all about the mass immigration taking place, something nobody thought would be possible in the modern world (tho admitably, it isn't universal how modern the world is), the fact that the4 failed president is basically in a state of panic, meaning he has no power over the votes whatsoever. And that, to me, should be the last proof not only of how bad Trump is as a President, but also a mark of the state of conservativism, a product of good times in america mixed with propaganda, misleading the public about the nature of their prosperity while still demonizing innocent people for 1 "disreptancy" against "gender norms", the most artificial humans as sexually reproducing beings had to abide by, leading to more harm than proponents of said "gender norms" would admit.

Of course, nobody thought Trump would win in 2016, and everyone, even South Park, was preparing for a Clinton presidency. Hence why Trump won "out of nowhere". I don't know how elections in America work, the inner workings of Hungarian elections are just as mysterious to me as any other. In the end, what matters is, ending the reign of "King Trump" (sarcastic nickname) is the first step to fix american politics. But what's the next step? I don't know. It's up to americans to do their part in fixing their own country.

Goodbye, Donald Trump (hopefully). You'll not be missed by anyone in their right mind.

It is my birthday. Funny, last year, I did not expect to see how 2020 would go. I was expecting an average year. I did hear the word "Coronavirus" here and there, but until march, the fear, the stress, the panic... All of those seemed evitable. I mean, the last time I heard a scary (not new though) virus spread was ebola, and that ended up staying far far away. Unfortunately, this did become a global pandemic. And while Hungary managed to put up a great defense in the springtime, it is a little worse as autumn progresses. But I shall not let this pandemic, no matter how long, get the best of me, not as long as there's strenght and a drop of dignity in me. I've survived 29 years of being me. I've survived harassment, isolation, an apparent heart failure right at birth, decisions I'd regret later, conflicts with those I trusted the most in my life, and even myself. 29 years. Because life is not a comfortable, peaceful, quiet place, but a harsh, deadly, dangerous thing, and that's good. It keeps you challenged, and by being challenged, you develop, you become a better person, if you work on yourself. 10 years ago, I was a different man. You could say, I am not innocent. Whether it is my poor reaction to being bullied, or simply buying into a religion the sole purpose of which is to keep its believers in control of a singular man, or simply my own hubris (though it's more likely a mix of them all) and my deteroiating mental state at the time due to misfortunes upon misfortunes, I had entered the internet with a homophobic/transphobic heart. One I regret having as I find out one of my chatting partners I had a good relationship with was gay, harassing gay shippers and especially harboring anti-lgbt views was a mistake on my part. The time I spent as a Furry taught me many things, but I think the most important is my attitude towards the lgbt commuinty. Even if I still have some doubts to this day, and the current political climate (on both ends) spiraled into pure toxicity, one I fear would take its toll on my mental health, I side with my fellows, for I, as they, am not so different. I may have some severe flaws, my impatience, my short temper, my cowardice, and my strong distrust of people (and ease with which people can lose my trust) may still influence some of my thoughts, and I admit, the hole I dug myself into, I can not climb out of anymore, but as disgraced as I have been, I strive for peace and acceptance, however "odd" anyone is, for the truth is, this whole universe simply does not make sense, for you can try to understand it, but it still shows you something new, something contrary to how you thought it works. I think I may have the ability to spot red flags in people. Especially the very conservative kind... for I was raised in that mindset, and while as a naive child, I knew not better than to obey, nowadays, I am climbing towards the TRUE light, and realize what flawed that mindset truly is.

And here I am, just having released my first trans characters (a plan which I had since my latter high school days when I began embracing the gay), with 2 more on the way, and I shout: I feel better. I wish I could always avoid pointless anger, and perhaps one day, I may be a docile man. I am yet to face those who oppose a decision I made about 10 years ago. And I'll do everything in my power to resist their temptation back into that black hole. After all, I did not quit religious/conservative life just so I can return defeated. I am (at heart) the highest authority of TEAM EAGLE! And as that, I shall prevail, no matter what the stakes are. Let's just say, my respect can be lost very easily, and if anyone, those who live in opposition of my gay and trans fellows will be the quickest to suffer my godly wrath. If only Team Eagle was real, my very own army.

Guys, I think I have a new Cartoon Crush. A kangaroo mom from Bojack Horseman Season 6. Holly molly!

My life seems to be progressing, slowly but surely. Next week, I'll hopefully start my first job at the age of 27, soon to be 28 years old. It'll be a part time job, so it's not all according to plan. But meh, at least it's a start.

Who knows where my path leads to me. But seeing as I spent my recent years mostly to get to know myself more than ever, I hope the future can be as grand as those whose lives weren't driven by short sighted parents and too high expectations.

Maybe I can get my first credit card soon? Maybe? But who knows, really?

Hey folks, yours truly here, with a short update.

[center]I just noticed that I haven't uploaded a picture in a whole year by now, and that needs to be fixed. In the mean time, well, things are going rather slow. I am hoping that I will finally get what I aimed for. I am allright otherwise, I am not deadly ill or dead, and no major family tragedy struck since 2016, my mother got a new job, and of course, we made peace and stuff. On the creative side, I can rarely get myself drawing or modeling, but at least I got a unity project that may or may not become a game later. Currently, said unity project has two prototype levels, one taking place in a neighborhood, another taking place in a school, both places where I was when I was a child until 2008 basically.

Yes, the furry islanders game is a possibility, but since I am a noob, things may not go as smoothly as they should. And given that I am charged with other issues that shall not be named, I am not promising to make a game just yet. Even if I do, I may need others to help me out, aka. do the scripting for the features, do voice acting, even animating, updating and texturing my models that I put out for this thing IF I see it reasonable to do this. And that's gotta cost me some money at least. As for how the story is going? Well, I may have two options: Either do a "story" in the style of Doom and Quake, meaning you get a backstory and then have fun with the environment without talking to anyone, or I could go a route that involves at least a minimal story in the style of Half Life or Mata-Nui Online, the latter of which has conversation interactions where you choose what to say or respond to a given character, which is actually common in games like Skyrim, Fallout, Final Fantasy, etc. But at this point, I may yet have to establish some form of gameplay or anything before fleshing out the story elements. After all, I promised a Quake or Half-Life style game, didn't I?[/center]

For now, that is all. Have a good day or night, and a hopefully better 2019 than I am having. Seeing how my European Computer Driver's License lessons are delayed more and more, due to buerocracy and stuff.

Sorry guys for not being all that active on here. I had to deal with various difficulties, including technical. A lot has been happening lately, and I am looking for a job. In an office, to be exact. I got help in that regard, so only time can tell when I'll start earning. I van't wait. My first job! After 27 years... and ups and downs. It'd be about time.

Yes, it has been 10 years since I moved here. It was a dark time for Me, because I lost my home, the place I associated with safety when I faced so much terror in school, while my family began to fall apart. It was also an important event, because the years between 2006 and 2010 were my "dark years" when I felt emotionally isolated and numb due to everything going on around me, worsening as I was forced to move after my parents divorced. And since then, a lot has happened. I graduated many schools, did many wrongs and hopefully many rights too, discovered so much about myself and the world, made friends, some temporal and some still going, created art, strived for independence and originality, and so on. For what life I had that far, I still am a long way to go, and now that my story is on it's current "Furry Islanders" form, I can say that I am hopefully going the right way. Actually, I should have made this journal earlier, since this happened around march. Maybe even February. I hope to stick around, become a better person and earn the respect of many people, which considering whatever is going on nowadays, will be hard. My past actions also made a lasting impression on me for many people, and it's not always positive. What can I do?

By the way, I am writing this journal on Labor Day, May 1st, when the May fair is usually held. I went to take a look around and wasn't impressed. I miss what We had in my old town, although I heard it became boring too. Oh well, we can always strive to make our own labor day may fair in our own places, I hope?

By the way, while I was already connected to Deviantart at that point (I joined that in December 28 of 2007), I think it took me a few more years to join Furaffinity in the september of 2010, 2 years after my move. It feels like those were slow times. I miss slow times.

2018, people! We made it through the year 2016 2.0 (aka 2017). I suck at math, but recycle my old stories for Furry Islanders, which I'm promising You for a while and haven't published, or wrote yet. Yep, I'm either that lazy or that undecided and insecure. Who knows. I've been a Bionicle fan ever since 2001, when I got a little Hafu set thanks to My bro winning a TV game or something. Before that, the biggest thing in My life was the year 2000, aka, the "super year with a 2 and three zeros, must be a special magical miracle hyper year" as I viewed the number for some reason, which is funny, because I also thought the same about 2010. Why do I have such fascination for these numbers, I have no idea. I don't await 2020 with the same mindset, at least, maybe because that number already looks old and tired, with two twos and two zeros.

2010 was a special Year, partly for an embarassing reason, but otherwise, I decided to reboot my story based on ideas going through my mind, as I played the oldest need for speed game in existence, a game so old, it ran on the MSDOS system, but had an athmosphere that appealed to Me, so late in the timeline of computers. And still does. I also created a concept car for the first time, which I entitled "Turbo GT". This began the rebooting process, where Starlyasis, Grand Design, Green Alert, and whatever form my mess of a "story" took back then, and slowly began trying to look more... aligned. Ever since, I have been trying to improve myself as a person -with more or less a success- while trying to find a perpetual companion which my entire being has been missing since I was a child -ya know, cuddling the pillow, or the blanket, pretending I hug my love- and finally let out an epic story. So far, I have not yielded any results. I'm 26 now. I am mentally tired and exhausted. I feel like I am inhabiting a shell from which only a loving stranger can pull Me out. Which I doubt will happen. But where I am socially failing, and where headaches are becoming regular too, I can at least say I still form some ideas.

So I can't say that my life is all crappy right now. I discovered some new fun wolf cartoons animated by talented young artists, I discovered a fascination for the Warriors franchise, and oh boy oh boy, I saw old loved comics rise from the grave in the forms of reboots. Not all of then, but hey, still something. I also continued what I started in 2016 after graduation: discover myself. Discover the shy, often rude autistic garbage that I am irl, but also the adventure loving warrior spirit -and ladies' man, yep- whom I always was deep inside. The one who kicks ass and chews bubble gum, and doesn't care about the differences between your face and your butt if You mess with him. I remembered My childhood, and all the insane, stupid, and crazy ideas for stories and games I ever made up in this broken mind of mine, and screw myself if I don't recycle those. And thus, everything found a place in the Furry Islanders Saga, and thus, Furry Islanders: Origins is now officially a planned prequel for Furry Islanders proper. But let us go slowly, shall We?

Furry Islanders is a Bionicle FanFic in progress, taking place on Earth in the future. It is a Cold War, with Visper-Nui existing in rivalry with the fanatics of the Crusader Empire, Oceania (name subject to change), and Eurasia, three different, yet equally dystopian factions in control of what is left of civilisation proper. Visper-Nui itself is a society of Matoran and Human islanders coexisting under a shared flag, and three virtues dictating -more or less- the actions of it's citizens. While the pressure and tensions are felt from the war-torn planet's new dictators, there's a relative peace by the time We join our heroes... Until a strange comet hits the ground... After the catastrophic event this caused, a stranger once entered the doorstep of the humble suburban café. What is going to be His next move? And what events will take place afterwards?

Furry Islanders Origins takes place in our planet during the 2000s and maybe 2010s. Well, if You read my previous ramblings, You may know what to expect from this one. It all starts with the rise and fall of the Toa Extreme, their battles against the forces of Inferno (Kingdom of Darkness), their quest for the Power Gems, and defeat the current King of Darkness, Oscure. The Toa Extreme, however, are not the timeless heroes their predecessors were. You will see, why. They are important to the plot however, as they trigger the rise of mutants -furries-, and the mutants give rise to BigPaw, an organization similar to Red Cross for mutants, Team Eagle, a mutant military faction, and many many more. How does this connect to Furry islanders proper? You will see.

So... what ideas did I have for this new installment in comparison to the old one? Well, I've been thinking about a large scale mystery surrounding everything. Some of these actually exist in Furry Islanders proper in some way. Some of the mysteries will be hostile. Others will be... well... neutral? You will see when it comes out. But trust Me, the mystery is a big big part of the events, which will grow bigger and bigger as the story goes on. Remember the hostile part? Well, You'll see at the right moment, when it's out. Furry Islanders: Origins will offer You an adventure which will take You on familiar lands, ancient ruins, alien machines, and other planets such as "Hell" -the deathworld where the Kingdom of Darkness lives- and Spherus Magna - Where Bionicle took place at large, actually... while it was three separate "planetoids", am I right?- and heck knows what.

I actually gave this one a game-concept that aims to feel pretty retro, but at the same time, I want to experiment with many things as well. I mean a first person shooter game, similar to Quake, Doom and Dusk. I am still shaping the arsenal and trying to figure out the enemies and possible npcs. I know the ideal arsenal would utilise all six elements, but I also want that classic gun action added, plus the bow-and-arrow combo. I also envision vehicles the player could take control of, and basically grind the opposition into dust with a tank, an attack helicopter, or whatever He or She finds. I also need to do something about the main character's womanizing and gambling, which would benefit the game in some way or another. I don't want to go too far with the sex, but I don't want to leave it out either. Before You ask, the player character will be one of the Toa Extreme, John Fox, who starts as the Toa of Stone, but will be known as Toa of Lust. -Yep, I want to use the seven deadly sins for the six toa extreme, somehow. Bonus stages will be the most interesting -to me- part of the entire experience tho. I want those to be similar to Sonic's special stages and Jazz Jackrabbit's bonus stages, AND some will be like the skating stages of the Pink Panther Pinkadelic Pursuit game. What else then? Well, take the NPC chat feature of Mata Nui Online and implement it into a bionicle-furry-themed FPS game, and maybe the inventory, I guess? What enemies did I have in mind? Well, the game would be base on the Origins story, so it will mirror what You will encounter. Firstly, You have the armies of Hell, aka. the Damn-Nation. I so far imagine doom-style demonic monsters and Heart of Darkness style Spectres to try tear the player apart in this supernatural Bionicle universe. Where are they coming from? What are their connection to everything? You may already know their daddy, but He's busy having been crushed by a moon. Of course, BIONICLE monsters and enemies must be present. So prepare to encounter rahkshi, if this game gets made, anyway. And Skakdi. Okay, what else is there. Well, Bandits, gangsters, crazy cultists... I can't tell You too much about the human enemies. It would spoil the mystery, the conspiracy. So what else can I say? I was thinking about Origins mostly in the form of this game, but I also thought up some new elements this year, like the Ta-Matoran, Nuka, who is important to the Toa Extreme. But that's all I need to say.

Well, another year is ahead of us, let's make the best of it, if possible. Hopefully, I can come up with at least a comic or a novel or something. But I am missing something important. Oh well, let's rewind to the 2010th year of the great beings, and address the ELEPHANT in the room. If You follow Me since... well, way before 2010, You may have noticed that I rebooted the adventures of before -which used to be somewhat militaristic in nature- into a Need For Speed style racing stuff, miced into a High School drama, Class conflicts and a buddy-buddy romantic comedy, when I was gaining a BIG inspiration from  skailla of all people, and ended up on a more... well, another mess, really. Initial D? Fast and Furious? Need For Speed or Midnight Club? At the time, I thought I could take on them. I ended up creating a wolrd where the popular would rival the unpopular, rich rivals the poor, elitist rivals the humble... And the two organize into two houses -after forming into teams or crews- MEanwhile, Vuk Tempest would meet this girl, Rachel -Who later got replaced by Raven so let's refer to her as Raven- and became Her guardian (angel) thingy. The concept wasn't the worst, but I ended up making a story with no ending, because as usual, I failed to imagine the story from one end to another. And things happened, both in IRL life and in my insides. In the end, I gave up on this story and went on to plan something much more simple. But as I spent time in college, I ended up rebooting this thing AGAIN, turning some of this one's elements into Furry Islanders.

But a major theme of this story would be STREET RACING, or underground culture in general. Where most of the action would take place. Ya now, racing, gambling, police chases, and the good guys would annoy the bad guys, until everything went awful. As i said, I gave up on this concept, and went on back to a combat-rich setting. Again, I was recycling some of it's elements for Furry Islanders, but a majority of it remains in statis. The houses of the popular rich elites and the unpopular poor underdogs stuck in rivalry, for example, were not yet fit into the new story. Racing is a theme I have been avoiding since Furry Islanders became the reboot. But deep at heart, I know one thing: Since the begining, Vuk Tempest was man of many talents: He was both a warrior and a racer, a womanizer and a gambler, and also a very curous person who loves Science, even if He himself can't really Science much. Paranormal, supernatural investigations are also in His blood. But the Elephant in the room here is the RACING part. In previous incarnations of the story, He was reckless in races, a self made man, a leader for team races, and a wanted man with a bounty on his head. That's gonna be the part that's gonna be hard to recycle. I have been considering this a dead theme for Vuk. But as time progresses, I miss this thing. So... I may need to rethink this. Maybe He doesn't need to be an illegal street racer. Just a racer who takes a good oportunity. Maybe He doesn't need to be a public enemy for the cops to catch. Maybe He can be both due to circumstances turning Him into an undesirable person before He begins racing. Who knows. This issue will be solved, probably. But it'll take time.

So, another Year, another oportunity to fix or ruin everything. Another year in front of Me, waiting to spend it with creation and lust. And I feel bizarre for doing this, but for those who willingly watch Me, and keep by Me, thank You very much for hypothetically -or something- holding My hand through this chaos We call the Internet. I hope I can repay this for You. I hope I can finally do something with My ideas. I hope I can finally serve stories soon. Happy New Year to You all.

Before I start, let Me add that I wrote this on Furry Amino, and copied it here. For my new watchers, I thank You all for adding Me to Your list, and I apologize for my uploads not being very frequent due to life reasons, plus scanner being broken and phone cam being a lazy way to do things, and my cam may also have issues of it's own.

Thought I'd write about hypothetical furry islanders games. As You may not yet be aware of, I love imagining my own videogames to associate with my world. I create (non textured) low-polygon 3D models as a passtime, which might be a symptom of a desire to play said games. I can't make games per say, and I'm afraid I do require assistance with them if, and when I begin. Sad, but I may overcome these obstacles.

I notice there are a few games made for, by, or with the furry fandom in mind. It's good, except I seldom find an interesting one (that's not a naughty game). The good ones are usually made by non-fandom actors (Dust: An Elysian Tail, Jazz Jackrabbit 2, Soratorobo, Sly Cooper) and games by people admitably from the fandon usually make those... Well... Bunch of reading in what appears to be a point and click adventure game, with charactera being static pictures without a voice. That, or really small flash games that may be unable to be played after flash comppetely disappears. Of course, I do find rare examples of something else. I have seen amazing jrpg games which let Me explore their world and properly battle monsters, unlike the static point and click nature of aforementioned meh games. There is also a fighting game for furries in the making, which is amazing. Overgrowth, a 3D adventure fighting game also promises much, if it gets finished and released at all.

But there's a game I don't see much in the fandom: first person shooters. Correct Me if I'm wrong.

A Furry Islanders game would essentially be one of such, with old monsters from bionicle and new monsters, as well as more hukanoid baddies on a lookout to eliminate the player. Since Furry Islanders is essentially a "Bionicle FanFic" world, the presence of Bionicles is of course a given (free game, anyone? Since I dont own bionicle, at all). And magic/supernatural elements saturate Furry Islanders to the brim. There are Three or Four possible points of the storyline I believe that the game(s) can take place in. As You may or may not already read on any of my ramblings (anywhere) then You may know a few scenarios.
1- The 22nd century Earth is in the middle of a Cold War. The planet is mostly in a state of anarchy, and the more civilized regions are controlled by the Crusader Empire, Union of Communist Eurasia, And the Collective of Oceania (names may change), all dystopian by nature. However, some sovereign states do exist independently, with Visper-Nui, a large island in the Atlantic Ocean having the reputation of the most heavily guarded kingdom. In this world, a strange meteorite falls unto a populated urban area, causing the place to be locked down in quarantine. The meteorite was recovered and brought in, but they pay a price. You are Mylo B. Dakota, known by Your friends by Your nickname "Dr. Beat". A medical student who came here for field practice, to aid a dangerous experiment which could result in injury, or worse. Then, everything went down into chaos, as You struggle Your way out of the facility, uncovering the horrible truth lying beneath Your "Employers" laboratories. (Basically, Half-Life)
2: After said story, things get hot, and Visper Nui's people struggle against a dark, alien enemy. With the big bad revived and back in action, You, Vuk Tempest are a gunslinger-adventure junkie travelling around the island. Between making friends, You discover the source of the invasion, facing foes more powerful than You imagined, while aiding the islanders. Your destiny unknown, and nowhere to call home, you fight on aimlessly, until something sticks.
3: This one would take place in a more familiar earth, as this is the past way before Furry Islanders. (Hence the title: Furry Islanders Origins). The world is at peace after a century of political struggle (Cold War) that ended in 1991. The peace is disrupted by terrorism, however. And crime would be a big problem. But otherwise, almost everything is, or seems normal, until a Matoran, called Nuka, appears to John, an aspiring student in a nearby school of the humble town. With John's aid and Nuka's desperation, the Toa Extreme is formed for a seemingly important job, and they venture into the wild, and somehow, at different points in the world. The Toa Extreme did not get along at all, however, and they pretty much terrorized any unsuspecting person they met in order to finish their goal. Their journey leads them to a world very reminiscent if the underworld, and they do what they were supposed to... Betraying each other and triggering a chain of events that would change the world around You. That's where You, in the Role of John, truly begin Your adventure. With Your life changed and society not welcoming your "kind", you are forced to wander around the world, searching for Your true purpose and Your destiny. All that while you discover that more mutants, like You, began to appear, while a secret conspiracy plagues your journey, and terrorists turning into darker versions of themselves out of nowhere, everything goes horrible.
4: The events of 3 cause Earth to spiral into World War 3. Countries fall apart and new powers emerge, pushing out the old governments. A new island appears in the Atlantic Ocean, after what appears to be a giant fireball falls from the sky into the water. With everyone wanting to get their hands on the new land and it's resources, the future of society is at stake. This "story" takes place between Origins (the prequel) and Furry Islanders (as a whole), and serves as a transition into the latter.

Each scenario would require a different approach.

1 and 3 would have a classic Shooter approach. Dr. Beat (1) would be more like Half-Life mixed with SCP Containment Breach, while John Fox would be given some extras, like a system for elemental powers, interaction with NPCs, vehicles, airboards, etc.
2 would be an fps game with features from Halo and Skyrim (and Fallout, I guess) with weapons and magic attacks available from an equip menu, with 2 weapons equipable at one time. This one would be open world at its core, with many many "dungeons, caves, and all that jazz" to explore. So, this might be the most developed, i guess?
4 remains as a military shooter taking place in the timeline. Enough said.

For Furry FPS, these all sound like cool ideas, what do You guys think? Should fps games be made with furries in mind? Is Vivisector: Beast within even worth mentioning? And are these ideas (blending furry themes with Bionicle) worth making into a game (each)?

Happy Halloween to all!

I have been busy with new studies and travels to foreign lands -Romanian Transylvania- but I have not forgotten the story yet!

I wrote about the Toa Extreme story on DA, so let Me get to the next stage of the story: When the last Toa Extreme that remains goes rouge and becomes a freelance gunslinger -or rather, a bounty hunter- while exploring the world around Him. Now this is an interesting part of the Story, since it is intended to show the effects the Toa Extreme had on Earth in it's brief existence. And for this, the story must answer a question that some -who actually knew of my idea- always had about Furry Islanders: WHY are people furries, and how did humanity turn into petting zoo people?

Unless I already mentioned it, I try not to spoil anything, but the Toa Extreme does something that sets off a chain reaction all the way back on earth, affecting an increasing ammount of people starting with those the Toa Extreme encountered -mostly through villainous acts, tho, since the Toa Extreme isn't all that heroic a team, especially shameful since they are supposed to be the first humans to represent the elements in heroic acts. I think I do not spoil anything if I reveal that a virus is involved.

If you can guess what turns people into furries, aka. mutants, then we can proceed. The outbreak of this mutation is unnoticeable at first, but eventually grows concerning to the point that authorities attempt to force mutants into a quarantine as soon as they discover the virus. People are afraid of their own future reflecting in what appears to be a minority in their present. But they have no idea how much worse it will be soon, when the real plague hits.

The mutants are banished into towns or camps of their own, and in worse cases, are thrown into ships forced to sail. The latter results in pirates while the former gives us cities run by organized crime headed by the GodFather himself. It is a hard time the first Mutants have to go through as soon as 2004 hits. A Young John Fox, whose Toa Powers overwhelm Him whenever He tries to use them -After all, absorbing elemental powers of all six kinds is not supposed to be easy-, is wandering in the wilderness, searching for adventure and women, while having to process (in mind) what happened during and after the Toa Extreme's rather failed and tragic adventure and breakup. His purpose in all this is unclear, but He is going to be aware soon that He and the rest of the former Toa Extreme are not the only mutants in existence. Authroties, whose identity is classified, will make sure the news of even worse things happening to mutants reach Him sooner. Perhaps it's time for him to march onward and fight for whatever. After all, He loves a little violence every now and then, doesn't He?

That is all I intend to share with You for now. I figured that I may be telling too much information to You guys, to the point that You may even say I am telling You the story before it's finished. I try to minimize the ammount of important information as much as possible. A Happy Halloween to You all.

https://youtu.be/0Qm8H9F7gGk

Made this for the Furry Islanders universe. I wish I could do better, tho...

Welcome and good evening/murrning/afternoon or whatever, John Gregory Thomas, alias Vuk Tempest (And by Furry islanders, John Fox, to an extent) here, to bring you the latest random thing You don't probably care about.

So, let Me confess. As a kid, I had a crush on the barbie doll at some points. I know... It's quite an akward thing to open THIS journal with. But She was... well, a beauty! Not a real one, but still. Considering how I always had difficulties getting a real, LIVE woman in my arms to begin with, it may be understandable, the same way I hug whatever I can sneak into a bed (a bigger plushie, a pillow, a blanket, or anything similar).

Anyways, other than that, the Barbie Dolls were a HUGE part of popular culture. A lot of girls were so into it, and rarely some guys. -ummm....-, and MATTEL, as well as other companies with their fashion dolls- provided.My Sister, if I remember right, had a couple of Steffi branded ones, tho that didn't stop Me from sneaking one into my hands briefly and enjoy the doll's beauty. I know, I was a little perv as a kid, the first time I saw naked women on a computer was when I found some on My older brother's computer, as an 11 Years old -which is probably a point at which I began developing in the ways of puberty- I know, I shouldn't have... but to be honest, it's in the past. So, as a soon to be 26 Years old young-adult still stuck in His mother's care due to autism and began 3 more years in the hell of University just recently, and I remember having an idea that probably had been tried by others, but I can"t find the idea proper.

Naturally, I mean an Anthro Fashion Doll

What I basically mean that they would have the basic doll-body of Your every day Barbie Doll or other fashion dolls, but with a pluggable tail and an animal head, made of colored plastic in a way that would allow markings to be a different colored plastic. Of course, this kinda stuff usually fails to impress.

Now there IS an old poodle-doll from retro times, that I could be directed to:

http://www.vintagedollcollector.com.....na/peteena.htm

Yes... Peteena, the first animal fashion doll. Who wore bras -but didn't have breasts, like Barbie?-

Yea, I would accept Her just out of Furry Love, but I would still go through with My idea with a Furry Fashion Doll with breasts, because why not? One of the things I always enjoyed in Anthro is that I put animal features (fur, head, tail) on a HUMAN body, creating a whole new humanoid, or in MY case, a whole new species of human. It would be quite fun to play with, wouldn't it? Ya dirty minded little mortals!

One of the sollutions would be that I buy a spare barbie body without a head, and I would have to mold Myself a canine head, or anything that comes to mind, to put on that body. I am thinking in terms of Bianca's design, because She came to mind first, but who knows? I would also need to solve the coloring of the whole figure. Because!

So, what would You say about such concept? Will You remind Me of Peteena as usual, or will You cheer Me on the day I finally get enough money to try it -probably many years from now- and do my dream furry girl in a doll form?

Anyways, I love You guys... Except You! Yes You! You are still an asshole! You know who You are, You silly asshole! You are not the asshole? Then I love You!