Another evening to be drunk. The lynx is obsessed with alcholic beverages and to get exrta wasted he is drinking moonshine or you may also call it hooch.

He suddenly fells asleep in his chair and when the morning arrives, he discovers that he is not his house in the woods but suddenly he wakes up in the streets of Indianapolis, USA.
How he got here, he wonders. Fear and loathing occurs. He wants to go back to his comfortable chair and home.
To think logically he was in Europe at Finland but suddenly he is in USA.
He has no money, no cellphone, no visa, nothing.
Everything is so strange and new to him.

He thinks maybe he should go to police and tell his story and maybe they can help him.
Or a better idea occurs in his head: maybe all of this is just a dream and he like is having one of these lucid dreams and that means he can do whatever he wants.
Let's see, he thinks: what you can do in dreams that you normally cannot do not? I should try to fly or float. He concentrates and imagines flying for 5 minutes but nothing happens.
He suddenly hears high frequency noise in his ears, but nobody else but him seems hear it because people on the streets are calm, minding their business and just walking on.

He stops a random person who walks by him and asks the time and where is the police station. Strangely he cannot understand a word what the person says because the person is talking backwards. Our protagonist shrugs and just says goodbye to the stranger and walks on. He wonders: what on the earth is going on???

He just forgets everything and starts to run, he runs couple of miles to clear his head.
Hunger strikes him. Survival instincts start to work. He still thinks that this is a dream and screw it he says in his head, since i have no money i will go eat in a nice restuarant and leave before they ask me to pay.

The lonely lynx sits in his house in the woods in the living room, in his rocking chair and is drinking his 5th mojito, he is drunk again and he has terrible time because all the war flashbacks are going around his weary head.

5th April of 2005:

It is a sunny and a hot day in Afghanistan, too hot if you may say that. The 505th recon/counter sniper unit is on the patrol and has a task to sabotage any hostile activity in the area, seize the control and gather enemy intel . Everything is quiet, too quiet, maybe they do not know that we are here yet or maybe they discovered us long time ago and setting up an ambush. The excact location for our story and our patrol is The Registan Desert. Quiet before the storm...

The one they call Muska, uses binocoulars and sees lens flare from the buildings in distance and yells: Take cover we might been spotted!

So they get out from their humvees, kill the engines and take cover behind the vehicles.
Some of them start digging into the sand.

The first shot is heard from the distance, this changes everything. Luckily it was a miss and Muska's buddy Mike raises his head from the cover to scan the distance and the horizon, seconds later he is shot into the head and now Muska just holds his dead friend his hands and thinks: They train you to fight and kill but they do not train you to deal with this, all his emotions are going wild in his head he wants all of this to end, he gets angry and goes beserk with rage. But the chief of the unit comes to him and and tells him to keep his head cool and straight, he says: eventually everybody dies, you just have to accept it. Muska almost starts to cry but he gets hold of himself and knows what to do: eliminate the threat! The unit gets premission to open fire at Islam fighters.
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So they unload the their cars and take sniper rifles. Muska flips out and thinks: this is where the fun begins! No more humanity left inside of him, no remorse.

To be continued....

So I have been to the fandom now for half of a year and it is a quite exciting and thrilling experience.
I mostly keep it to myself, like a lot of furs do In this fandom.
But when I am with other furries or at a furmeets, I become completely different person. I am free and sociable, my parents always told me that dream big and be who you are in this life, so I did find something for myself where I can be who or whatever I want to be. All this use of fantasy and creativity used in here is just amazing.
I have found some really good friends and people to hangout with. I am usually a pretty shy and the guy who keeps to himself, don't talk much and just a average dude from a cold Country, I do not mean not only the weather is cold where I live but also people hearts sometimes seem cold and lonely, everybody actually needs somebody who would listen them out and hug them after a hard day at work. I wanted to say that you could say that I am a pretty lone wolf in this world who is trying find his place amongst people and society but the first thing what pops out in my head when I hear word society is: fuck society, i have met really great people in my life but so much more bad and wicked people who cannot just wait to screw you over and make a mess in your life. But i since i am a cat or a feline specifically i could not say i am a wolf.
The fandom is something that non-furry community people would not understand even if you make full PowerPoint presetation about it and it is just something that they would really like or dislike. So i am always between two worlds, my normal everyday life and the life that i am living in the fandom.


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It is 20-th august and we are on the way to my first furry convention. We were somewhere near Latvia when alcohol started to kick in. our roadtrip started from Estonia. I bought a bottle of cheap chile white wine and jugged it down with one sip, plus because the road ahead was really long, and it was early evening so i took some sleeping pills but as far as you go, alcohol and pills won't work together, i passed out. When i woke up i first asked: where are we, from the driver and he said we just arrived to Poland. There was 3 other people with me, my furry friends from Estonia. Night, Maario aka endworld and Sparky. Keep in mind that our car was really small and my head was into the roof all the times. So we made a stop in Poland and bought some food (hot dogs), drinks (coffee, redbull) and got some fuel for the car. I was the only one who did not have driving license, so I was privileged to sleep so long as i want. "Chemical Brothers" were blasting from the car subwoofers and main song was "EML ritual". I felt so free and careless, it was last day's of summer so I thought to myself, why not go to a furry convention and spend some time with newly met friends. It was my first furry convention and when we finally arrived to Estrel hotel in Berlin, my first reaction was like: Holy Jesus what are these goddamn animals and what are they doing in here!?
What is their purpose and what are they are trying to achieve with this?
Mild delusions and paranoia follow me, everywhere I go in this concrete furry jungle.

Suddenly I meet a man who Is called "Uncle Kage" I ask that man: what I have gotten myself into?
He replies: my dear friend you just came to a furry convention.
I say: a furry convention, eh? So what is what you do in here, you furries?
He said: We are here to have some fun and enjoy ourselves and he recommended me to do the same, have fun and visit some panels.
So I did.
I visited "enter the arena" which was a fursuit dance competition.
Also I visited the nightclub events in late evening.
And that day forward I just love furry raves and DJ-s
Had wonderful time and a lot of furs hugged me!


End of this story, until next time!