The chance to attend FurFright is something coveted by most, if not all, furries, easily placed miles above much more mundane priorities like careers, food and health insurance.

The line starts forming roughly two weeks after the end of closing Ceremonies and spots in line are picked, fortified and defended fiercely until October next year.

Walking side by side the dredges of society queued up for their chance at glory, one can see those without the stamina to survive such a harsh trial, littering the walls like monuments to the adversity and challenge that is the FurFright Registration Line.

We can only offer a moment’s repose as we adjust badges of past glories and mutter IRC leet-speak of mourning before moving forward in line. Renewed resolve birthed from such a sight.

Unless you were staff like me, then you’d just skip happily by, giving the Hawaiian sign of greeting to all the lesser races, before drinking heavily from Almighty Belic’s Heavenly Pabst Blue Ribbon 10th Anniversary Thermos and ascended to Valhalla.