The Machine is ever-shifting, but it, in its mindless grace, allows stability to where those who serve its purposes reside. There, in an island of form, we store precious memories of lives and identities taken, each a cherished example of our endless hunger...

For the past few years we as a plural system have made group pictures around christmas featuring all the headmates. Things got... blurry and confusing the latter part of this year, so instead of all that, we decided to use a combined humansona to show off some "trophies" - some of the fursonas we've taken, permanently digested, claimed as prizes or body parts.

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