To all you PC Overwatch players!
Posted 5 years agoI am very unhappy with my current silver rank in competitive and it's not entirely my fault. I'm sick of teams that don't listen to me when I give them the strategies needed to win just because they don't want to swap off of their favorite heroes. When a pharah is in the air we don't need a junkrat, we need a Mccree or Soldier. When a tracer is constantly flanking us and killing our healers we don't need a Sigma we need a Winston. People don't know how to play counters and they refuse to learn. So I'm putting this out.
I want to form an Overwatch team on PC. I feel like as a team we could get far together. Competitive isn't a solo game mode, it's a team game mode. I can't do this by myself. I need your help. So, as the wise Winston once asked: https://youtu.be/pwFu8kEsUW4?t=96
BattleTag: Alexfoxxy#1743
My mains are Junkrat, Reinhardt, and Lucio but i can play Mccree, reaper, and moira pretty well too. I am a flexible player and will fill any role that is needed.
I want to form an Overwatch team on PC. I feel like as a team we could get far together. Competitive isn't a solo game mode, it's a team game mode. I can't do this by myself. I need your help. So, as the wise Winston once asked: https://youtu.be/pwFu8kEsUW4?t=96
BattleTag: Alexfoxxy#1743
My mains are Junkrat, Reinhardt, and Lucio but i can play Mccree, reaper, and moira pretty well too. I am a flexible player and will fill any role that is needed.
Changes to come to my male red fox Alex
Posted 5 years agoI have decided after a long time of consideration to make some changes to my fursona, Alex. I consider them to be pretty big changes for the most part. One of which will be his last name and a few will be character designs. Due to his story which is currently in developement I've decided to change his last name to Riley while his old last name, Foxxy, will be one of his nicknames. The other nickname being what he's known most for, The Strawberry Fox. Which brings me to the character redesign. One of the design additions i want to put on him is a strawberry birthmark somewhere on his body. Currently I'm planning on putting it on his chest.
Sometime in the near future i will be introducing a new character in Alex's family, his folf daughter Samantha Riley. When will i do this i don't know. I have a large backlog of art to upload and I tend to be lazy when it comes to uploading stuff lol. Anyways that's all the news i have to share for the time being.
Sometime in the near future i will be introducing a new character in Alex's family, his folf daughter Samantha Riley. When will i do this i don't know. I have a large backlog of art to upload and I tend to be lazy when it comes to uploading stuff lol. Anyways that's all the news i have to share for the time being.
Sad ultimatum
Posted 6 years agoI hate to say this but since my former mate refuses to speak to me anymore for no reason I have decided to break off the relationship. He hasn't spoken to me more than two or three times since he was released from prison, for his sake I will not discuss why he was in there, and had ignored all of my other attempts to get him to even say hi to me. I thought my last Skype message would have made it clear that his ignoring me was hurting me and breaking my heart. I still want to be his friend and all he has to do is say hi to me in the comment section below. As soon as I can figure out how to edit my profile I will be removing him from there. I do not want anybody who reads this to go to his page or note him with any kind of hate or attack or bullshit of any kind. If I find out anyone has then the furs responsible will be reported to fur affinity by me. This is hard enough as it is, I don't need more shit piled on top of it. This is something ive been thinking of for a long time now and I feel it's best.
Sad news today
Posted 7 years agoI took my little German shepherd mix to her vet today and found out she has kidney disease. Vet said if she isn't better by Friday we'll need to make a decision on her life. Let her live on in misery or put her down. I don't want my little buddy to die but I don't want her to suffer anymore...
Why I think I'm the way I am
Posted 7 years agoI tried to take a psychological look at my life to see why I think I am the way I am. In this journal I go over many things that affected me through out my life and this isn't everything that's made me the way I am. I end up venting a lot in it but strangely enough it made me feel better.
I'm clingy, needy, shy, submissive, a person who needs lots of attention, and many other things. I've been this way for most of my life and over the course of my 29 years of life I've developed very bad mental health problems, like severe clinical depression. On more than one occasion I've attempted suicide because of the pain I've felt in my heart for so many years. Once when I was 8 I put a loaded World War 1 .303 British infantry rifle in my mouth, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger. The gun misfired and all I got was a spanking for "Playing" with my grandpa's gun. I believe I know why I feel the way I do and I want to try to explain it in this journal.
I believe that I'm the way I am because my parents left me to the care of my grandparents from the time I was 1-year-old till I was 16 years and 4 months old. During that time that I spent with my grandparents I never felt loved. I always felt like I was a slave. Anything physical that needed to be done I was always the one who did it, even as a little kid. Do you know any 9-year-olds who had to pick up a riding mower with their grandfather on it? I do because I did that. Any time I wanted to be held or felt like talking about something I thought was interesting I was always told to sit down, shut up, be quiet, pay attention, and do exactly what I'm told to do.
When I was very young I cried every night my parents left my grandparents' house. They would come to visit almost every night for maybe 3 hours a night. I wanted so badly to go live with them, I didn't want to live with my grandparents anymore. Did they care? They say yes but their actions over the course of my life have lead me to believe that no they didn't. For 15 years and some odd months I lived with my grandparents. My grandmother died in March of 2003 and I went to live with my parents in February of 2004. I thought I'd enjoy that. Heh, was I ever wrong.
In 2004 my hell continued. I was still treated like a slave only this time I got the added experience of not only going to work with my dad like I had many, many times in the past years but also getting to do his job for him. That's right he made me do the job he got paid to do for him. I did all the work while he sat out in his van and enjoyed himself by relaxing in the cool air conditioning while I made all of his snack and pop deliveries. I'm the one who got to deal with all the angry customers. I'm the one who got to deal with the idiot Coca-Cola repairman. I did everything he was supposed to do. Did I get any kind of thanks? Sure if you call getting called a dumbass almost every day and yelled at when you make a little mistake thanks. Did I get any sort of pay? I was given free drinks and food. Kind of sounds like slave rations doesn't it?
I thought that my own parents would show me the love and affection that I so desperately craved. I never got to feel what it was like to be loved by them. They say that they love me but I don't feel it. How can I? They are the ones who once said that they want me to die. Even though they said it in an indirect way they still said that. There was a newscast on TV about a furry convention that was going on. The furries were having fun and enjoying themselves and I was enjoying watching them, thinking I would love to go to one someday. That's when I heard this statement come from my dad saying that he hates furries and that he would like to see every furry rounded up and put into a concentration camp like Hitler did to the Jews. He said he wanted to see every furry fixed to believe what is "normal" or be executed. He didn't say this calmly either he said it with lots of anger and hatred in his voice. What did my mom do? Did she try to defend the innocent people just trying to have some fun? No! She agreed with him! How am I supposed to feel love from people who want me dead!?
Does my story end there though? No it does not. Later in my life I learned some things that made me even more depressed about things. After my grandfather died in 2009 I went to live in the house I grew up in. I told them I wanted to live by myself. After what they had put me through can you blame me? Did I get to live by myself? No. I got to live with my very abusive drunk of an uncle. I got to live with that idiot for 7 months. I was the only one who paid on any bills including our rent. Our landlord, by the way, was my dad. Every time our rent came up short, whose fault was it? Was it my uncles for not paying his half? Was it my dad's for not listening to me when I told him my uncle wouldn't pay his half and that he needed to get rid of him? No. Apparently it was my fault. I don't know how it possibly could have been my fault when I was the only one paying on any bills except the beer bill. That particular bill my uncle covered by himself. Thank God he paid that one because lord knows we really needed that beer to live.
Eventually, we had to sell the house. It sold for around $50,000.00 and I told my dad to keep my half of the sale. He went to meet the realtor one day when I was at work. When I came home that day and had a chance to talk with him he told me something that made me angry. The realtor complimented him on how well the landscape looked. My father was not the one who kept up with the grounds of the house, I was. Did he give me any credit? No. He took it all for himself. Just like he did for the solution of hiding wires in the basement in the floor boards of the rooms above the basement. Anything that I did that worked out very well he took credit for. Anything that he did that failed I got blamed for.
This year is when I figured something out that really hurt me a lot. Several years ago they told me that my grandparents gave them a loan to buy the house that they lived in for 15 years. Not once did they ever receive money for repayment of the debt. I didn't think about this at all until this year. It's when I realized this. Why oh why did my parents never repay their debt to my dad's parents? Why didn't they give them back the money that they borrowed? Why would they need to when they gave their only child to them as payment? That's right. I was used as currency to repay the loan that my grandparents gave my parents for their apartment.
So to sum things up, here's why I think I'm like I am. I believe I am the way that I am because of my family. I think I'm the way I am because of the neglect I received by my parents and grandparents. I think I'm the way I am because of how my uncle treated me during the time I lived with him. My friends from childhood aren't guilt free either. None of them wanted to be my friend unless they wanted something from me whether it was money or protection because of how big I was. So I believe that I'm the way that I am because of my "friends" but mostly my family and to a much greater extent my parents. I am extremely clingy to the ones I love because of my craving for love and attention that I was denied for so many years.
That is why I believe I am the way that I am.
I'm clingy, needy, shy, submissive, a person who needs lots of attention, and many other things. I've been this way for most of my life and over the course of my 29 years of life I've developed very bad mental health problems, like severe clinical depression. On more than one occasion I've attempted suicide because of the pain I've felt in my heart for so many years. Once when I was 8 I put a loaded World War 1 .303 British infantry rifle in my mouth, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger. The gun misfired and all I got was a spanking for "Playing" with my grandpa's gun. I believe I know why I feel the way I do and I want to try to explain it in this journal.
I believe that I'm the way I am because my parents left me to the care of my grandparents from the time I was 1-year-old till I was 16 years and 4 months old. During that time that I spent with my grandparents I never felt loved. I always felt like I was a slave. Anything physical that needed to be done I was always the one who did it, even as a little kid. Do you know any 9-year-olds who had to pick up a riding mower with their grandfather on it? I do because I did that. Any time I wanted to be held or felt like talking about something I thought was interesting I was always told to sit down, shut up, be quiet, pay attention, and do exactly what I'm told to do.
When I was very young I cried every night my parents left my grandparents' house. They would come to visit almost every night for maybe 3 hours a night. I wanted so badly to go live with them, I didn't want to live with my grandparents anymore. Did they care? They say yes but their actions over the course of my life have lead me to believe that no they didn't. For 15 years and some odd months I lived with my grandparents. My grandmother died in March of 2003 and I went to live with my parents in February of 2004. I thought I'd enjoy that. Heh, was I ever wrong.
In 2004 my hell continued. I was still treated like a slave only this time I got the added experience of not only going to work with my dad like I had many, many times in the past years but also getting to do his job for him. That's right he made me do the job he got paid to do for him. I did all the work while he sat out in his van and enjoyed himself by relaxing in the cool air conditioning while I made all of his snack and pop deliveries. I'm the one who got to deal with all the angry customers. I'm the one who got to deal with the idiot Coca-Cola repairman. I did everything he was supposed to do. Did I get any kind of thanks? Sure if you call getting called a dumbass almost every day and yelled at when you make a little mistake thanks. Did I get any sort of pay? I was given free drinks and food. Kind of sounds like slave rations doesn't it?
I thought that my own parents would show me the love and affection that I so desperately craved. I never got to feel what it was like to be loved by them. They say that they love me but I don't feel it. How can I? They are the ones who once said that they want me to die. Even though they said it in an indirect way they still said that. There was a newscast on TV about a furry convention that was going on. The furries were having fun and enjoying themselves and I was enjoying watching them, thinking I would love to go to one someday. That's when I heard this statement come from my dad saying that he hates furries and that he would like to see every furry rounded up and put into a concentration camp like Hitler did to the Jews. He said he wanted to see every furry fixed to believe what is "normal" or be executed. He didn't say this calmly either he said it with lots of anger and hatred in his voice. What did my mom do? Did she try to defend the innocent people just trying to have some fun? No! She agreed with him! How am I supposed to feel love from people who want me dead!?
Does my story end there though? No it does not. Later in my life I learned some things that made me even more depressed about things. After my grandfather died in 2009 I went to live in the house I grew up in. I told them I wanted to live by myself. After what they had put me through can you blame me? Did I get to live by myself? No. I got to live with my very abusive drunk of an uncle. I got to live with that idiot for 7 months. I was the only one who paid on any bills including our rent. Our landlord, by the way, was my dad. Every time our rent came up short, whose fault was it? Was it my uncles for not paying his half? Was it my dad's for not listening to me when I told him my uncle wouldn't pay his half and that he needed to get rid of him? No. Apparently it was my fault. I don't know how it possibly could have been my fault when I was the only one paying on any bills except the beer bill. That particular bill my uncle covered by himself. Thank God he paid that one because lord knows we really needed that beer to live.
Eventually, we had to sell the house. It sold for around $50,000.00 and I told my dad to keep my half of the sale. He went to meet the realtor one day when I was at work. When I came home that day and had a chance to talk with him he told me something that made me angry. The realtor complimented him on how well the landscape looked. My father was not the one who kept up with the grounds of the house, I was. Did he give me any credit? No. He took it all for himself. Just like he did for the solution of hiding wires in the basement in the floor boards of the rooms above the basement. Anything that I did that worked out very well he took credit for. Anything that he did that failed I got blamed for.
This year is when I figured something out that really hurt me a lot. Several years ago they told me that my grandparents gave them a loan to buy the house that they lived in for 15 years. Not once did they ever receive money for repayment of the debt. I didn't think about this at all until this year. It's when I realized this. Why oh why did my parents never repay their debt to my dad's parents? Why didn't they give them back the money that they borrowed? Why would they need to when they gave their only child to them as payment? That's right. I was used as currency to repay the loan that my grandparents gave my parents for their apartment.
So to sum things up, here's why I think I'm like I am. I believe I am the way that I am because of my family. I think I'm the way I am because of the neglect I received by my parents and grandparents. I think I'm the way I am because of how my uncle treated me during the time I lived with him. My friends from childhood aren't guilt free either. None of them wanted to be my friend unless they wanted something from me whether it was money or protection because of how big I was. So I believe that I'm the way that I am because of my "friends" but mostly my family and to a much greater extent my parents. I am extremely clingy to the ones I love because of my craving for love and attention that I was denied for so many years.
That is why I believe I am the way that I am.
Growing Up Furry: What it was like for me growing up
Posted 7 years agoI'm not sure at what point in my life I became a furry, but I would say that it was at a very early age. I can remember watching Samurai Pizza Cats almost every day when I was a kid of not even 10 years of age. Ah that show, I have such found memories of watching it with my grandparents. My real mom and dad didn't raise me nor did I live with them until I was 16 years old. I can remember imagining that I was another Samurai Pizza Cat and I would fight alongside of Speedy, Guido, and Polyester. Then, as I got older, I started to imagine going out on dates with Polyester. It wasn't just her that I loved though. I loved everything about that show. I remember crying at the end of each episode but at that time I didn't understand why. I now know that I cried because I realized without even knowing that I would never get to be a part of that world.
It wasn't until Digimon season 2 that all of the pieces of the puzzle that would be my furry life made themselves known to me. For the first time in my life, I was starting to put them together. When season 3 came out I solved that puzzle. At first, I thought I was crazy, but it explained a lot of things in my life. My extreme fascination with cartoons was one thing. Eventually, after looking at several adult images of Renamon, I found more people like me online. I was so happy to learn that I wasn't the only one who liked anthromorphs. I always made sure to clear my browser history since what I was looking at was still technically porn.
I didn't realize it at the time but by doing that I probably saved myself from a lot of pain, heartache, and hardships. There's a book that I'm reading by Kyell Gold called Waterways that has opened my eyes to a danger from my past that I never would've seen before. I won't ruin anything I hope by saying this. Since my fursona is a fox, my life is like I'm Samaki but with Kory's mom. Only my parents don't think that being gay, which I'm not, is an illness. However, they do think that about us furries. They even say that there are "Special Places" for furries and they say it with extreme hatred in their voices. Do you know how much that hurts me knowing that if I, or anyone else, was to tell my parents that I'm a furry that they would hate me and probably try to send me to get "help"? When I found out what they really thought of furries I became sick, suffering from a broken heart, and cried for hours that night. It still hurts to know that about them and as long as they're alive I don't plan on telling them about me being a furry. I am not ashamed of being what I am but I don't want them to hate me. It makes me sad that there are people out there who hate others for being something they don't or can't understand. People who hate us who hate us so much that they are willing to hurt us emotionally and sometimes physically just because we're happy and have fun as furries.
It does make me happy that, for the most part anyways, the community here at Sofurry supports each other with Love, Respect, and Kindness. I am proud of our community and dare say it's more like a family. At least here I have friends that will try and help me through my darkest times. Even when I wanted to commit suicide because of the constant attacks on the furry fandom. I felt like I could never be myself and accepted for what I am. For a long time I couldn't be happy before I found Sofurry back when it was called Yiffstar. I'm very grateful for the friends that I have here. To two very special friends of mine I am especially thankful to (No, not those kinds of special friends come on now get your minds out of the gutter ^_^). I want to thank Gray Muzzle for taking me under his paw and teaching me how write stories and for his constant support. Although I am far from perfect, thanks to him I'm better than I used to be. I also want to thank SylarEnderpaws. He has been, and still is, one of the best motivators and friends that I have ever had. He still tries to help me hone my writing skills and he's always there when I need someone to talk to. So, to everyone in society who hates us furries I just want to say Fuck You! I love our furry family here. I love all of my friends here and hope that someday I can return their kindness. Should they ever need something I hope that they call on me to help them. I may or may not be able to help them but I will try and do the very best that I can do.
OH! I almost forgot one very important thing.
I LOVE BEING A FURRY ^_^
It wasn't until Digimon season 2 that all of the pieces of the puzzle that would be my furry life made themselves known to me. For the first time in my life, I was starting to put them together. When season 3 came out I solved that puzzle. At first, I thought I was crazy, but it explained a lot of things in my life. My extreme fascination with cartoons was one thing. Eventually, after looking at several adult images of Renamon, I found more people like me online. I was so happy to learn that I wasn't the only one who liked anthromorphs. I always made sure to clear my browser history since what I was looking at was still technically porn.
I didn't realize it at the time but by doing that I probably saved myself from a lot of pain, heartache, and hardships. There's a book that I'm reading by Kyell Gold called Waterways that has opened my eyes to a danger from my past that I never would've seen before. I won't ruin anything I hope by saying this. Since my fursona is a fox, my life is like I'm Samaki but with Kory's mom. Only my parents don't think that being gay, which I'm not, is an illness. However, they do think that about us furries. They even say that there are "Special Places" for furries and they say it with extreme hatred in their voices. Do you know how much that hurts me knowing that if I, or anyone else, was to tell my parents that I'm a furry that they would hate me and probably try to send me to get "help"? When I found out what they really thought of furries I became sick, suffering from a broken heart, and cried for hours that night. It still hurts to know that about them and as long as they're alive I don't plan on telling them about me being a furry. I am not ashamed of being what I am but I don't want them to hate me. It makes me sad that there are people out there who hate others for being something they don't or can't understand. People who hate us who hate us so much that they are willing to hurt us emotionally and sometimes physically just because we're happy and have fun as furries.
It does make me happy that, for the most part anyways, the community here at Sofurry supports each other with Love, Respect, and Kindness. I am proud of our community and dare say it's more like a family. At least here I have friends that will try and help me through my darkest times. Even when I wanted to commit suicide because of the constant attacks on the furry fandom. I felt like I could never be myself and accepted for what I am. For a long time I couldn't be happy before I found Sofurry back when it was called Yiffstar. I'm very grateful for the friends that I have here. To two very special friends of mine I am especially thankful to (No, not those kinds of special friends come on now get your minds out of the gutter ^_^). I want to thank Gray Muzzle for taking me under his paw and teaching me how write stories and for his constant support. Although I am far from perfect, thanks to him I'm better than I used to be. I also want to thank SylarEnderpaws. He has been, and still is, one of the best motivators and friends that I have ever had. He still tries to help me hone my writing skills and he's always there when I need someone to talk to. So, to everyone in society who hates us furries I just want to say Fuck You! I love our furry family here. I love all of my friends here and hope that someday I can return their kindness. Should they ever need something I hope that they call on me to help them. I may or may not be able to help them but I will try and do the very best that I can do.
OH! I almost forgot one very important thing.
I LOVE BEING A FURRY ^_^
People who troll
Posted 7 years agoHave you ever stopped to wonder why a person is trolling you? I have and it's been my experience that they are trying to get just some sort of angered reaction from you to continue the inflation of their ego. What they fail to realize, probably due to the fact that their Precambrian brains haven't fully formed yet, is that you have to be SMART to be a troll. At least with me you do because if you start to troll me, I can see or hear your stupidity, I'm not going to be fazed by you. If you persist, I will eventually react to you but not in the way that you wanted me to. I will retort with a comment that will leave you feeling as dumb as you sound. So, I guess in a way, I am a troll to and there for have a sort of paradox to deal with. However, that is my cross to bear and I will eventually deal with it in my own way. The only time, however, that I feel like trolling is when I or one of my friends is being trolled. More likely I will come to the aid of my friends rather than defend myself because I could care less what most people think of me anyways.
people are stupid
Posted 7 years agoYou know something? People are so damn stupid sometimes. It pisses me off when I hear of peoples accidents caused by them being so dumb. I just heard on my local news, WTAP TV, that a 60 year old woman burned her fucking house down because she was smoking a cigarette while using her oxygen machine! Really? Really.. You just ignore those warnings on the machine and tanks that mention that the gas in those tanks is FLAMMABLE! Thus old woman lived but she got a bunch if dogs, cats, and rabbits killed because she couldn't fucking wait to light a damn cigarette! I'm a smoker so I do know about cravings. The thing about cravings is they WILL NOT KILL YOU! You can wait until its safe to smoke you dumb ass! Also if you're on constant O2 support why the fuck are you smoking? Anyways end of rant...
Sad Foxy
Posted 7 years agoToday is so far another sad day for this fox. I woke up with a headache and my dog will not stop barking at our mechanic who, after 2 weeks of saying he'd show up and not doing so, finally showed up. I feel like an ass hole for yelling at my dog to shut up too. However, the main reason I feel sad even with my antidepressants is because I miss my mate. He has been away dealing with a family affair for 3 weeks now and it feels like 3 years to me. I miss you Fluffykins. I love you sweetheart.
Am I a Furry?
Posted 8 years agoAbout Yourself:
[ ✓] 1. Think of yourself as a furry
[✓ ] 2. Been in the fandom for more than 5 years.
[ ✓] 3. Ever barked or howled.
[ ] 4. Worn a collar before.
[ ] 5. Room is filled with furry stuff.
[ ✓] 6. Feel cool about suiters in pubic
[ ✓] 7. Looking for furry commissions
[ ✓] 8. Like rave/Own some rave stuff
[ ✓] 9. Furry 4 life
[ ✓] 10. Ever watched/seen yiff
total = 8
Every Day:
[ ] 1. Drawing furry stuff everywhere you go
[ ] 2. Thinking about people you see, can be furs
[ ✓] 3. Check furry art when you got Wi-Fi
[ ] 4. Getting fur related food/drinks when possible.
[ ✓] 5. Looking at things and realizing they contain furry art
[ ✓] 6. Fascinated by dogs and cats in the streets
[ ✓] 7. Daydreaming about walking as your fursona
[ ✓] 8. If it has a cool animal on it, get it!
[ ✓] 9. Listening to music made by furs
[ ] 10. Make food that looks like anthro/feral animals
total = 6
Fursona:
[ ✓] 1. Thought about your own fursona
[ ✓] 2. Have your own fursona
[ ] 3. Drawed your own fursona once
[ ✓] 4. Have your fursona drawed by friends
[ ✓] 5. Been in love with another fursona
[ ✓] 6. Imagined your and their fursona together
[ ✓] 7. Seen that fursona without clothes
[ ] 8. Have a fursuit of your fursona
[ ✓] 9. Biggest wish is to become your fursona
[ ] 10. Acting like your fursona Irl.
total = 7
In Public:
[ ✓] 1. Preferring to be named by your fur-name
[ ✓] 2. Some of your best friends are furs [Like. Only one is XD]
[ ✓] 3. Told your friends that you´re a furry
[ ] 4. Drew some furry art for your friends
[ ✓] 5. Using a furry background on your phone and/or PC
[ ] 6. Seen one or more furs in real life
[ ] 7. Been to a furmeet
[ ] 8. Been to multiple furmeets
[ ] 9. Been on a public fursuit-walk
[ ✓] 10. Want to meet furs you have never seen before
total = 5
Furcons:
[ ] 1. Ever planned a furcon
[✓ ] 2. Planning to go to one
[ ✓] 3. Get easily excited over videos from cons
[ ✓]4. Had a dream about being at a con
[ ] 5. Have been to a furcon
[ ] 6. Planning buying tickets at first day
[ ] 7. Bought ticket at the first day
[ ] 8. Been to Anthrocon
[ ] 9. Been to Eurofurence
[ ] 10. Been to furcons multiple times
total = 3
Result:
00-10 = Minimum Furry (You like anthropomorphic art, and can call yourself a furry if you want to)
11-20 = Medium Fur Interest (You can look at furry art and think almost everything is normal)
21-30 = Default Furry (You´re on the fur level of one that´s... normal, but not as a human)
31-40 = High Fur level (Normal humans will look at you as weird, which is a positive thing)
41-50 = Super High Fur Danger (You are dangerous for the human society, you will get cookies)
[ ✓] 1. Think of yourself as a furry
[✓ ] 2. Been in the fandom for more than 5 years.
[ ✓] 3. Ever barked or howled.
[ ] 4. Worn a collar before.
[ ] 5. Room is filled with furry stuff.
[ ✓] 6. Feel cool about suiters in pubic
[ ✓] 7. Looking for furry commissions
[ ✓] 8. Like rave/Own some rave stuff
[ ✓] 9. Furry 4 life
[ ✓] 10. Ever watched/seen yiff
total = 8
Every Day:
[ ] 1. Drawing furry stuff everywhere you go
[ ] 2. Thinking about people you see, can be furs
[ ✓] 3. Check furry art when you got Wi-Fi
[ ] 4. Getting fur related food/drinks when possible.
[ ✓] 5. Looking at things and realizing they contain furry art
[ ✓] 6. Fascinated by dogs and cats in the streets
[ ✓] 7. Daydreaming about walking as your fursona
[ ✓] 8. If it has a cool animal on it, get it!
[ ✓] 9. Listening to music made by furs
[ ] 10. Make food that looks like anthro/feral animals
total = 6
Fursona:
[ ✓] 1. Thought about your own fursona
[ ✓] 2. Have your own fursona
[ ] 3. Drawed your own fursona once
[ ✓] 4. Have your fursona drawed by friends
[ ✓] 5. Been in love with another fursona
[ ✓] 6. Imagined your and their fursona together
[ ✓] 7. Seen that fursona without clothes
[ ] 8. Have a fursuit of your fursona
[ ✓] 9. Biggest wish is to become your fursona
[ ] 10. Acting like your fursona Irl.
total = 7
In Public:
[ ✓] 1. Preferring to be named by your fur-name
[ ✓] 2. Some of your best friends are furs [Like. Only one is XD]
[ ✓] 3. Told your friends that you´re a furry
[ ] 4. Drew some furry art for your friends
[ ✓] 5. Using a furry background on your phone and/or PC
[ ] 6. Seen one or more furs in real life
[ ] 7. Been to a furmeet
[ ] 8. Been to multiple furmeets
[ ] 9. Been on a public fursuit-walk
[ ✓] 10. Want to meet furs you have never seen before
total = 5
Furcons:
[ ] 1. Ever planned a furcon
[✓ ] 2. Planning to go to one
[ ✓] 3. Get easily excited over videos from cons
[ ✓]4. Had a dream about being at a con
[ ] 5. Have been to a furcon
[ ] 6. Planning buying tickets at first day
[ ] 7. Bought ticket at the first day
[ ] 8. Been to Anthrocon
[ ] 9. Been to Eurofurence
[ ] 10. Been to furcons multiple times
total = 3
Result:
00-10 = Minimum Furry (You like anthropomorphic art, and can call yourself a furry if you want to)
11-20 = Medium Fur Interest (You can look at furry art and think almost everything is normal)
21-30 = Default Furry (You´re on the fur level of one that´s... normal, but not as a human)
31-40 = High Fur level (Normal humans will look at you as weird, which is a positive thing)
41-50 = Super High Fur Danger (You are dangerous for the human society, you will get cookies)
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