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[madmugenskillz]

[tiny splotches of blood. Someone has had a bad night and no longer has their kitty bits]

I...

am...

so tired of my body being used to whatever Supreme Being runs this place as their personal fucking origami material!

What's next?

A swan?

Am I to be a swan now?

Che!

[[ooc: Massive apologies guys for misinterpreting the plot post and

Comments

[melodious_gift]

Are you all right...?

[madmugenskillz]

No.

I am not.

I go to bed and next thing I know, my body is changing. Again!

[melodious_gift]

How is it changing?
Is the same thing happening to Daisya?

[madmugenskillz]

Well, I'm not a cat anymore.

[amongstheclouds]

...personally I think you being a swan might not be such a bad thing.

[madmugenskillz]

I'm sure you would still be thinking that when I peck out your eyes.

[amongstheclouds]

And I'm sure I can defend myself against a swan.

[madmugenskillz]

I'm sure you could.

[madmugenskillz]

I don't necessarily consider ears and a tail as gifts.

As far as those other traits go, they left me when I finally managed to fight off the Call. The ears and tail... were a little delayed, I guess.

[bearer_of_shame]

I apologize for this in advance. My companion, Travis Touchdown, has not the use of his journal, as it was confiscated by another for improper use. I am merely writing for him, these are not my words:

Better a swan than a fucking furry. Wait, are swan-idiots considered furries too? Why the hell is everyone here so into fucking animals?!