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I think a lot about who paves the roads and who builds the buildings in this imaginary furry realm we've collectively created, since everyone seems to just hump all the time. How does anything get done?
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Probably Titans. And uhhm i'm not even sure if the "titans" can see the tiny micros at all, just like us and bugs, i mean the really small ones like microbes.
You could even go so far as to assume Micros living on Macros and having some kind of symbiotic relationship? Logistic problems solved.
You could even go so far as to assume Micros living on Macros and having some kind of symbiotic relationship? Logistic problems solved.
well a lot of things don't need to get done, and those that do, get done by furs who find doing them more interesting then yiff.
or at least more interesting the all the time.
gods, microbes; what about rocks and trees and air?
great or small you need something to stand on.
and then there's the matter of interesting surroundings,
no amount of epicness or pretty faces can take the place of that.
too many humans don't think about this,
but its really a matter of life, even existence, for all things.
or at least more interesting the all the time.
gods, microbes; what about rocks and trees and air?
great or small you need something to stand on.
and then there's the matter of interesting surroundings,
no amount of epicness or pretty faces can take the place of that.
too many humans don't think about this,
but its really a matter of life, even existence, for all things.
Now I'm just imagining, like, normal furry people trying to maneuver about their day. The coffee shop employees are screwing behind the counter, the fat furs are blocking the hallways along with the hypers, gotta worry about the all powerful godfurs, they like ironic punishments and shit. Heaven help you if any of the larger one's are into vore.
Jeeze, sounds God damned nightmarish, "I just want to get to work on time, FOR FUCKING ONCE!"
Jeeze, sounds God damned nightmarish, "I just want to get to work on time, FOR FUCKING ONCE!"
The Solution is Malum (or similar beings), as my (and thus their) Vulture-Field instantly transpositions everyone into an illusory plain where Truth is Falsehood, Falsehood Truth - all worlds being mutually exclusive and internally Limitless.
You're already part of The Devil's Maya already, may as well see if you can have your own.
You're already part of The Devil's Maya already, may as well see if you can have your own.
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