[RP] Furries vs Humans: Reboot

[Ferno]

So yeah, this is a reboot of a story (Furries vs Humans 2: Remix) that was remake of a sequel (Furries vs Humans 2) of an original story (Furries vs Humans) from another forum before the wipe. (did you get all that? =p) It was the RP that dragged me into the world of RP'ing, and it was the first one I was involved in. Anyway, Here's the premise: years ago, a large number of the world's animals started to evolve into a more humanoid form, even gaining human-level inteligence and the ability to speak. These creatures, we're affectionally called "Furries" by most people. Most Furries wore human clothes, and were even allowed to live in homes, populate cities, and even get jobs. At first, things we're normal. Some people didn't mind the growing population of Furries, but some had prejudice against them, seeing them as dirty animals, including the government, which secretly ordered the eradication of all Furries. That's right, genocide. This is how everything started, and where our story begins.

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Rules: No god-modding, obviously.

Limit the use of powers, I don't think the concept of powers really work for this sort of story, but if you feel like it can work, then by all means go for it.

No official characters, such as Sonic, Tails etc.

No random time skips within the same chapter, this sort of thing really confuses other people participating if they've been gone for a day or two.

Don't exceed 5 pages in one day, as stated above, this puts a strain on peeps who've been gone for a day or two, as they have to power through a ton of pages in order to catch up and post.

Limit the use of weapons at the beginning of the story, it's not much of a struggle if you can just simply shoot anyone in your way, though, I didn't say you couldn't use blunt objects such as baseball bats for example. *wink*

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You can be a Furry or a Human, telling the story from either side's point of view. You have two story options as a Furry: get captured and start off your part of the story in the prison, or escape capture and fight off the humans from the outside as part of the resistance. The furries that escape the prison alive will also join in the resistance later on. Also note that not all the humans are evil, there's actually some that want the furries' freedom.

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Sitting down in a local Starbucks getting his Caffeine fix for the day while posting on a gaming forum, was a red hedgehog named Ferno. He had orange-striped spines, and wore a white T-shirt and jeans, along with green and gray Nike's. It was almost the afternoon, and he'd just delivered his last batch of newspapers, as he was a local paperboy. Sipping the bitter-sweet sugar and cream filled happy juice that was his coffee, he kept typing, until he noticed something on the tv in the background.

It was the news, and aparently it was breaking. The headline read, "all Furries being taken away" the male news anchor looking pale and scared. At this, the hedgehog promptly slurped down the rest of his coffee, closed his laptop, got up, and started to leave the building, along with other furries currently there at the time. Before they could however, a human employee stopped them, standing in front of the entrance. "Sorry for this, but I can't let you leave...We've been ordered to hold all Furries until the 'vans' come to take you away...Again I'm very sorry for this..."

Hearing this, the hedgehog, as well as the other Furries that stood with him, we're getting angry and scared. Tension was rising. "Please, let us go- please..!" A cat girl of around fifteen said, starting to cry. Still standing firmly, the employee said: "By the new law passed today, I'm not allowed to do that." "What law?!" Ferno yelled, glaring at the employee. "Well, apparently, starting today any human caught harboring furries or letting them escape capture will get a life sentence in the slammer. That's the jist of it, and don't yell at me- I don't make the rules, I just abide by them. Said the employee, getting annoyed. " After hearing this, Ferno glanced at the group of furries with him; Besides him and the already mentioned cat girl, were four others, making six of them. The four others, a cheetah, a racoon, a fox, and a wolf, all looked pretty buff, and capable of defending themselves. Ferno nodded at them, and they got the message. In less than a second, the cheetah and wolf pinned the employee to the ground, as Ferno and the others ran outside, each going their separate ways as Ferno gave them a thumbs-up gesture.

Hopping on his bike, Ferno noticed all the chaos that was going on, flames and blood dotted the streets; screams and gunshots were heard all around him. Large gray vans were combing the streets, loading all furries into them. Most came quietly; others fought hopelessly for their lives and freedom. Ferno started to pedal faster in fear, and soon, he was at his apartment. He knew he didn't have much time to be there, so he grabbed a backpack, and immediately started loading it with food, water, and supplies. It wasn't long however, before he heard banging on the door; a soldier saying to "open up or we'll use force." At this, Ferno grabbed his bag, and tried to open his back window. *BAM* the soldiers broke down the door and stormed in cornering the hedgehog, guns cocked. "You bastards..." Ferno muttered under his breath. They dragged the writhing Ferno to the van, and threw him in with the others. It was pretty packed, and Ferno started screaming, demanding to be let out as others were also doing, before a sleeping gas was sprayed in the van, putting everyone into a deep sleep.

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Waking up, Ferno found himself in a gray room, with one-...two...-three walls...the fourth one was lined with bars. He was apparently in a jail cell, his clothes were gone, and in their place were orange ones. his arm also felt weird. As he looked at it, he noticed small stitches in it. It was obvious what was done to his arm. "I've been Microchiped..." Ferno thought to himself, getting angry. "'Must've implanted 'em in us while we we're out cold- the bastards..."

He wasn't the only one there either, his was just one of many cells, each capable of holding four furries each, though for now it was just him; the other three would arrive later. He could hear wailing and cries for help from the other cells, as well as soldiers telling them to shut their mouths.

"What the hell is happening?!" Ferno thought to himself. "And how are we gonna stop this?"

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(I may have to edit this a bit later, I dunno, I typed this up fast without much proof reading...)

Join if you're interested in the story, also, we're gonna start this story off slowly, to give people a chance to join.

Edited May 3, 2010 by Japan

[HunterTSF]

No official characters, such as Sonic, Tails etc.

Hmm. One question - can we use characters ludicrously similar to pre-existing official characters?

...Mentos the Marvelling Mailman and his puppet, Pow. Eh? Eh?

Edited May 3, 2010 by Spagonia

[Ferno]

Sure, after all, my character and a lot of others character's on here are similar to sonic characters anyway. =)

[HunterTSF]

Woo-hoo!

Mentos the Marvelling Mailman (original character do not steal) was having a positively dandy time delivering the daily mail to the residents of the city with his puppet pal, Pow. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing merrily, and a crowd of children were all happy running about playing around the cul-de-sac mailbox begging to see Mentos' felt friend. He certainly wasn't the sociable type - more often than not he'd run off soon after being confronted by somebody, but he had a bit of a soft spot for the youngsters. The boy put on ventriloquist acts for groups of them every now and then, bringing a smile to the faces of both the audience and performer.

Mentos had just moved to this country a little less than two months ago. Born and raised in raised in the historic city of water, Soleanna Castle Town, he had a bit of difficulties integrating into the more urbanized environment here. Everything was so hustley and bustley! People were always either working or partying, and they often commuted between large distances on an near daily basis. Citizens of this country were extremely friendly from what he had experienced, but he had heard through the grapevine of (what he believed to be) some minor cases of on add variety of racism (specism?) towards anthropomorphic animals. He certainly didn't pay any mind to that, though - everybody he knew certainly didn't have any problems with them. Why, most of them had anthropomorphic friends! As he looked into the crowd in kids in front of him, he saw the mixed population of them get together perfectly fine. He spotted a young human girl sitting down playing around with a catgirl's tail as the other braided her hair, as well as another group having fun tossing a Frisbee around. Everything was perfectly tranquil and at peace during this lovely day in his mind... so he was completely caught off guard by what he was about to witness.

Suddenly, a fleet of mysterious grey vans stormed down the street adjacent to the cul-de-sac. They parked in front of select houses, and began to ring the doorbells of these singled-out residences. Mentos was perplexed by what he was witnessing, and felt something was not right... but he tried to mask his concern to the young ones as he put on his performance in front of the mailbox. As he looked onwards, he noticed that what appeared to be some odd varieties of officers escorting families out of the houses and into the vans - and noticed a recurring trend amongst all of them - they were all anthros. This started to set off an alarm in his head as to something being very wrong indeed.

Non-compliant residents began to have their houses infiltrated by force, and the increasing violence created quite a ruckus. The kids began to take notice of the mysterious vehicles and the commotion taking place just a few yards out in front of them. Looking towards the only authority figure present, a mouse boy interrupted the puppeteer and asked "H-hey! W-what's going on, Mr. Mailman?". The young ones began to break into a state of panic as they witnessed their families being taken away by these iron-clad strangers and Mentos was put on the spot. He had to do something, and fast. He needed to protect these children... or Pow did, at least.

"O-oh no! It looks-a like the evil... Dr. Greyvan is-a kidnapping the neighbourhood to have them-a... tickle-tortured!", exclaimed the puppet. The older ones began to roll their eyes, but Mentos instantly shot them a reprimanding look as if to tell them "Don't even.". Mentos had no idea what he was doing. He was scared, nervous, and didn't know what was going on. He was not the brave type. On the inside he was cowering in fear just as the crowd in front of him was. He needed to do something though - most of the vans had finished their sweep on the adjacent street, and he knew that they would be moving into the cul-de-sac any second now.

"Q-quick-a, we need to hide from Dr. Greyvan's fleet! Come-a on everybody, into the Mentos Mobile!" the puppet shouted. He jogged over to the mail van and burst open the rear doors, leading everybody inside. Fortunately most of the kids were too scared to do anything else and fully cooperated, and those disobedient to his original orders eventually ended up complying with some coercion (his bag of goodies helped). He miraculously was able to get the entire crowd into the back of the van, and he quickly jumped into the drivers seat as he spotted the first grey vans pull into the road at the opening of the cul-de-sac. He opened the window between him and the storage compartment for Pow to send another message to the terrified group of youngsters.

"Ssssh! You-a guys have to be very quiet... Dr. Greyvan's fleet has really good hearing... and I'm sure that he's on the lookout for little kiddies to test his evil machines on! He may-a even be looking for slaves to do horrible things-a like wash his stinky laundry or clean his dishes!". They giggled, feeling a bit of safety in playing his silly little game. The group of fifteen or so kids shut their mouths and complied, and Pow gave them the closest thing to a "thumbs-up" that he perform. Mentos closed the window behind him and began to drive as the vans grew nearer. He passed by one and got a good look at one of the drivers, and gave him a classic happy mailman's greeting by waving his hand up high with a large ol' grin on his face. The driver gave a friendly wave back, and Mentos proceeded on his way out of the neighbourhood, gradually increasing in speed as soon as he got out of their grey van's vicinity.

"...what do I now?" the stressed mailman muttered out loud. He felt like passing out. There was blood staining the streets and what was before a perfect day felt like hell on Earth. He had absolutely no clue what was going on.

Edited May 3, 2010 by Spagonia

[BakingBluePotatoe]

can we RP as two characters? (more specifically, can we be a furry character and an anthro character?)

[Ferno]

Yeah, use as many characters as you can manage.

[RainbowLizard]

((Hope you don't mind me joining in. I was looking to start an RP or do something to boost my writing. Looks like this is the perfect medium. For those that don't know, I was the OP of the 'Remix' series awhile ago that this is a remake of.

Ferno: Hope you don't mind me joining in. Would like to put aside our differences and have a good RP.

Also, while this post may seem a bit like a dig, it's completely not. I decided to write in parts of what happened into my character's backstory to make him more interesting. I think its worked. So there is no offence made to anyone at all by this post.

There are times when my character has flashbacks in this post, and they are noted by a '--' and italics.

My character is a mild alchoholic trying to recover from being betrayed and forced out of an old team he used to be a profiler for. For the sake of this story, I place his age at 23 years old.

Again, I reiterate: NO OFFENCE TO ANYONE MEANT IN THIS POST!!!

The side story I noted about 'the team' and 'Worc' is not meant to affect the story of the RP in anyway (unless it's wanted to be by anyone else), and is just an aspect of Lister's character.))

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He knew deep in his mind that it would happen.

Numerous studies into the tyrannical behaviour of humans should have prepared his mind to cope with this chain of events; Milgram et al, in the 1960's, found that humans would, when given the opportunity, obey authority figures to the point where they would be prepared to kill another man through electric shocks, despite knowing that they could withdraw. There were many other examples of psychological studies into the social behaviour of humans that proved they could be tyrants capable of genocide, but yet seeing it in his own eyes, in the real world, was deeply disturbing.

Lister MacKenzie the Hedgehog spent his life, risked it, looking to help humans and save people. He was a disgraced, young psychological profiler who previously worked on terrorism cases with a special ops group known as 'The First Battalion', yet, despite his profiles providing the team with key weaknesses to the numerous terrorists whose mind he had dived into and understood, he was dishonourably discharged, with his previous qualification in forensic psychology (remarkably gained within just two years) discredited, after a significant nervous breakdown.

Needless to say, with his powerful service to the world, and then to be kicked out with no qualifications, but then, even worse, to be murdered by the very people he worked so hard to protect, was a kick in the teeth.

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That day began as normal for the hedgehog. It began at 6am, when, whilst laid on an uncomfortable, old sofa, made out of fabric with a faded blue colour, A distinct 'BLEEP'sound drew him out of a deep slumber; he had gone to sleep at a late time the previous night. The sound pierced his sensitive ears and initially made him spasm and his eyes shoot wide open in a moment of panic as he wondered what the sound was, and as his mind registered where it came from; an alarm clock based on an old, four legged, wooden coffee table, coloured in a deep, dark brown laminate finish, an arms length to his right side, where his right arm dangled off the sofa helplessly, while the rest of his body was laid somewhat comfortably.

He groaned, his eyelids now falling to a sleepy droop. He could barely keep his eyes open as he mustered up the energy and motivation to lift his arm and punch the 'SNOOZE' button on the top of his digital alarm clock, which read the time as '08:01' in square-looking characters. Another, quieter-sounding 'blip' sound came from the alarm clock's speaker.

Lister now pulled himself up to a sat-up-straight position in the middle of the sofa, rubbing his tired eyes and repeatedly blinking in order to remove the brief stickiness that his eyes were subject to on mornings. Once his eyes were suitably adjusted, he took a moment to scan the room. It was his city flat, an old, beat up example of one, as it was all he could afford. It was much like a prison cell; four walls, painted in old, peeling grey paint. There were numerous problems with damp around the walls, which were very obvious. On the opposite side to the door there was a single, large window, with an unpainted wooden window-sill. There was a kitchen area to the left of where you would enter, but it was small and boasted only a single refrigerator (second-hand) and a microwave oven mounted on the kitchen unit installed from the left wall. To the right there was nothing of interest other than Lister's clothes drawer unit, which contained a couple changes worth of close and not much else, a single mirror mounted to its right, with a door in the corner which led through to an unremarkable bathroom; a single toilet and a shower unit, built in similiar decor to the rest of the flat. In the middle of the room lay the hedgehog's only luxury; a television set, opposite of which (about five feet away) was his sofa where he was sat.

The hedgehog lifted himself up and turned on the television with an old remote that was placed on the coffee table. A black and white picture showed of an old man reading out news stories from an autocue placed behind the camera, and while it played, he went to his cabinet and got changed into his day clothes, scanning himself in the mirror.

A baseball t-shirt, with black sleeves and white body, and baggy, green cargo trousers. He slipped on some old skateboarding sneakers he inherited from his teenage days as a hopeful skateboarder. He had dark-red fur colour, and a messy hairstyle which signified one look; I don't care.

Not exactly the perfect attire to be attempting to find a job in, but it was all he had and, to be honest, he didn't really care.

He stretched out his medium-size body (with toned-up abdominal muscles) and yawned.

Lister then pointed his remote at the television set in the middle of the room, and pushed the 'standby' button, not caring for what the news anchor had to say.

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The morning was hot, he found, as the hedgehog pulled himself out into the city streets from his apartment. He checked the time from a digital clock placed above a newsagents across the road from his apartment building, reckoning the time to be 09:03am. The shops were beginning to open. He noticed something odd go past him; a grey van drive past. He watched it speed past him at speeds well above the street limit, and wondered to himself why it was happening. The windows, he noticed, were blacked out, as if it was hiding something.

He carried on up the street as if nothing had happened, yet noticed nasty-looking glares from various humans situated round the street. To get the occasional odd-look was normal; not only was he a furry, but also he had noted he had a strange cognitive dysfunction of seeing people glaring at him or talking about him when they weren't. It was a defence mechanism built into his mind over years of perceived betrayal from his friends and comrades. The day was very hot too; the sun was shining bright, causing the illusion in the distance of the road appearing wet, and there were no clouds in the sky. Perhaps this contributed to stress hormones reacting even more drastically in people's bodies.

Either way, the hedgehog continued down the street until he happened upon his usual place; a Starbucks branch. It was typically apathetic to furries, so long as they did nothing illegal or untoward-seeming, and it did some good coffee. Well, it tastes good mixed with some good old Scotch, he thought, with a smile.

Lister was just about to walk inside when his ears perked up. BOOM!, the sound of gunfire, triggered the adrenaline in his system. There were numerous exploding sounds, screaming and gunshots as utter chaos suddenly exploded around the city. It was like a warzone. Numerous people were being grabbed and taken into grey vans not dissimilar to the one he witnessed speeding, and as he looked back inside the Starbucks, he noted that the coffee shop manager was holding numerous furries inside. He saw that all of the people were furries being bundled into vans, while riot police ran amok capturing the furries.

The humans just stood and watched. Just like the psychologists said would happen.

It was now or never, Lister thought. Fight or flight. One of the primal instincts; the core function of adrenaline. It enabled him to react to superhuman standards, like most creatures could. A key aspect of survival. Utilising his increased adrenaline, Lister made his choice.

Flight.

Instantly, his legs sprung into motion. Years of anti terrorist training (incomplete as it was) came into action. He ran into the extensive alleyway system in the back streets of the city.

He had been running non-stop for five minutes, as he assumed it. He wasn't built for running, wasn't above average in speed, but he managed to get away.

He ran a little further into the alleys and stopped, standing slightly bent over and trying to get his breath back and get his head around what was happening.

Genocide. A course of events brought about by the belief one's race is superior to another. Paranoia and distrust among one race about the other's action. Simply put, hatred and prejudice. This had led to the humans ultimately deciding the next course of action; kill. The only thing the humans were any good at throughout history.

Lister looked around where he was. He was at the centre of a junction. To his left and right were red brick walls, no windows. There were four alleys around him. One in each direction; forward, left, right and backward. He looked into the forward alley and began to walk ahead, until he saw the figure.

It was Worc.

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'NO! This can't be happening!' Lister screamed, as the terrorists aimed from the balcony above. They all were carrying heavy assault weapons, and outnumbered his own team of four by three-to-one.

This was wrong. The team were briefed for an easy encounter; an amateur unit of four people tops, who were of low intelligence and low experience, but these people were definitely professionals.

Lister had got it wrong.

It took five seconds for the firing to begin. It was a massacre. Twelve assault rifles from high ground to four assault rifles on the ground. Lister wasn't experienced in weapons, but it didn't take an experienced soldier to do the math.

Blood was everywhere. Lister could feel the impact of the bullets on his team around him. Each and every time his ears registered a hit, moist, warm fluid splattered all over his body. His team were being massacred right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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'Gah! Fuck!' Lister screamed as he exited the flashback. He blinked and Worc, or his hallucination of his old team-mate, disappeared. He grunted, and pulled out a small bottle of whisky from his cargo pants' left pocket.

'This is getting worse...I need to get myself sorted out.' He thought to himself, as he took a big gulp. A warm feeling tingled its way down his neck. It was a pleasant feeling, and he could feel himself relaxing as his withdrawal symptoms, including hallucination, slowly faded away.

As he put the whisky in his pocket again, he turned around to find himself staring down the barrel of a machinegun. Just like the one that killed my team. He thought to some upset. He put up his hands in a show of surrender as he took a good look at the soldier behind the gun.

He had a wedding ring around his finger, and wore a tattoo of barbed wire around his arm, which was muscular. He was wearing a necklace saying ‘love you forever’. His clothes were a black shirt and camo pants covered by armour and riot gear. He wasn't wearing a helmet, and his arms were unprotected as well as his legs.

He knew what to do.

‘You have a wife.’ He began, with a smirk. The solder’s eyes opened slightly but he remained calm. He held the gun at Lister. 
‘Shut up and put your hands behind your head.’ He stated. Simple, imperative instructions. Easy enough for anyone to follow. The hedgehog complied.

‘You know, she knows you’re cheating on her.’ Lister continued as he did so. The guy’s eyes opened wider and he hesitated. The gun shook a little. Just the reaction he wanted. ‘How does your mistress feel about it? Or...don’t you talk to her, do you just fuck her?’

The soldier growled. He showed signs of rage. Perfect. Lister knew what would come next.

The gun raised, and he took his chance. The hedgehog wrapped around him quickly, and punched him under his arm which held the gun stable, hard enough that he could hear bones cracking. As the guy cringed in pain and his arm dropped the gun, the hedgehog used the same hand with which he had punched the guy’s arm, and made it into a palm, and pushed it upwards into the guy’s nose viciously, instantly breaking it. 

When perfectly trained, any soldier would have been able to kill their enemy purely like that, but Lister wasn’t so experienced. The hit served only to stun and knock back the man. The gun now dropped on the floor. Luckily enough, it didn’t set off. 

Lister picked it up from the ground and pointed it at the enemy soldier. He was stunned and shocked, and raised his hands. His nose was bleeding heavily. Lister kept his finger on the trigger to show that he wasn’t anyone to be toyed around with. Vital, when you know you have to keep the enemy thinking you can kill them.

Suddenly, however, three other guns descended upon him. They were from the left and right, and backward alleyways and were of too much a distance to do anything about. He could probably have overpowered one, but another would have killed him.

‘Nice try, Rambo!’ One of the armed guards remarked in victory. ‘Put down your weapon and put your hands behind your head.’

Lister complied.

As his hands touched the back of his neck, he knew what was to come next. He cringed as the feeling came.

A tazer.

He was shocked with a powerful joint of electricity and cried out. Another came. Then another. Three tazers, one after the other. At the same time, the other guards descended upon him with a series of punches and kicks.

Lister blacked out in pain.

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Lister knew what was to come next. He cringed as he awaited the inevitable bullets tearing through his flesh and bones. He was next. The hedgehog had tears running down his eyes as he kept his eyelids clamped shut. It was time for the cold hand of death to come and drag him away.

But it never came.

After a couple of seconds, he opened his eyes to find the terrorists on the upper balcony were dead. They were replaced instead, by the remaining members of his team. Every single one of them. There were eleven in all.

He gazed up, initially smiling at the team, but then realising something.

They were pointing their guns at him.

There were eleven of them, he thought, so that meant there was one more missing.


Worc, as he was known. Nobody knew his real name.

Lister felt a hand on his shoulder.

‘You lose.’ Worc smirked. ‘Did you really think you could go on like this without getting a profile wrong?’


‘You won’t get away with this.’ Lister stated, he knew what was going on. Worc hated him. Envied Lister for every essence of his being. Lister had had an argument with him as soon as the soldier entered the team. Worc was, in essence, a monster. He had no sympathy, no love, he just existed to kill.



A typical human, he thought. 



Worc had short brown, and much more muscular and taller than Lister. He often wore casual attire, but at this time he was wearing body armour over a black shirt, and baggy camo trousers. He had steel-toe-capped boots on his feet.



‘I know you’re going to say I betrayed them.’ The hedgehog said with anger. ‘And they’re going to believe you.’


Smirking, Worc began on his story. ‘Lister the hedgehog was a great person and profiler who served our team with great dedication, unfortunately, diving into the minds of the world’s most dangerous terrorists took its toll, and sadly he suffered a nervous breakdown. This damaged his ability to work within the team and ultimately lead to the demise of four of our finest members. I am deeply sorry to recommend that he be dishonourably discharged with his qualifications revoked, for the safety of the unit. Oh, they’ll eat that up, you know.’ Worc laughed a little. ‘And...Better yet, the fact that the four highest ranking officers are dead, and you’re out of the picture, guess who becomes team leader?’



‘I’ll kill you.’ Lister growled through gritted teeth. ‘I’ll find you someday, and I will make you wish you never lived.’


‘I’ll be waiting.’ Worc said with a sinister smile. ‘Take him away, boys.’

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Lister awoke with a start as he was being dragged across what appeared to be a metal grated floor. His clothes were replaced with an orange jumpsuit. There were two guys on him, taking an arm each. His left arm felt like it had a lump in it.

The hedgehog felt incredibly woozy and weak, but he could make out his surroundings. It was a massive prison. There were cells lined up about five stories high. The building was wide enough to hold ten cells across ways. At each end of the hallway, there was a large staircase allowing access to each level of the building.

He couldn’t make out much more, before he was thrown into a cell. The guards were not gentle, and he was face down on a cold stone floor. There was already one inhabitant, wearing the same clothes as he was. Uniforms, Lister thought, takes away our individual identities. Weakens our self worth, and makes us feel obedient.

He groaned and slowly pulled himself up to a standing position, though when he did so, he was still so incredibly weak he could barely support himself. He was dizzy too. The hedgehog looked around and leant his back against the wall and let his body fall slowly downwards until his rear hit the floor. He was then sat pressed up against it.

The hedgehog quickly looked to the other inhabitant with a look of empathy. He tilted his mouth to one side as if to say looks like we’re in this together.

‘Hey...My name is Lister. Lister MacKenzie.’ He said quietly, in a friendly, neutral tone.






Edited May 25, 2010 by RainbowLizard

[Grayson]

My name: Grayson. Species: Human. This is for the RP.

 

So it was a normal day and I was watching YouTube but then I thought hmmm something isn’t right but I shrugged it off and turned on the news but then I saw furries being taken away and I jumped I quickly thought to myself this has to be a joke but it wasn’t I realized what was happening and quickly ran to my little safe to grab my Glock and my M16 and I boarded up the house and I saw that people who even liked furries where being taken away and I said “hopefully my training in the Iraq war would pay off” and I thought to myself I’m a soldier who fought in the Iraq war as a paratrooper and I won’t give in without a fight. I quickly ran upstairs and saw the police and S.W.A.T. arrive at my doorstep I then thought why in the world would they have S.W.A.T. here is it really that bad. I saw them and heard them trying to knock down my door and as they broke in they went upstairs I then grabbed a zip line With a hook on it and threw it onto a street pole and it hooked on. I quickly grabbed my hockey mask and used my M16 to slide down the zip line then the police go into my room and started shooting I got shot on my leg as I landed I ignored it though and kept running. I went into a ally where I hid under a box. The police and S.W.A.T. then ran into the ally but couldn’t find me and went away. I thought to myself that was a close one and got out of the box. I saw my leg and said “oh crap I’m injured” I shook it off though because I had been shot before in the Iraq war. I then saw a furry and he came close and said “are you okay?” I then said “I may need some bandages” the furry then reached his paw out I then grabbed it and he pulled me up. I then walked with him to a hideout in the ally where a door was with a security system. He then grabbed a keycard and scanned it on the security panel and the door opened. I saw 2 other furries playing poker and two talking as well as one shining their gun but the total Amount of furries I saw where about 5 not including the one that helped me. He brought me to a table he then grabbed a med kit and gave me a bandage and said “here” I then grabbed the bandage and wrapped it around my wound. He then said “do you want to join us?” I then said “Well I don’t really have a choice since the police are looking for me” He then said “my names Rusty and here’s Carter and Tracer and as well as Roger and Chase and here’s Arthur. we like to be Called it as our nicknames, but what will yours be?” I said “My regular name” Rusty then said “well ok but what will be your actual nickname be?” I then said “Gray is what some of my friends call me” I then thought to myself this is just the beginning...

[Grayson]

My name: Grayson. Species: Human. This is for the RP.

 

So it was a normal day and I was watching YouTube but then I thought hmmm something isn’t right but I shrugged it off and turned on the news but then I saw furries being taken away and I jumped I quickly thought to myself this has to be a joke but it wasn’t I realized what was happening and quickly ran to my little safe to grab my Glock and my M16 and I boarded up the house and I saw that people who even liked furries where being taken away and I said “hopefully my training in the Iraq war would pay off” and I thought to myself I’m a soldier who fought in the Iraq war as a paratrooper and I won’t give in without a fight. I quickly ran upstairs and saw the police and S.W.A.T. arrive at my doorstep I then thought why in the world would they have S.W.A.T. here is it really that bad. I saw them and heard them trying to knock down my door and as they broke in they went upstairs I then grabbed a zip line With a hook on it and threw it onto a street pole and it hooked on. I quickly grabbed my hockey mask and used my M16 to slide down the zip line then the police go into my room and started shooting I got shot on my leg as I landed I ignored it though and kept running. I went into a ally where I hid under a box. The police and S.W.A.T. then ran into the ally but couldn’t find me and went away. I thought to myself that was a close one and got out of the box. I saw my leg and said “oh crap I’m injured” I shook it off though because I had been shot before in the Iraq war. I then saw a furry and he came close and said “are you okay?” I then said “I may need some bandages” the furry then reached his paw out I then grabbed it and he pulled me up. I then walked with him to a hideout in the ally where a door was with a security system. He then grabbed a keycard and scanned it on the security panel and the door opened. I saw 2 other furries playing poker and two talking as well as one shining their gun but the total Amount of furries I saw where about 5 not including the one that helped me. He brought me to a table he then grabbed a med kit and gave me a bandage and said “here” I then grabbed the bandage and wrapped it around my wound. He then said “do you want to join us?” I then said “Well I don’t really have a choice since the police are looking for me” He then said “my names Rusty and here’s Carter and Tracer and as well as Roger and Chase and here’s Arthur. we like to be Called it as our nicknames, but what will yours be?” I said “My regular name” Rusty then said “well ok but what will be your actual nickname be?” I then said “Gray is what some of my friends call me” I then thought to myself this is just the beginning...