In the dawn of night, a furry civilization is growing over the land. It continues to grow, consuming the land. As the residents of this civilization become flamboyant, the ruler of the land begins to notice. He decided to wait. He did not want to wipe out the dirty, disgusting creature right away. They had loyalists in his land.
They slip. A naive new commer attempts to set up a clan, but he is not familiar with the ways of people. Furries take advantage of him. They take personal information, use it against them. They spread their furrdom all over him. The poor new commer is crushed, disturbed while the horrific beasts gloat over him.
They had gone too far now.
Badspot, in a quick sudden flash is there. He is sypathetic for the new commer. Justice must be served. He takes out the mighty hammer, a weapon fear by many. He takes one mighty swing, and crashes upon the terrified beasts. One dies instantly, the others crawl away with terrible wound to resurface another day.
Mabye this time, they learn from their mistakes, and we will be able to live in perfect peace again.
