I left you furfags alone for several years, only to find your stomping grounds deserted. I am very angry with you all. After promising and delivering on that ice storm in 2008 I whacked the northeastern US of A with, I'm surprised you haven't come flocking back before now.
This may be my final posting here, my freakish minions. From here on, I will be making that Harold Camping-prune spout more rubbish about the world ending before the Mayan-appointed date and supporting Michelle Bachmann in her return to the American political arena's spotlight. Hearing everyone panic about the world ending soon on the word of a senile, old fart and that crazy bitch doing what she does best brings some joy to my dark and endless days. Much more than you furries have, lately.
So, I'm going to spread more "end of the world" stuff here and there, just to keep everyone on their toes. If you're afraid of pissing your fursuit in fear of what I'll do next, now's your chance to try changing my mind. Prove to me that you worship me and believe in me still. Pictures of your favorite animals will do. Fursuits are acceptable, but not while you're yiffing. I can see that whenever I walk the rings of Hell.
So remember kiddies. Pictures or this:
These are your options. I'll be checking in later.