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Town:
Flower
Broki
Zem
Orca
Logiko
Nat
Emil
Ghostface Killa
Charlie
hime
Xenos
Baki
Muugen
Indigo
Naomi
Ultra*

*Is on the *thinnest* of thin ice.

Waifubro:
Mashiro Blue (will be exactly what he says he is)

Scum:
TAC
Rej
Polar
RippedCal
Alwaysmind
Boa
Red Night

Missing three names for scum. Presumably those would be in the inactive pile. Melkor I would lean town overall but I'd need to see what Rej flips. Red Night I can see the arguments against him being scum, but he really is hopeless at playing as Scum so it doesn't sway me. Names not mentioned like Yoho are slots that I could see being scum but don't have strong feelings on, think we're looking for about 10 more scum according to the census so this list should be *mostly* right.
What did I do you little BITCH
 

Mr. Reloaded

Professional Backstabber
To be, or not to be a furry: that is the question:


Whether 'tis nobler in the fursuit to suffer
The tails and musk of outrageous smell,
Or to take arms against a sea of conventions,
And by opposing end them? To wiff: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The degeneracy and the thousand natural shocks
That fur is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To wiff, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the musk and repellent,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud furry's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
Be all my sins remember'd!”


Come to fur con with us.
 

Zemmi

GodMommie
To be, or not to be a furry: that is the question:


Whether 'tis nobler in the fursuit to suffer
The tails and musk of outrageous smell,
Or to take arms against a sea of conventions,
And by opposing end them? To wiff: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The degeneracy and the thousand natural shocks
That fur is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To wiff, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the musk and repellent,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud furry's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
Be all my sins remember'd!”


Come to fur con with us.
Did I miss your claim or something?
 
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