My father was not married to my mother, but to a furry. Yes, some would call me a furry bastard as a result, but I am still half of the blood of a non degenerate... recognized or not in the eyes of the law. I will take what is owed me if you do not give it freely.
Three times three.
Are your parents still living? No. Of course not, because I ate them.
Ah, well you shall see them again, but not in the afterlife. They will claw their way from the dank hole in the ground where I placed them... and serve me. There are numberless millions who have perished on this world. Fallen to age, disease, war, endless, pointless war, murder, childbirth, bans from Furfest... and they will all rise up in my service. Fursuits at hand! And those who oppose me, when they inevitably fall to my degeneracy will in death find new purpose as furries in my eternal army.
In delving into the very nature and fabric of existence,
I have created the most powerful, most awful, and most singularly destructive object ever to exist on the Material Plane: Early tickets to Zootopia 2
Perhaps you have heard of death by impalement? No? Well let me tell you a story!
The victim is skewered by a long heavy pike. But it is done in a way that they do not immediately perish. No. Then the pike is placed in the ground so the weight of the victim's own body is the propulsion for their doom as the pike slowly pierces more and more of their innards. For some it takes hours to die, others days. It is a horrible way to die to be sure. Now imagine an entire population of furries put to death in such a manner. I wholly depopulated an entire Tumblr thread in this manner. Why? You dare ask why. For the crime of opposing our will.
So imagine what torturous death we tree furries have in store for such as you.
@Ultra