Ramblin'
strigays:

furryscumbags:

rainbow-lick:


"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.
My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.
Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”
Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.
Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.
It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.
Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.
"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."
He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.
We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.
"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.
Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.
We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?
Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.
"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….
Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.
As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 
I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”
-Dogbomb

 
sweetest story ever…

This is a really cute story and I hope it lifts your spirits. -mousemod

IF ANY OF YOU ARE UNAWARE OF WHAT Furries stand for literally read this story . furries are not in it for the sex they are in it to make others happy.

strigays:

furryscumbags:

rainbow-lick:

"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.

My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.

Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”

Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.

Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.

It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.

Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.

"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."

He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.

We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.

"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.

Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.

We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?

Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.

"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….

Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.

As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 

I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”

-Dogbomb

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sweetest story ever…

This is a really cute story and I hope it lifts your spirits.
-mousemod

IF ANY OF YOU ARE UNAWARE OF WHAT Furries stand for literally read this story . furries are not in it for the sex they are in it to make others happy.

mrninjafist:

*knocks on your door*
Me: “Good morning. Have you heard the word of our lord and savior Bayonetta?”
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Not as sharply dressed as actual Jehovah’s Witnesses.

7.5/10

so someone gave me mod priveleges on r/gamergate

dragondicks:

totallynotagentphilcoulson:

unicornfan:

lieutenantfish:

savagelyaverage:

tetra-cube:

http://www.reddit.com/r/gamergate/ this is what I did

legendary

it took me a while to get it because I didn’t want to click on anything lmao

Lmao click all the links

That is a lot of Sonic/MLP crossover art

this is a heroic act

Oh.

My god.

Thank you, Speedrunners, for releasing DLC for a game that’s not even officially released yet.

A List of Non-violent Games from Maslab’s Steam Games List

I don’t think I could have made a clunkier title if I’d tried. Anyway.

A relatively recent conversation with a friend of mine got me thinking about violence and video games. No not if they cause violence or not, but why are so many games violent? This got me wondering how many of my games were actually violent, so I decided to make this list.

Please note this is not comprehensive by any means; I am simply making this list from games that I own on Steam. Please feel free to send me corrections or make your own additions.

Here I am defining a violent game as one in which generally the player is the one asked to commit violence upon another person. Instances where there is violence committed on the player such as death will not count against the game (such as in Portal). This rule will be flexible based on the game and its intended message.

Gore and blood will also not necessarily be a factor, as gore can exist without the player initiating violence, and vice versa. This will be flexible, however. Games like Amnesia are right out because of how prominent violence is in the story and game, even though the player never initiates violence.

Games where violence is not the focus and/or is exceedingly rare will still be on the list. Violent games will include things like Crusader Kings, though, or else I’ll have to put Game of Thrones here too.

One final note: I’m not saying these games are good.

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Oh shit, Secret of the Magic Crystals is on the Monday Bundle on Indie Gala.

Gogogogo.

So if a reviewer said that the game was perfect, except for the inclusion of gay people and docked points because of it, would his review be fair? Also, there's a way to point out problematic aspects w/o affecting the objective quality of a game. 38,media,tumblr,com/537262859091a0b1a94eb0afd8e5ad91/tumblr_ndn4h0HZsA1rphc69o1_1280,jpg
Anonymous

Yes, it would be. I’d then personally try to avoid that reviewer because he’s a homophobic asshat, but that’s how one should generally go about it. After all: “I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

And again: A review is not objective, and it does not affecting the “objective quality” of a game.

Also: That review on the left in your image is from a site called “Christ Centered Gamer.” Not one that sounds “objective” from the get-go anyway.

Here are their scoring standards. Note that it includes docking points for things like “Game portrays rebellion against cultural norms,” “Game requires rejecting authority figures or laws,” and “Game requires decisions to be made that go against traditional values.”

That’s not someone that I really want to pay attention to regarding my game buying decisions.

Hmmm… I don’t normally take the words of those outside an industry with as much weight as those in it, but then, the #gamergate tag started because of Adam Baldwin.

So let’s go nuts, apparently.

Found a very good post. gamedevcallum,tumblr,com/post/99918453728/polygons-bayonetta-2-review-justified-or-not
Anonymous

I don’t see why it has to be “justified.” The reviewer does not have to be impartial. If he were then it wouldn’t be a review.

A review is an opinion piece, and thus the only reviewer who decides how good they thought it was is the reviewer themselves. The man who reviewed Bayonetta 2 for Polygon felt that the sexualization detracted from the game, so he dropped the score. That is his prerogative and we don’t get to argue with it. Here’s another good read.

(Though I will note that I don’t like numbered scores because I feel they give the air of an objective opinion on a very subjective matter due to the nature of numbers, but that’s me.)