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She never ceases to amaze me with those smileys.
I'm on the same boat as Stupot, though. My upper-lip-fluff just doesn't perform as needed!

Yay! Replies! Spread the word, friends, and let's try and get some more players up in this baby!
Next update coming friday and then we're on a roll!

As mentioned above, questions, feedback, ideas and contributions are welcome via PM!

[King Simulator 2013]

King Simulator 2013

For a recap of the game's events, click here:

Spoiler

And on the fourth day...
The King's men returned from the east, bringing with them a secretive NOBLEMAN.
The King, suspicious of the man's motives, offered a handful of knights to escort the NOBLEMAN to the coast, while keeping an eye on the man.

A skillful artisan then offered her services to the King, promising to craft a fine new suit for the King's pleasure.
The King offered to pay a 40 silvers for the dress after some haggling, and the artisan promised to provide the dress soon.

Dennis of the Traders brought news of a distant village to the north, one in dire need of food. The King was kind and allowed the villagers to keep their coin, offering them free food and asking only that the villagers build a lookout tower to help guard the borders of the realm.

Next the King met with Broomhilde, the sole inheritor of the Yesteryear family fortune. Broomhilde offered to marry the king in matrillinear unison, but the King declined politely, promising to contemplate the offer at a later time. The king quickly decided that more information was needed, and as Lady Broomhilde left, the king ordered Lancelot and the Jester to find him a SPYMASTER. Against Lancelot's wishes a meeting was arranged for the following morning, with a mysterious woman of questionable reputation, who might suit the role.

Guthwald the Farmhand was next brought before the king, quaking with fear. The man's farm was besieged by goblins, and the King sent Sir Lancelot to rid the land of the foul creatures at once. Guthwald would be forever grateful for this service, and word of the King's kindness and orderly rule spread rapidly.

Before the day's end a band of warriors from the north came, seeking their escaped bretheren and accusing poor Rorik of crimes unthinkable. As the men lacked evidence, so too did the king lack compassion to the group's cause.

And so ended to fourth day.

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For a glossary of characters and locations in the game (as updated by the players)
LINK HERE



Hello, and welcome to King Simulator 2013!
This game is run in the form of a forum thread, and anyone reading these forums is free to participate at will.

In order to participate, simply post in the thread with a COMMAND. To identify commands, please use the '>' -sign to denote a command. Examples:
> SUMMON the JESTER
> STAB the MALEVOLENT USURPER
> SLAY the DRAGON with a LANCE
> ORDER COURT MAGE to CAST FIREBALL at PEASANT RABBLE
> IMPOSE strict tariffs for all trade with the grand nation of TURBANISTAN and send TROOPS to enforce the tariffs

If you think a good command was already entered, you may SECOND a command by quoting it.

If several different commands are given, then a command is selected as follows.
- The command with the most quotes is executed
- If tied, then the first posted command in the tie is executed

Only commands entered after the last turn are valid for execution. Seconding older commands will count as new commands instead.

A command is executed and a new GAME TURN is generated roughly every 48 hours, depending on the required amount of artwork for the new turn.
(If you wish to participate further by contributing art, characters, ideas or anything of the sort, please feel free to do so via a private message. Contributed content will be used at my discretion and may not appear in the game immediately after being sent (a new character may take several turns or weeks to appear, for example) You may also speculate game events and characters in the thread and possibly influence future events that way.)

GAME RULES:
You are a King.
The King's word is law.
Long live the King!

-------------------------

A singsong voice interrupts your blissful sleep. The dream in which you sat atop a mighty steed, holding a bloodied lance as the lifeless body of a Dragon lay at your feet dissipates all too quickly. You try to call to the fair maidens, freshly secured from the Dragon's lair, but the image slips from you.

“Don't you see, Rise and shine, yesterday you said: ‘The world shall be mine!'”



You open your eyes and find yourself sitting atop a throne just as the first rays of the morning sun cast themselves upon the throne room. Your head throbs and you feel rather disoriented.

“Good morning, m'lord King, ‘tis me, Mr Jester, allow me to sing!”

You frown as the strange man in an even stranger hat begins to dance while bellowing “I have the key! I have the key!” at an unnaturally high pitch. After a while, mercifully, the noise stops.

“Well Mr King, life is but a candle's wick, time to get to work, whip out your...”

You raise your hand to stop the incessant prattling Jester. He makes a pouting face, but obeys and falls silent. You take this moment of silence and make the most of it, organizing your thoughts to make sense of where you are and why. You fail miserably. Maybe you're getting old?

“What is going on here? And no rhyming!” -you finally ask the Jester.

“My King, you forget yourself? I know the celebrations took more than two whole days and we all tipped a few mugs of ale every hour or so, but to forget? My King: we won! Your evil twin brother lies dead and buried and the Kingdom is free at last! You have finally taken up your rightful throne and the people rejoice!”

You nod, so far this sounds pretty sweet.

“Come, my King, let me show you your castle, I'm sure you will soon remember all!” The jester stands up to you, practically bouncing up and down. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from the throne, leading you to the back of the throne room and deeper into the castle.

---



“Well my King, here is the treasury.”

You glance at the near-empty room, frowning as the echo of the Jester's voice dissipates in the stone walls.

“But... Where is all the gold? The treasure?”

“Oh dear, My King, I was sure you'd remember. Your evil brother did, during his reign of terror, maintain a rather hefty tax rate and when he was cast aside the coffers were full of gold and treasure. However, those foreign visitors, entertainers, the living elephant pyramid you ordered and all the other food, drink and entertainment over the last two weeks has left the treasure a bit... well... empty. But worry not, with most of the old King's servant folk dead there is nobody to pay salary to! But we'll get to that in a moment. If you wish to find out about our finances, do ask me, your faithful ADVISOR.

Currently our treasury holds 20 gold coins and nothing more.
Our current tax rate, population and trade total an income of 20 gold every year.”

You frown, but the Jester seems to have decided not to let you dwell on finances now, as he begins to direct you to the next area.

---



You enter a large room with a round table (but no chairs for some reason) and a gigantic map on the wall.

“My King, this is the war room. I'm afraid the full map of the kingdom and the outlying lands was burned during your conquest of the castle. During the celebration this partial map of the kingdom was presented to us. As you can see it is centered on our castle and the outlying town. It also shows the mountain ranges far to the east and the ocean far to the west, as well as the Lifeblood River, which runs through the kingdom. The rest of the map is empty, however, and I fear we will need to do some work to fill ‘er up. The old King had business with three other kingdoms out there, but since I spent most of my time in the now-destroyed dungeon, I know not who these three kingdoms were and where they might be located. We will need to hire a cartographer and likely some soldiers or heroes to go and VENTURE out into the kingdom to seek more information of the land. Perhaps they'll even find valuable treasure on their voyages! Heroes can also be given almost any task you can think of, they're a handy bunch, but good ones are hard to come by.

We currently do not EMPLOY a CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD, and thus our town does not have any GUARDS watching over it.
We currently do not EMPLOY any HEROES to do our bidding.
We currently do not have any EXPEDITIONS EXPLORING the land.”

Your head spins at the wealth of information it is being bombarded with. You wish the Jester would just write all of this down somewhere so that you could reference these lessons later somehow. Again you are pulled onward, this time back towards the throne room.

---



“And here is the throne room! Apologies for the uncomfortable throne (we'd better find a more suitable seat soon), but the one with the menacing iron spikes and heads of the old King's enemies was, by your command, destroyed, and we had to find a replacement in a hurry.”

You decide to take a seat anyway, the cushions are still a little warm. The Jester nods approvingly.

“In the throne room you can grant audiences to those seeking to speak with you. People from the town can come to meet you and seek your guidance, permission or assistance for all sorts of things. As a matter of fact I think the guild leaders and the head of the newly formed Farmer's Union are gathering outside in the hallway already. You have time to have FIVE meeting every DAY. Since this is a fantasy kingdom each YEAR only has 12 DAYS. It might seem a bit confusing, but you'll see that it actually works really well. See the wooden palisade wall out there, we had that whole thing built in just TWO DAYS! Cool stuff!

Now then, My King, to recap:
- When in doubt, ASK your ADVISOR!
- HIRE people to fulfill different roles in the castle. Your court should at least have a CAPTAIN OF THE GUARD and a COURT WIZARD, as well as a good ADVISOR such as myself. A DOCTOR would probably be a good idea too, the old king had four in case of poisonings.
- Send HEROES or soldiers out to EXPLORE or to act as ENVOYS on diplomatic missions once you find OTHER KINGDOMS. You wouldn't want to seem impolite to them, now would you?
- There is always someone here to see you, so unless you want to do something else, make sure to GRANT AUDIENCE to the next person or group in line so they can enter the throne room.
- Last, but not least: have some fun! Heck, you can even go out adventuring yourself if you want to, but with the old King's guards no longer keeping the King's peace the Kingdom can be a dangerous place, so you should only do this if you REALLY feel it's IMPORTANT!”



The Jester awaits your reply for a moment, but as one is not forthcoming he begins to do cartwheels and begins to sing: “I HAVE THE KEY! I HAVE THE KEY!” The Jester cartwheels out of the throne room and into the hallway.

Well now, you think, best to get cracking, then. This kingdom isn't going to rule itself!

[Home by dinner]

Home by dinner

The tiny metallic earpiece embedded in the ridge of Adrian's ear vibrated. For a second he considered ignoring it, but the translucent shape of a familiar face on his ocular implant convinced him otherwise. He paused his work, letting a half-connected bundle of wires float free from his hand, and tapped the earpiece. There was a beep, followed by a split second of static, and then her voice.

“Hi Adrian!”

Her voice had a lovely ring to it, as always. Something about it just made his stomach churn with excitement, even after all these years, and especially today. Adrian caught a glimpse of his hand in the dim light, and noted the glint of gold on his ring finger. He hadn't thought about his wife for a long time.

“Hey Carolyn, is everything okay?”

“Oh. Yes, yes! Hey, sorry to call you at work like this, but I just wanted to hear your voice. It's been too long and, well...”

“You wanted a head start for tonight, am I right?”

Adrian had been away from her for a long time. He frowned as he continued his work, wondering how long exactly. Well over a month, that much was sure. He snatched the floating bundle of wires and began to connect them one by one, wrapping them haphazardly around the metallic contact pins of the panel he was working on.

“Well, you know, Tom misses you and he wanted to hear your voice too, since he'll be out at his grandparent's when you get home. Tom! Say hi to daddy!”

“Hi daddy!”

Adrian grimaced, then calmed himself and forced himself to smile. He'd read somewhere that people could hear it in your voice if you were smiling.

“Hey buddy, how's things?”

“Mommy and me made you a surprise! And I scored two goals in the hockey game yesterday, and got an assist too! The coach says I might make the first line!”

The thirteen-year-old's voice was full of excitement. He sounded so young, despite his actual age, full of childlike wonder and energy.

“Sounds great, kid. You'll surpass me in no time!”

There was laughter on the other end, then some background noise as Carolyn picked up the line again.

“So, Tom's going to be away from the house, eh? Did you have something in mind?” -Adrian teased.

Carolyn gave a playful giggle, and Adrian could almost hear her blushing. Adrian smiled too, for real this time.

“When will you be planetside?”

That was the question he'd been dreading.

“Don't worry, I'll be home by dinner! Well, unless the elevator breaks down again. Hey, honey, I need to go if I want to make it in time. Say a prayer for me. Love you!”

Adrian tapped his finger on his earpiece, disabling the line before he could hear her reply. It had been a mistake to answer; his concentration and cool were gone. And he had lied to her. Adrian paused his work, took a deep breath and blinked hard. The tears clung to his eyelids and he had to drop his work once more to wipe his eyes.

He thought he had been ready, but somehow she'd gotten under his skin. And Tom... Damn that kid.

“Fuck!”

The word echoed and faded in the cramped space, pointless and meaningless, as always. Adrian shook his head and muttered a word of prayer for forgiveness. He should know better than to lie and curse like that. A single blast from a klaxxon somewhere far away jolted Adrian awake. The blaring sound faded fast and was followed by a tense voice over a loudspeaker.

“Engineer Adrian Conroy, please report to your quarters immediately. Engineer Adrian Conroy, please report to your quarters immediately.”

Adrian had hoped his disappearance would go unnoticed for a while longer, but it seemed such hopes were in vain. He would only have a few minutes before security would be alerted, and then a minute or two before they caught up to him.

Snapping the last wire in place and tightening the connection with a plastic frame, Adrian finished his work on the panel. Straightening his legs he pushed himself away from the panel so he could have a better look. Everything seemed to be in order: the panel and the antennae were all in place. There were now four panels that granted him access to the space elevator controls. One more. Using his arms as weight, Adrian rotated his body mid-air so that he faced the long and narrow tunnel head-on. With a kick he sent himself floating, leaving the discarded wire clippings floating behind him.

As Adrian rounded a bend in the service tunnel, he collided with a man. For a few seconds everything was a spinning blur as limbs, wires and harnesses entangled and flung in all directions. Unlike service personnel in general, this man didn't wear the light blue staff overalls, but the black and red of a security officer. He was a lean man, too tall for this narrow space, and he wore a red beret with the security insignia on it. As his pale green eyes fixed on Adrian's, they both froze. Adrian was the first to move, kicking the wall with his feet, sending himself crashing into the guard's abdomen. There was a yelp, then cursing and growling as the man strained to right himself. He failed and crashed hard into a fuse box, sending the cover panels flying off.

“You snake!” -Adrian growled in anger.

Adrian went after him, grappling and reaching for the man's belt, his sidearm, anything.

“I've got him! I've got ‘im! He's...” -the guard's voice was gruff, yet strained. His arms swung wildly as he tried to fend Adrian off, but to no avail. He clearly wasn't used to operating without gravity, whereas Adrian had had years of practice. He leaned back and sent his knee up into the guard's chin, interrupting him mid-sentence. Blood spurted from his mouth as he bit his tongue. His scream was blood-curdling, and it's echo was sure to bring others. Adrian was out of time.

He reached for his tool belt, snatched a screwdriver and unceremoniously drove it into the guard's eyesocket. There was a wet crunch as the metal tip penetrated deep. The man jerked violently, shrieking, gurgling and flailing, then, after only a few seconds, went limp. His body floated there like some macabre doll, gushing fluids which clung to surfaces and floated in the air. Adrian was breathing heavily and the force from his attack had sent him hovering backwards. Finally his back hit the cool metal surface of the wall and he came to a stop. He exhaled, his entire body shivering and shaking. He'd never killed anyone before! God almighty how easy it was! Adrian made a cross across his chest, smearing the bloodstains with his finger, and muttered a word of prayer. He had to have faith, he had to steel himself or his mission would fail.

For a second he considered grabbing the guard's sidearm, but the weapons were ID -locked and useless to him. He should have thought of that before. Adrian grimaced and covered his face from the droplets of blood in the air and pushed on.

The last panel was already uncovered, likely the work of some two-bit maintenance worker. Adrian tried to smile as he set to work. The reality of what he was doing was becoming clear in his mind, and for each step he had taken he could now see the Divine intervention. His escape from his quarters, evading the guards and his colleagues, staying hidden for so long, dispatching that guard and now this. God was on his side, that much was clear. His eyes focused on the last panel as he set to work, snapping off the old cables and twirling the new contacts into place.

“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...”

There was a banging noise and shouting off in the distance. The body of the dead guard had likely been found.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven...” Adrian's voice shook and he had to shake his head to get rid of a tear that had swelled in his eye.

“He's over here! Stop him!”

“Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive our treaspassers, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

The noises down in the corridor were frantic as boots smashed against the walls and men struggled to move forward in the narrow space. Just a few more wires.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the Kingdom...”

“Engineer! Stop what you are doing! Show me your hands!”

“The power...”

The last cable was in place.

“And the glory, forever and ever. Amen.”

Adrian's finger tapped the panel he had just installed, and in an instant the panel and the four others blinked to life. Having bypassed the physical security layers in the system the chips began to override the controls of the gyroscopes which stabilised the massive space station perched atop the space elevator. A gunshot rang out, the bullet whizzing past Adrian's head. Another miracle. Adrian laughed, and as he laughed he could feel the vibrations as the station around him began to lose cohesion.

“What the hell did you do!?”

The voice was meaningless, the answer would take longer to give than they had time left. Adrian had planned and prepared for months and this was only the final touch. Explosions erupted somewhere deep inside the station.

“Stop it! Stop it!”

“You're crazy! You'll never get out of here alive!”

Adrian laughed even harder as the men panicked. The metallic support within the walls groaned under the stress as the gyro-cores began to tumble out of sync, tearing one another off balance. The walls distorted as the metal gave way, and Adrian could already hear the hiss of escaping atmosphere.

“I never meant to get out of here alive! You snakes will not take Eden away from mankind! God gave us Eden and you would escape it! I say no! i say come to God with me, and find salvation and forgiveness in his magnificence! Come to God and your souls will be absolved of sin! Come to God, and...”

There was a loud crack as the walls buckled, then silence as there was no more atmosphere to carry sound. Adrian's face, like those of the millions of people working on the orbital docks, froze into a death mask. Where Adrian's mask was that of devotion and happiness, the others were of fear, terror and disbelief.

There are some websites that sell steam codes for well over the regular price. Basically people buy up codes for the games when they are on a -75% sale or something and then just keep selling them for minor profit after the sale ends.

http://kotaku.com/indie-dev-says-people-stole-30-000-steam-keys-from-him-1456875308

The internet made me sad again...

Damn, and my first draft, which was written in 3rd person, began with the word "A 1999 Toyota Corolla strained in the thick snow, it's driver squinting to make sense of the snow-blurred chaos ahead of him..." Should have used that one instead.

Congrats to Sinitrena, once again!

[Ponch]

Character: Ponch

Plot: Sinitrena

Atmosphere: Sinitrena

Background World: Sinitrena

Word Choice/Style: kconan

Scariness: kconan

I thought about playing it once, but then the game told me I could not play with other people until I had passed a seemingly pretty darn long (here, practice lane defense with 10 heroes for starters) tutorial, so I gave up. Also gave HoN a shot, but the playerbase was simply vile, so I gave up on that as well.

23rd December 2012
The door will not open

25th of December 2012
The door will not open. Merry Christmas. I miss everyone.

26th of December 2012
The door will not open

27th of December 2012
The door will not open

29th of December 2012
The door will not open, it's colder today. Had to burn a few pages to get a fire going.

30th of December 2012
The door will not open

1st of January 2013
The door will not open, burned a few pages.

3rd of January 2013
The door will not open

5th of January 2013
The door will not open

6th of January 2013
The door will not open, found a mouse.

8th of January 2013
The door will not open, ate the mouse.

9th of January 2013
The door will not open

11th of January 2013
The door will not open

12th of January 2013
The door will not open, heard a noise outside. Possibly just wind.

15th of January 2013
The door will not open

17th of January 2013
The door will not open

18th of January 2013
The door will not open

22nd of January 2013
My name is Jarmo. I am a 25 year old electrical engineer from Sastamala, Finland. A few days ago my car broke down in the snow and I stumbled into this seemingly abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. No-one responded to my knocking and as the door was unlocked I entered uninvited. I am not sure what happened then, but judging by the bruises and cuts it seems I fell down some stairs. When I awoke the door leading outside was open and the cold was getting in, so I shut the door to protect myself from the wind.

I have not been able to open the door since.

All of the windows are boarded up tight and it seems that at least some of them have been bricked up underneath the wooden planks that hold them. There is no running water or electricity, and it seems much of the furniture has been burned in a small fire pit in the living room. There is no food here. I found this book, a journal by the look of it, but many of the older pages are missing and the later ones only contain dates and variation on the phrase “The door will not open” in tiny scrawl.

Indeed, the door will not open and it seems I cannot get out. My guess is that the lock froze up after I closed the door and in the couple of days since the snow must have packed up against the door to seal me within.

23rd of January 2013
I removed the boards of two windows, but found only bricks and mortar underneath. I burned the boards to keep the cold at bay. The house is eerily quiet, as all I can hear is the wind outside. The battery on my phone is dead. Small matter, though, there was no reception to begin with.

24th of January 2013
I've begun melting ice crystals scraped off the brickwork for drinking water. Not sure what I could eat, though. I think I read somewhere that cutting off your leg and eating it might save your life, but I'm, not quite there yet. Will keep working on the windows.

25th of January 2013
All windows are sealed. The door will not open.

26th of January 2013
Managed to knock myself out while searching the cupboards in the kitchen. The door still does not open.

28th of January 2013
The cut on my arm might be infected. The door will not open.

29th of January 2013
The door will not open

30th of january 2013
I feel weak and hungry and alone. The door will not open.
1st of february 2013
Cut on my arm seems a little better. There is less pain. The door will not open.

2nd of february 2013
The door will not open.

4th of february 2013
The door will not open.

5th of february 2013
The door will not open.

9th of february 2013
The door will not open.

10th of february 2013
I will die here. The door will not open.

11th of february 2013
The door will not open.

3: Good thing I started wearing night-makeup in case of a break-in...

Ha! Made me laugh!

InCreator's comic reminded me of a similiar Finnish comic, which also is a take on the rude woodland creatures -theme we seem to have going on.
It's called "Kamala Luonto", and translates to: "Horrible Nature". The comic is mostly about the woodland animals behaving like woodland animals, with the added layer of jokes brought on by human-like commentary of their own actions, such as pondering on the morality of killing another creature while munching on a baby bunny.


1a: "Yipee! Awesome!"
1b: "What's so awesome?"
2: I forgot!
3a: "Well I don't care! Yippee!"
3b: "That guy is insane!"

No offense, Crimson, but... that's... actually pretty close to what I would have expected a Russian comic strip to look like!

[Example 1 - Fingerpori (Pertti Jarla, Finland)]

Here in Finland we have quite a few home-grown comic strip artists who are well known in here, but barely known outside of our borders. To promote Finnish comic strips and to see what other countries have to offer, I declare this the "National comic" -thread! Post some examples of comics released and known only or mostly in your home country!

Example 1 - Fingerpori (Pertti Jarla, Finland)
The comics mostly display slices of life of the people in the fictional City of Fingerpori, but also occasionally display historical characters like Hitler, Stalin and the likes, as well as other comic-book characters such as Mickey Mouse and the Phantom. Most of the jokes are plays on the Finnish language, but some of them could translate very well if worked on a bit. I think you can find translated comics online if you google them.

Translation (panel by panel):
1. Hitler's Bunker 1945 - "Donnerwetter, it has come to this..."
2. "You did your best, but we were betrayed."
3. "No, I mean someone has come into this towel here"

Example 2
Cursing Hedgehog (Milla Paloniemi, Finland)
The comic strips varying from single panel shots for multi-page stories mostly center around the comic's namesake, a simple black'n'white hedgehod and his violent overreactions to the minor annoyances in life, often emphasised by the gratuitous use of the Finnish curseword staple "PERKELE!". The character has become very loved due to being small, cuddly and foul-mouthed, much like many Finnish people.

Translation: "How do hedgehogs scratch their backs...?"
"OW! GODDAMMIT!!"
(They do not)

Example 3
Villimpi Pohjola (Trans: "Northern Overexposure") (JPAhonen, Finland)
The comic is often centered around a number of university students and their life in the capital of Finland. However, the stories tend to take some rather surreal turns every now and then, inserting video game humor among other things to add to the comedic value. Personally these are my favourite and I think they've actually worked on some official english releases (with poor success in sales, though)

Translation: "I'm not really in love with Anna, but it would be best for the kid to know where we stand from the get-go. I just need time to make sense of the situation."
"I don't want to repeat my mistakes -HURK-"

"So that's the chef's special...?"
"Did you order 'with all spices'?"

"Ever since I decided to stay away from other women my life's been a living hell..."

"I-I don't even know that position!"
"The Polynesian fifty-seven."

if this results in more games like girl and rabbit I wouldn't mind having 100 OROWs a year!

100 OROW's in a year... That's like two OROW's a week, man. Thats... Just... What? @___@

But heck, having participated the last time and enjoyed it, I'm interested in doing it again for sure!

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end... I just couldn't get a story out this fortnight!
Love the theme, but I am suffering of a small writers block and had to scrap three separate story ideas for this theme before giving up.

Good stuff. Interesting to see how their AGS to iPad push works out.
Somehow I'm just really sceptical on whether or not the market really is there.

I am volunteering for any male voice roles available. You can hear my earlier voice work both in my games (LaSol, Infection ep 1) as well as in my old youtube videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/whamtheman

Hit me up with a PM if you think I can be of use!

A related question - do people that are turned on by furries prefer body hair on their partners?

Body hair is coarse and yucky, but a proper well-groomed fur is soft and cuddly, like that of a puppy! Aww, I need to get me a puppy! :3

I doubt I need to reiterate my stance on the furry-concept:

http://www.adventuregamestudio.co.uk/forums/index.php?topic=44156.msg617019#msg617019

Hells, this reminds me, I've been toying around with a new idea for a forum game like this! Maybe I'll put in some more effort this time around, so it doesn't die off like Afrika Korps did...
*begins to fumble around in the 'Ideas for the future' -box*