I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL | o | WHEN WE DIE (:

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; padding: 0px; font-family: cambria; font-size: 17pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; float: left; width: 134px; height: 20px; padding-top: 6px;]plastickit[/fancypost]its a casio
    on plastic beach
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    Plastic was very bored, his tail wrapped over his paws, so he decided to sing. It was something he did on occasion. Something he didn't like to show people. But, he did it, anyway. The tabby took a deep breath, and began to sing loudly.


    "Earnesty and clarity
    those wonderful mentalities
    of decent positivity
    are all that we can strive
    but misery and poverty
    they follow me and my family
    and though it seems that i can't win
    i think i have to try,


    everyone's afraid of me
    they'll never see that we all leave
    the same damn blood each night.


    so you'll go your way
    and i'll go mine
    i hope we meet later on down the line!


    sense and sensibility
    and peaceful productivity
    a pretty girl with broken wings
    is all that i desire
    but there's so much hostility
    in all the things surrounding me
    the awful blow of ethnity
    is trying to stop me shine
    so i try to look inwardly
    at all the things inside of me
    but sodomy and buggery keep bubbling to the top.


    so you'll go forward
    and i'll go back
    i hope we catch up with each other on the track!


    and i've been thinking awkwardly
    about the things that are holy
    like Jesus, Joseph, and Mary
    and Mary Magdalene
    and even theoretically
    i don't think i could ever see
    the perfect human being
    Jesus lived without sin.


    so you'll go upward
    and i'll go down
    you'll go upward
    and i'll go down
    you'll go upward
    and i'll go down
    i'll see you in hell when we die!"


    He paused, huffing slightly, then realized he was singing very loudly. Plastickit then flushed horribly, then stopped, eyes traveling to the ground.


    [[ song here! ]]
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    [size=30pt]Gumi 'Gumo' Walker!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=black; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 80px; width: 450px; height: 20px;][align=center][font=georgia bold][color=white]gumo - male - sunclan - apprentice

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 80px; width: 400px; height: 250px;][justify][font=georgia bold][color=white][size=8]To him, the song wasn't bad. Gumo limped over with a small smile on his maw. "That was a nice song." He murmured.
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  • [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 500px;][size=9pt]Dammit, now his son was joining in on SunClan the musical. With a grin on his tawny face, the Serval strode up on long legs. Sure, his dad had died, but he didn't want to dwell on that. Dwelling on shitty times just made all your time shitty. Shaking his head to rid him of the memory, he mewed, [color=crimson]"Now my son is joining "SunClan; the Musical.""

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;][size=7pt]there was a musical here? better question : could she dance on afforemented musical? the child would approach, having caught on to the sound of plastickit singing from where she stood idle. hmn, he was actually pretty good. she had to admit that.




    "bravo." joey would smile, placing the flashlight she carried down onto the ground. "encore, encore!"