One of planet earth's most majestic creatures has arrived on FeralFront. If you'd like our orange hued friend to trump his way into a one-on-one thread, or to yell his words of enlightenment into your character's ear, then you've come to the right place. The great wall of trump shall spread its ebola to everyone. Prepare to bathe in all of his glory and spray-tan products ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Trump is love.
Trump is life.
**whispers** you're all fired
@۞ CHRYSALIS G.D. ۞- Oh but my child nothing can surpass the Trump... If a clan actually let that happen I'd lose all faith in humanity. Sure I don't see how having a thread for them would hurt.
@heise- Certainly.
@Frightfur F. Innocence- Yus he shall trump his way into everyone's life. Sure thing, you've got a thread.
@FELIKS- I gotch'u fam.
@Pishacha Stormus- You have been blessed with a thread
Now my big question to you all is who makes? I'd be happy to make some of the threads c:
Wish granted my trumplings c;
shall I create?
What clan/alliance shall I post the thread in?
Donald was trumping through The Aracane domain, puckering his nonexistent lips in disgust. How could these individuals live with themselves? They lacked a giant wall, so he was constantly on the lookout for those pesky immigrants. What The Arcane needed was a leader like him. It was his duty to make FeralFront great again, so he figured he might as well start with this degenerate place. Yes, he would shoot a great wall out of his dainty a** for which The Arcane would pay. With all that money, he could buy a lifetime supply of hairspray. With that thought in mind, a crooked smile began to play upon his... um... lips? No no no... his...beak? Well whatever it was supposed to be, he was satisfied nonetheless.
Xion , Tide of Remembrance- https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2338444
@Frightfur F. Innocence- Thank you that really helps c:
@➳Drumlin➳- Alrighty, I'll start on your thread next
@FELIKS- No worries
The sketchy looking chihuahua squinted his beady eyes at the feline, silently judging her taste in style. "FEAR NOT CITIZENS, YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR IS HERE." Donald proudly announced, tossing a half-empty can of hairspray towards Frightfur. "Shh, don't thank me." He hissed seductively, an abominable grin consuming his face. "Ask away, baby. I know the public will want to know all about my Loreal products." He rasped leisurely, not even knowing what Loreal was.
Donald had been admiring his reflection in a puddle of sewer water how fitting, fantasizing about conquering the forum with his luscious canine weave. "Damn, I'm sexy." Grunted the small chihuahua, wagging his tail with great enthusiasm. He had to look his best if he was to spread his wisdom to the rest of society, even though he was mumbling political nonsense next to a sewer drain. The tiny creature marched to and fro like Hitler on psychedelic drugs, singing the national anthem with all of his might.
"Greetings, peasant." The dwarfish chihuahua chirped, an unusually thick amount of hair growing out of his cranium. "Fear no more, for it is I..." He anxiously glanced around before continuing., "DONALD TRUMP!" The canine shouted, causing birds to flee their nests and fall out of the trees. "Don't worry my child, for I will build a wall so great that it will block out any trace of the sun. No need to thank me."
The diminutive creature snorted, slowly turning around to face Drumlin. "Do you have any idea who I am, young lady?" He inquired, unintentionally describing Drumlin to be a female, as he was a bit senile. "I am old enough to be your grandfather- I mean I am Donald Trump, the most attractive politician alive!" He huffed, assuming that the being was jealous of his mad flirting skills. Typical degenerate.
The small creature's cranium almost did a full 360 when he turned to face Scout. "You're fired." He whispered, his shady brown eyes seeming to shrivel into his skull like prunes.
Trump narrowed his already squinted eyes. Could he trust her? Perhaps she was an illegal immigrant coming to rape all the children. Whoever she was, he had to keep an eye on this individual. "Yes... exalt me while you can, kid. When I enslave all of society I'll consider forcing you to obey my command." He stated nonchalantly, although it was clear that this guy wasn't going to be elected anytime soon. He hadn't even bothered asking for her name yet, but he was too busy keeping his mane from becoming windblown.
//this is the beginning of the end
"Good question, baby." Donald huffed, ignoring Frightfur's requests. "First of all, I'm very rich. I also stole my hair from one of my ex wives. With that being said, we need to build a great wall that blocks out all sunlight. Immigrants are degenerate creatures that are allergic to sunlight. I learned that from a cocaine dealer. No immigrant shall bring their aids across the boarders ever again." He spoke confidently, the nauseating smell of hairspray wafting from his luscious weave. In his slightly senile mind, immigrants were the only reason they didn't have world peace.
"And that's how I never became president." Donald Trump said as he concluded his debate with a tree stump. Amazing things were happening in the life of Donald. He just had one of his best (and probably last) interviews, which he hoped would bring him even closer to building the great wall of trump. Right now he couldn't ask for much more, other than a lifetime supply of hairspray. With all the money he stole from selling fake drugs, that hairspray supply was just around the corner. The short canine pranced through the foreign territory, not giving two blunts about where he was going or what he was doing.
Oh. my. god.
I want this thread to escalate even farther than it already has- https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2338428
@? S??g?- Sure why not. FeralFront will never be the same again #DonaldLabeouf
I also think Donald and Shia need a thread tbh .v.
How dare Charlotte question his endless fountains of knowledge. She would pay for her sins. "I'll barrier your face if you don't zip it." The pint-sized being yapped, although he wasn't very intimidating.
The majestic Trumpling emerged from the shadows, his small eyes shriveling in the daylight. He couldn't help but overhear the amazing speech that was taking place, and was beginning to wonder why someone as important as himself wasn't invited. "Well said, my friend. Here," He nudged a sack of herbal help towards Neo. "Have a small loan of marijuana." He then turned his attention to the rest of the crowd. "You're all fired." After blessing his children with some words of knowledge, the geriatric chihuahua flew away on the wings of an eagle trumped through the vegetation in search of the immigrants.
