FSE

Furry search engine

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Two dorm roommates had returned from finishing their last finals for the spring semester. As they entered, they both fell back onto their own beds that were on opposite sides of the small dorm. "So...how'd it go, Brett?" The first roommate had a mid-range, sarcastic sort of tone to his voice. The other roommate, Brett, responded, "Nailed everything." Brett stuck his thumb up into the air, still staring at the ceiling after he made his convincing response.

"Oh really?" said the other roommate. Brett turned his head to look at his friend. "Yeah, Grant. While you were gone, I nailed all of my suitcases together after stuffing all my stuff inside. Then I went to take my physics final and wrote a bunch of fancy figures and equations below some gibberish with question marks at the end."

Grant nodded his head and laughed lightly. "That sounds about right." He reached around the head of his bed. He pulled out a black laptop, and then sat it opened on his stomach, electing to still lie down while he tried to use the device. "Want to see if anybody is up for a Frost run?" Grant looked over at Brett. Brett shrugged his shoulder as he opened up one of his packed suitcases. The clothes and bags of toiletries inside launched the top part of the suitcase outward, loudly crashing into the wall. Inside, he grabbed his own laptop, sitting upright with his legs over the edge of the bed. "We can look for ten minutes, but after that I say we just start heading home."

They had known each other since they were six years old, going to the same school together ever since the start of first grade. They grew up together, both loving computers, and always wanting to be in front of one whenever their parents would let them. They played many games together on the computer. First they would take turns sharing the keyboard in mouse. Then, as the internet became more available, they began hosting LAN parties. Then, they played their first MMORPG together for about six months. During high-school, they weren't able to devote as much time to gaming as they used to. The drama and requisite for focus that high-school provided often preceded any attempt at playing a game together. After they graduated, they took a break from worrying about preparing for college or finding a job. They found a new game, "Perfect World". It sounded like a spin-off of World of Warcraft, but this game had a fresh new server to start on. Together, they created a faction. They named it, "Steam".

Their guild became strong, quickly. They happened to recruit players who abused social security pay, had wealthy parents, or had absolutely no life outside of gaming. After just over a year of hardcore gaming, Brett and Grant ruled over the #1 faction in the DreamWeaver server of Perfect World. All factions who merged together in hopes to overthrow their dominance of every slice of land would never succeed unless Steam had permitted it out of pity...only to later reclaim the land effortlessly.

During their first year in college, after taking a year off to just have fun after graduating high-school, Grant and Brett did not have much time to play their game. In the middle of their second semester, Grant and Brett decided to hand over leadership of Steam to a motherly figure who exhibited leadership and kindness toward her faction. They stayed in their faction, but knew that they could not make the important territorial and payment decisions if they were only able to play for about two hours each week.

They had both always been the most powerful players in the server, but now the majority of the other players had caught up to them. There was not much left to explore, and no challenge remained that they could not topple. Any party of six players that they had joined to run through any instances was experienced and strong. Any faction wars declared on Steam were just for show, and the opposing faction would never show up...knowing that it had no chance. The game had become boring to them...but it was an epic journey that they had shared together as friends.

As Grant was about to click on the icon for the DreamWeaver server to log in to play, he noticed something new that wasn't there before...a sixth server. There had always been five different servers, each having their own story and community. Now there was a new one, freshly made. "Brett! They just opened up a new server!" Grant went to the new server and picked a default blademaster character. He just wanted to check the high scores to see just how new it was. "The strongest player is...level 6!" The DreamWeaver server was filled with players above level 80, and Grant and Brett were both level 91. "Dude...let's make a new guild. I don't want to stop playing this game. We just need a fresh start."

"I'm already making my new venomancer." said Brett. "What are you going to be?" Grant went back to the character creation menu, deleting the default blademaster and scrolling through the options. "Holy crap! They have two new classes!" said Grant. "Psychic and Assassin...they look like fish people." Grant sounded disappointed after he looked through the two new classes. "Meh...I'll stick with my archer".

Brett's character was a venomancer, a half fox half human hybrid. Only the fox ears and fox tail resembled any hint of beast within the venomancer class. She had red eyes that were very small and far apart from each other. She was about five feet tall. She had a flat frame, aside from a gentle curve to her hips. She had a white breastplate with matching leggings, showing her toned midriff. She held a small magical sword with a rounded, hollow guard separating the hilt from the blade. It was the starting weapon for this class. Her name was Esuna.

Grant's character was a coyote archer, standing at five feet, six inches. His eyes were dark green. He wore black leather armor that covered his upper body, and black leather leggings to guard his lower body. Long black boots guarded his larger than normal feet, clearly a demonstration of Grant's abuse of the advanced character creation tools. He held a simple wooden bow. His name was NightRage.

Brett looked up at his friend, smiling as he reminisced over their previous experience with this game. "Well, buddy...let's play".

A nineteen year old male had just finished his first year of college, and was enjoying the beginning of his summer vacation free from the worries of coursework. He was a very serious gamer, always doing his best to become better at what he loved doing the most. He was, at the time, into playing Runescape, the very first MMO he ever tried playing when he was ten, and was playing it off and on ever since then.

He always had his Yahoo Messenger open when he played, as he also would sometimes talk to friends he met through gaming or through his first experience of a game that was basically a big chatroom...Furcadia. One of his closest friends, Roxy, was a female he met through Perfect World back when he used to play it. When he played Perfect World, he was a barbarian wolf that he named Ambelsyn. He mostly played on his own, and made only a few friends during the first thirty levels of gameplay. He then joined his first faction after running a more difficult instance with the leader and his second in command. The faction was not very powerful, and never succeeded in taking territory on the map, whether it be from monsters or from other factions. The game eventually became too much of a nuisance to him, but he ended up meeting Roxy's character in game and becoming fast friends with her before he eventually stopped playing.

After a year of not playing, Roxy sent him a message. "Hey! How's your summer going, Michael?"

Michael responded quickly, "I'm just watching people playing horror games...and eating chips." Roxy quickly responded, not even waiting for a response before she was typing again. "You should play Perfect World again. There's a new server out now and there are all new classes. I'm trying one out!" Michael was hesitant, remembering how long and tedious the leveling process was. He responded, "I'm not sure if I want to go through all that again...it took so long to just get to level 30."

Roxy quickly responded, "They're selling these tomes in the shop that you can use to level up very quickly. I'm already level 20, and I've just started my psychic today! Come on! I'm already in a guild that looks to be the #1 guild in this server. Wouldn't that be awesome?" Michael contemplated on that. He had a lot of money saved up, and he could afford to spend some of it on making himself more powerful and noticeable in game. And the thought of being able to take territory alongside friends, or defending territory from other players sounded exciting. He responded, "Okay, I'll give it another shot, just for you. I'm going to be a cleric this time though...given how desperately everybody needed them at all times." Roxy began to spam the Yahoo messenger screen with random assortments of letters, clearly showing her excitement that he was willing to join her in the game that they first met on. "Okay okay...go to Raging Tide server. Once you're done making your character, send a message to Roxianos. I'll tell the leader your name and he will come and invite you!"

Michael turned off the videos he was watching on his desktop computer. He had luckily not uninstalled the game that took him ten hours to install in the first place. However, the game update for the new characters seemed to really tax his computer. It took nearly two hours to complete. He opened up the game and entered the server menu. He saw the new server, Raging Tide, and he clicked into it. He first arrived at the character creation screen.

Michael's character was an arctic-wolf cleric. His small hazel eyes complimented his green leather tunic. He wore blue silk pants which only went down just past his calves, and no shoes or boots guarded his feet. His character was maximized for magical potential...a glass healing cannon. He was thinly built, almost as if his body was directly from a model on the front of a famous magazine. His weapon was a simple magic sword, held firmly in his white-furred paw. His ears were almost as high as the height of his entire head.

After Michael finished his character creation, he had to think of a new name for his character. He had problems with his first original name he created, "Ambelsyn". Many players thought he was a girl named Amber who was playing the game. He also was annoyed with how many people could not seem to pronounce his name correctly over Teamspeak. "Alblebsyn...Bambel-sign...Amberlyn" He wanted a simple name to pronounce and remember.

After thinking about it for a good while, he decided it would be best if he just started typing words and then modifying until he had a good short name.

"Ghost...Host...Coast...Chast?...no" He tried again and again with different words, until he eventually found one that he could stick to. "Time...try...tying...tyng...Tyng?".

Michael's character's name was Tyng.