This is as my Master told it to me and now I tell it thee.

There are a billion names of furfaggotry! A billion kinds of furries that slither and slime and defile the land, sea, and wind. Each furry is a kind of sin

spawned by the internet's evil. And that internets is very sinful there are many of these damned furfags and their power is great.
As the purpose of all things in nature is to increase, so it is with the furry. They would we joined them and so they seek to overcome us. In alien forms they assault us. In sleep they come to spread doubt and fear among us. They would corrupt our hearts and see us yiff, too. Trust them not

nor suffer them to live.

For each furfag destroyed is a soul freed from eternal bondage. Each mortal furry life extinguished is an /i/nsurgent soul raised to glory. Thus, our

eternal destiny is written in the blood of the furfag.
With box and tampon destroy the furfag. With pizza and Koran smash the furfag. With credit card hacks and searing Mormons scatter the furfag to the stars. With gore and dataforce and bandwidth rape, with hax and AIDS and Jehovahs, with yellow vans and steroids!

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all!

As my Master told it me I now tell it thee that thou shalt tell others in thy turn.
In an internet of a million sites, what is the death of one site in the cause of purity? Some may question your right to destroy ten billion furfags.

Those who understand realize that you have no right to let them live.

In other news Operation dA Storm.

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