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 a /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 raep, with hax and AIDS and jehovas, 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.

The first video is what we at the Bureau call, a typical “Blue Rose” case.

First, notice that the TV is OFF, but the dial on the TV is tuned to channel 13. This is indicative of a brother, or perhaps a close cousin – maybe prison is involved.

Notice that the person was wearing a RED DRESS and had a “sour” look on her face. You may run into some friction, someone has a grudge against the Department, so keep your nose clean.

She seems to be doing some sort of dance. The plural of “dance” is “dances”, but notice that she’s only doing ONE dance. That means there is ONE more person you need to deal with in this case.

The blue-rose design on the bed sheets…

well…

…I can’t tell you about the blue rose.

As far as the question to whether or not the voice-over is Torley Linden, look at the suitcase beneath the TV – does it even look vaguely like a watermelon? No, it’s the same typical suitcase like every traveler owns. The Katana sword on the bed – it’s handle was clearly black and white – not lime green and magenta. That is a major clue right there.

Before watching the next two videos, I went outside and chucked rocks at a chalkboard for a few hours. But sadly, Diane, the bleach that I had rubbed into my eyes had started dissolving my retinas, so I was unable to visually examine the last two films.

But I did have a startling vision of a midget AV – due to lag, he was moving in a sporadic zig-zag pattern, and was using an unusual sound modulation filter in voice chat that makes you sound like you’re talking backwards. Either that, or he had his mic’s echo prefs set incorrectly in windoze. I’m getting a raging clue from that one, Diane.

So, although I came to SecondLife for a routine investigation, I’m quickly growing fond of the place. The pie here is out of this world – there’s nothing like the taste of cherry pie when it mingles with sausage grease and cigarette coffee!

I think I’ll be continuing my investigation here for some time to come. Forward all my mail Diane, I’ll be staying at the Friendship House in the Pine Lodge from here on in. I understand that bubble gum I like is coming back in style.

Speaking of similarities, didn’t you guys already post a story containing a YouTube video of this particular fursuiter? http://www.secondlifeherald.com/slh/2007/02/hawt_rl_furry_a.html

Same mouth moving stuff, girl furry prancing about, and wearing lingerie.

So who’s the Herald writer who keeps perusing the fursuit videos?

Yea, YouTube is the shit… but what’s up with the new comment rating mechanism O_o