Author's Note: I'm obligated to warn you certain topics contain within this chapter will result in A LOT of hate. Then again, I did warn you about this via the story's summary. However, I'd like to thank 0P3RaGh05T for pointing out a couple things which need to be addressed before proceeding with the chapter.
First, this chapter makes references to the age old practices of inbreeding, harems, and sexual deviances. I DO NOT CONDONE SUCH ACTS!
Secondly, human inbreeding, while disgusting and abhorrent, was practiced at one time. As was keeping harems. There are historical documents verifying this. Just search historical inbreeding via whatever engine you use. Listverse has a list of TEN infamous families riddled with incestuous unions. Harems are kind of self-explanatory.
Third, these characters are ANTHROPOMORPHIC ANIMALS. Meaning: animals given humanistic qualities and characterizations, but still ANIMALS. Plus, animals have been known to practice inbreeding. It's uncommon, but still occurs.
Finally, human inbreeding has been referenced in literary works such as Edgar Allan Poe's Fall of the House of Usher (The family tree does not fork), as well as others. It can also be found in works such as Oedipus, and the Holy Bible. (Yes, it's there.)
Again, I DO NOT CONDONE SUCH PRACTICES. THESE ARE SIMPLY DETAILS WHICH WILL HAVE MORE RELEVANCE LATER IN THE STORY.
Also, for those of you that haven't figured it out yet: This story is a much darker, twisted, macabre AU than what you'd typically find. Remember, you were warned via the story's summary. So, you have no right to complain about how I write this. If you need a reminder, reread the story's summary in the listing.
Now, on with the show.
Chapter One: Their "Official" First Encounter, or One Week Later
The laughter, chimes of glassware clinking together, and music from the live orchestra were nothing except white noise in the background for Nicholas P. Wilde. All his senses were tuned into the bunny doe currently dancing with the deplorable jackrabbit buck she had accompanied to the event. Even as his best friends, Finn and Skye, spoke to him, Nick's attention was solely on her, on Judith L. Hopps.
While attending such social functions wasn't his preferred pastime, Nick was most grateful Finn and Skye had talked him into it. Since their first encounter a week ago, Nick had locked himself away in his apartment, refusing to entertain the mere concept of seeing anyone who wasn't Judy. Skye had only just managed to convince him after explaining Jack Savage would be present. Which meant Judy would undoubtedly be as well.
"Isn't she lovely?" Nick whispered. "Isn't she beautiful?" His eyes followed her every movement, studying the footwork she exhibited while dancing. Not caring if he sounded like some lovestruck fool, Nick added, "She's truly a goddess among mortals."
Finn and Skye couldn't stop themselves from rolling their eyes. Ever since the doe had entered, Nick hadn't shut up about her. It was a stark contrast to his normal demeanor and disposition. If forced to hear any more, the two were certain they'd fall violently ill.
The sound of thunderous applause echoed throughout the room, drawing everyone's attention toward the massive lion standing at the podium up front. Next to the lion stood a rather small sheep and a mammal whose species was an utter mystery to everyone except Nick. The lion was Leodore Lionheart the Eight, a descendant of a founding father, and mayor of Zootopia. Dawn Bellwether, the ewe beside him, was his assistant mayor. However, the third mammal's presence was what drew everybody's attention.
It was obviously apparent he was a type of canid, but which couldn't be ascertained. He shared numerous markings with a myriad of different canine species and breeds. At his silent command, the partygoers fell quieter than a cemetery. Gesturing for Lionheart to proceed, the mammal stepped back against the wall behind him.
"Thank you, Ser Marrok Kaine." Lionheart expressed. "Greetings to all of you, as well. I'm pleased to see so many influential members of Zootopia's elite present tonight. You can all thank Chief Bogo and his officers for the outstanding security." Clearing his throat, the lion stated, "I've invited you all here tonight to witness history in the making. My assistant mayor, Dawn Bellwether, will be announcing the names of the small-sized mammals which will comprise the next class of ZPA recruits."
As Lionheart stepped aside to allow Bellwether to ascend a miniature staircase, the ewe's eyes locked with those of Nicholas Wilde. Prior to the party, the tod had informed her of an additional name she was to announce. Although, she had reservations about the mammal in question, Bellwether couldn't deny his request. After all, he had provided most of her support during the election. Gazing over the other attendees, she spotted the bunny doe whose name had gotten added via Mr. Wilde's request.
"Much like the mayor, I'd like to thank you all for attending today." Bellwether told the gathered mammals. "As you all know, the Mammal Inclusion Initiative was previously met with strong opposition. We had a number of government officials which sought to undermine it. Some even went as far as rejecting applicants based on speciesism-oriented bias. It was with the help of Ser Marrok Kaine that these mammals were immediately removed and replaced." Raising the list of names into the air, Bellwether declared, "This is the list of our first class made up of small-sized mammals. Each has been properly vetted. Some were even sponsored. So, without further ado, I shall now announce them."
Name after name was announced to those attending. After each a round of applause was given while the mammal named approached to stand in front of the stage. If an applicant had a sponsor, that mammal would stand behind them. 25 names were called, out of 27.
"Applicant number 26: Mason Coon." Bellwether announced. "Finally, applicant number 27, who would appear to have two separate sponsors. Applicant 27: Judith Laverne Hopps. She's sponsored by Mr. Nicholas Piberius Wilde and Ser Marrok Kaine."
There was dead silence within the room as the words echoed in the minds of each attendee. Then, an uproar exploded in its wake. Silence once again reigned when Ser Marrok Kaine snapped the digits of his right paw. Taking over at the podium, he looked out at them all.
"I would suggest," Ser Kaine began. "That each of you bear in mind the decision to sponsor Ms. Hopps was ours to make, and not yours. Should you have a legitimate issue, I'll be more than happy to silence them myself. I'm sure Mr. Wilde feels the same. Wouldn't you agree, Nicholas?"
"Indeed." Nick stated as he approached the stage. Falling into position beside Marrok, Nick said, "All of you are aware Ser Kaine and I don't give a single, pardon my crudeness, fuck about public perceptions. None of you have any say in what decisions we make, nor why. So, kindly shut your maws. Now, if you'd please take your place amongst the other accepted applicants Ms. Hopps, we'll finish this and get on with our lives."
Legs moving before she was consciously aware of it, Judy took her position with the others who had had their names called. She saw Jack's expression of total shock at this unexpected development. Over the past week, they hadn't gotten along well. The sole reason she had even accepted the invitation he offered was due to hoping Mr. Wilde would also be attending. Sure, Judy had danced with Jack, but she always imagined it was the tod instead.
As the party started to die down, mammals slowly made their way home. There were some stragglers who remained, most of them wishing to congratulate the newest ZPA recruits. Judy couldn't remember ever shaking so many hooves and paws. Jack stood off to the side, waiting for her to finish. He went to escort her home but froze as the last mammal he ever expected moved to stand before her.
"I must admit Ms. Hopps, it would seem you've caused quite a stir." Nick stated in lieu of greeting. "I'm looking forward to seeing you excel at the academy. Hopefully, you'll rank well enough to get assigned to Precinct One with Old Buffalo Butt."
"Thank you, Mr. Wilde." Judy replied. "I hope to prove you weren't mistaken about sponsoring me. Could I inquire the reason for it? I don't believe you simply stubbled across such information."
Instead of giving her a straight answer, Nick smiled and said, "Mr. Savage. I do believe an apology is in order. Had you explained more clearly about how things were meant to go last week, I would've set aside some time for joining in a meal. Unfortunately, an urgent matter made itself known rather unexpectedly. How about you and Ms. Hopps accompany me to a midnight showing of Don Juan Triumphant? Consider it my way of compensating you."
Before Jack could speak, Judy answered, "We'd love that." She sent Jack a glare, as if threatening him to say anything. Seeing the smirk on Nick's muzzle, she found to keep hers straight.
An hour later, Jack was pacing angrily around Judy and Kris's apartment living room. He didn't shout, not believing it would solve anything. Instead, the jackrabbit remained relatively calm as he spoke. "Do you know how embarrassing I find it? For you to answer a question directed at me? I feel emasculated. I've worked hard, really hard, to earn the respect needed to even attend such events. You just shot all my hard work to Hell."
"Well, I, for one, don't like when a buck makes the decision without even asking me. I can think for myself, Jack. I also know you would've told him no." Judy glared at the buck. "Besides, aren't we on a break? I only attended because you came begging me to attend as your Plus One. You just went on and on about how it would make a good impression if your clients saw a doe on your arm."
"Are you going to sit there and tell me you had no knowledge that what else happened tonight would take place?" Jack asked accusingly. "When did you even apply? I thought you were working at Mr. Otterton's flower shop. What were you even thinking? Don't you understand how dangerous being a cop is on a regular basis?"
"I want you to leave right now, Jack." Judy stated. "Go. Get out. Don't even bother calling me again." Pointing at the door, she added, "Delete my contact info, too."
Staring at her in bewilderment, Jack queried, "Are you serious, Judy? What about your parents? Have you even considered what they'd think about this?"
"I don't care, Jack." Judy retorted. "I haven't spoken to them since they had me admitted to the Bunnyburrow Psychiatric Asylum. I don't want anything to do with them. They thought electroshock therapy would cure me of my, as Stu put it, 'differentness'. Well, they can burn in Hell for eternity for all I care. Now, get the fuck out."
Kris came out of her bedroom after the front door slammed shut. Moving to sit beside Judy, the otter wrapped a paw around the doe. "Well, that sucks balls. Want to watch bad movies and eat ice cream with me?"
Bursting into laughter, Judy said, "Sure. That sounds nice." Stripping herself of the godforsaken dress, Judy simply stayed in her underwear. "So, I'll be reporting to the ZPA soon." the doe revealed halfway through 'The Darwin Awards'.
Kris choked on the spoonful of ice cream as she went to squeal in delight. "Oh, goodness gracious. That's awesome. When did you find out? At the party? It had to be at the party. Oh, this is so cool. My bestie is going to fulfill her dream. Dad's going to flip his lid when he finds out though. He's really like having you working for him. I'm probably going to be watching bad movies nude with him tomorrow evening thanks to this."
Judy couldn't recall ever laughing so hard in her life as Kris started acting out what she thought would happen tomorrow night. If Judy didn't know better, she'd think Kris was a comedian. However, sadly, that wasn't the case, as Judy well knew.
Despite how she acted, Kris didn't have it easy. Not by a longshot. Kris had moved out of her parents' place when she was only 17 after Mrs. Otterton learned about all the males sneaking in and out of the young otter's bedroom late at night. Although she didn't look it, Kris was quite a sex fiend. Judy had made the same discovery about a month after the two became roommates, stumbling in on the orgy Kris was hosting with males and females of all species that could fit inside their shared apartment. While she wasn't loose, Kris did enjoy trying everything when it came to sex, but there were things she only did with those she trusted explicitly.
On the other end of the spectrum, Judy was still a virgin, pure and untouched. It wasn't as if Judy enjoyed the fact she was a 24-year-old virgin, but such a thing was extremely uncommon for a bunny doe. Her sister Jo had engaged in sex only seconds of becoming 15. Still, a part of Judy felt it was important to hold onto her virginity. After all, it's something you could only ever give one person. At that thought, a mental image of Nick entered Judy's mind.
Meanwhile, across the city, Nick was also thinking of Judy. The thought of having her with him was enough. At least, for now. Nick ran a single claw down Skye's spine, causing the vixen to arch her back in pure pleasure. Her wrists and ankles were securely bound, leaving her spread-eagled on the bed of Nick's playroom. If it wasn't Skye, Nick knew he wouldn't even be there. However, she and Finn had done him a solid. Therefore, he had to repay them in whatever way they desired of him. Finn was currently zoned out of his mind as the grey fox tod Nick paid rutted his ass in another room. Skye refused to have anyone other than Nick touch her in this way. Normally, it was she who was dominate, but whenever she needed to be dominated, Skye always turned to Nick. He was the one who opened her up to the pleasures submission provided. So, it only made sense he be the one she trusted to treat her correctly. Though, Nick would have preferred Judy being in Skye's place instead.
"You've been such a good little bitch, Skye." Nick murmured sensually. Trailing a claw across her jawline, Nick added, "I've got a special present for you as a reward. I gave you that first taste of how erotic it is to be a submissive slut, but now I'm going to break you." Turning to the door, Nick commanded, "You can enter now, Officer Howlett."
Skye peered over her shoulder in fear and intrigue. While she trusted Nick, Skye was afraid of this new development. Seeing the massive wolf step into the room, she just about orgasmed right there. He was HUGE, and the poor thing looked as if though he was on the verge of bursting right then and there. A knot ring was secured to his cock, keeping him at full mast and without a chance of relief. Skye would've asked if he were alright, but the ball gag kept her from doing so.
"Allow me to introduce Officer Howlett." Nick told Skye. "I've left him like that for…about a month now, I think. He's been such a good boy though, he also deserves a reward. So, I'll be rewarding the both of you together. Officer Howlett, here's the key to unlock your knot ring. However, you're only permitted to use it once you're tied to her. Have fun." Tossing the aforementioned key to the wolf officer, Nick left the room. What he found in his living room was a total surprise.
"Good evening, Nicholas." Marrok greeted from Nick's recliner, a glass of absinth in paw. "I apologize for entering without permission, but you seemed rather busy at the time." Pointing to the couch, he said, "Have a seat. We have much to discuss concerning Ms. Hopps." Once Nick had obeyed, Kaine stated, "I've kept a close eye on you, Nicholas. You've been more active since the encounter with her at Wilde Gourmet last week. While I'm happy for you, the clandestine negotiations are not appreciated. If you intend to continue, please keep me informed along the way. It'll save me the migraines."
"I meant no disrespect, Ser Kaine." Nicholas replied. "Next time, I'll be sure to contact you before doing anything. Can I ask why you of all mammals chose to sponsor her for the ZPA? You're not normally one for politics."
Taking a sip of his drink, Marrok stated, "You've existed for what? A few millennia? I've existed for infinite eternities. I've experienced history firstpaw. This? This is a game changer, Nicholas. Your doe is the catalyst we've needed for forever. She'll change the world, turn it on its head, invert it. How do I know this? Because, I've seen it happen before. Only now, I don't know the end result. That is what intrigues me more than anything else. If the price I must pay is playing the political minigame, it shall be done."
"Where exactly do I fit into all this?" Nick questioned. "Obviously, I'm a part. What purpose do I play?"
"That is yet to be determined." Marrok answered. Setting his glass down, the mutt stood. "You must keep her safe, Nicholas. This city, it isn't kind. If given the opportunity, it'll devour her whole." Extracting a cigarette from his pocket, Marrok lit it by snapping his digits. "Besides, they are still out there, waiting to strike at us from the shadows. Should they discover any weakness, it will be exploited."
"You think they'll go after her?" Nick inquired, concerned. He didn't want to think about what would happen should they get ahold of Judy. She didn't deserve to be put through anything like what he had while at their mercy.
Marrok didn't respond verbally. His expression was all the answer required. Walking around Nick, the mutt paused only upon reaching the door. "Remember, Nicholas. This war of ours never ended. It simply faded into the background. Don't drop your guard even for an instant. Especially around Judy. After all, if she dies, you will as well." With that, he was gone.
Over in Savanna Central, Jack Savage was splashing his muzzle with water. Straightening, the jackrabbit stared at his reflection in the mirror. He let out a heavy sigh. Grabbing his phone, Jack dialed a phone number given to him by an acquaintance a month ago.
"Hello? Is this Mrs. Stu Hopps?" Jack queried. "Oh, good. Ma'am, my name is Jonathan Savage, but most simply call me Jack. Listen, I'm calling about your daughter. No, Judith. Yes, I'm aware of the situation. Actually, it's why I'm calling. Well, her application to attend the Zootopia Police Academy was accepted." Jack wandered around his house as he conversed with the older doe. Simply from the first few moments of their conversation, Jack became very aware of what type of mammal she was, and he could no longer fault Judy's description of her. Clearly, Mrs. Hopps was a control freak, a traditionalist, and maybe even a purist.
"Look, Mrs. Hopps. I called you in hopes of getting advice on how to convince her it would be better if she stopped this foolishness. However, it seems your daughter was right about you. Goodbye." Ending the call, Jack couldn't believe how accurate Judy had been when describing her mother. He felt bad now, because inadvertently, his actions had told her mother where she was. "Damnit."
In Bunnyburrow, Bonnie Hopps returned the receiver of her landline telephone to its proper place. Frowning deeply, she muttered, "So, Judy's in Zootopia. That girl is more trouble than she's worth. Still, once she sees exactly how difficult it is, she'll come running home. Then, Judy will behave like a proper doe."
"You think so?" Stuart Hopps questioned. "I don't. She's just like you; headstrong, stubborn as Hell, and perseverant. Wouldn't surprise me if she makes it through."
"Shut up, Stu." Bonnie ordered. "By the gods, if you don't shut up, I'll send you to Gideon again." The doe held his cheek in her paw. "I do love you dearly, but sometimes I just want to kill you. Now, be a good little buck for me and gather the kits for a late dinner."
Stu ran off to obey, but his thoughts returned to Judy. His wife had become a rather cold female ever since Judy openly defied their traditions. It also left him in-between a rock and a hard place. Stu considered asking his father-in-law about all of this, but the old buck didn't really talk much. So, Stu wondered if it had anything to do with the family history his in-laws had.
Prior to their marriage, Bonnie's maiden name was Meadows. They were an old family, dating back hundreds of years before the current era. The Meadows were infamous for inbreeding amongst themselves. Bonnie was the first to take a mate outside her family since a cousin nearly a thousand years ago. Even now, her decisions were based on what was best for the Meadows family rather than their own.
The buck also understood how Judy's defiance put Bonnie in a tough spot. When Judy was five, Bonnie had negotiated a covenant marriage contract in which she was to marry one of her brother Stanton's sons. Judy's outright refusal had caused a major rift between the two, and it wasn't getting any better with time. Although Stanton was the most understanding of the Meadows, the others weren't very willing to accept such a union wouldn't happen. After all, it was tradition.
Old Buckford Meadows, Bonnie's father, had moved into the Hopps burrow following the death of his wife. Stu didn't really hate the male, he always provided more than enough help when needed. However, knowing that a fair number of his daughters were carrying the old buck's future kits did make him sick to his stomach. When Stu had finally initially confronted the old buck, a brawl had occurred, which resulted in Stu's victory. As a reward for it, Buckford promised to not lay a paw on any of Stu's daughters. That didn't stop the old buck from rutting Bonnie in Stu's bed, with him right next to them.
It was a horrible reality, but it was the only one Stu now knew. Difficult as it was to accept, Stu didn't bother fighting it anymore. Especially since Bonnie threatened to divorce Stu should he try and interfere again. Divorce was a rather massive cultural stigma in Bunnyburrow. Often, it was viewed as the buck's fault for not providing like they should. Plus, with the Meadows family involved, Stu didn't stand a chance of convincing anyone otherwise.
The only solace Stu had in any regard to this came in the oddest form imaginable: Alice Meadows. The doe had told Stu prior to his marriage it would break him, but he hadn't listened. Over time though, she would provide him with all the comfort needed to continue living. The two engaged in a one-night-stand which led to a little of kits whose parentage was kept secret. If it were found out, Stu's life would be in severe danger. Interestingly, Alice was proud of Judy for openly opposing the Meadows. Yet, for different reasons that only she knew.
Judith Laverne Hopps wasn't Bonnie's kit, but hers. The original Judith Laverne Hopps had perished in an unwitting accident, and Alice had simply 'replaced' the poor doe with one of her own kits. Bonnie never paid any attention to her kits anyway. So, she never noticed the difference. Alice had also never told Stu or Judy the truth. After eavesdropping on the phone call Bonnie had received, Alice smirked. Her greatest desire was about to reach fruition.
Back in Zootopia, as night began to fall, Ser Marrok Kaine walked the nearly deserted city streets. He had no set destination in mind. There wasn't a single iota of the city he hadn't already visited numerous times. He could still remember the exact moment the founders erected its first structure; a church. After eons, Zootopia still stood tall and proud. Yet, a malignancy had taken root in recent years. There were mammals determined to see the city fall into ruin. Marrok had defended Zootopia since its founding, and he'd continue to protect it so long as he drew breath.
Marrok halted upon realizing where he now stood. The mausoleum wasn't anything grand, not that those within cared one way or another, but to him it seemed to directly contrast their importance. Inscribed above the door was a single surname: KAINE. Stepping inside, Marrok let his gaze sweep over the vast multitude of names which adorned the otherwise smooth walls. Each name belonged to a relative, long deceased. Marrok wasn't the first of his family, nor was he the eldest surviving. Despite what Marrok claimed, it was his family's primogenitor, Aloysius Kaine, who held that particular honour. However, other names were from a more recent time, such as that of Thom Kaine, late father to the last scion of his direct bloodline.
Resting a paw on the wall, Marrok whispered, "I miss all of you. More than one could possibly imagine." Sliding his paw across the wall as he walked deeper into the crypt's depth, Marrok let himself remember their times together. None of his family were same-species unions. The Kaine family epitomized diversity. The slur 'mutt' didn't offend him it was the truth. He had ancestors of various species, from Maned Wolf to Painted Wolf and even trace amounts of Dire. The genetic diversity hadn't caused any issues in his family. Not until prejudice against crossbreeders reared its ugly muzzle anyway.
Coming to a halt before a certain stretch of wall, Marrok found his eyes immediately focusing on one name: Iozef Wilde. The male mates to female members of his family were often added if they prove themselves worthy. Iozef had married one of the two daughters Marrok sired long ago. Over countless millennia, that bloodline culminated into the last Wilde: Nicholas Piberius Wilde. Staring at the name of Nick's ancestor, his favorite son-in-law, Marrok pondered if he was at fault for the tod's current predicament.
Even after knowing Nick for all this time, Marrok hadn't revealed this bit of history. It wasn't fear that stopped him, but rather his inability to predict how the tod would handle it. Marrok wanted nothing more than to tell him. There was just so much which went along with it that Marrok didn't know how to even begin explaining everything.
Aloysius Kaine fell into place behind his distant descendant. "You're overthinking it." he expressed in a whisper. "When the time is right, you'll know how to tell him."
"How long have you been here?" Marrok inquired. "I didn't think you ever visited this place. Always scolding me for being sentimental."
"Long enough to read each name carved into the walls carefully." the elder canid answered. "Also, I don't scold you. I simply explain how you spend way too much time here." Heading further inside, Aloysius gazed upon the sole burial site within the mausoleum's interior. The name plaque was faded, but still partially visible. It read: Anastasia, Loving Mate and Mother, First Matriarch of the Kaine Bloodline. "Hello, Ana, my love." He bowed his head in respect.
Marrok did the same, but he raised his head after a pawful of seconds. He waited until Aloysius made his departure and followed suit. "When do you think they'll strike?" he asked. "It shouldn't be too much longer now, right? Things are proceeding more quickly than we've anticipated."
"You forget these aren't the same ones from that time." Aloysius stated. "They operate covertly, using subterfuge, deception, and subliminal manipulation nowadays. Like us they act from within the shadows. We must tread carefully from here on out."
Sighing, Marrok said, "So, the war between the Eternals and the Nulls continues." Glancing skyward, he prayed silently they managed to survive long enough to see the dawn of a new era. Seeing a shooting star streak across the sky, he couldn't stop the smile which overtook him.
End Note(s): Those of you who have come to hate me, I don't give a damn. You were warned, and you disregarded it. Call me a bastard all you want, but it was your decision.
For those of you who I've yet to offend, give it time. I'll get there eventually.
I know I'm coming across as a long list of profanities that I won't bother typing out. I couldn't care less, because I don't care at all. Why? To put it simply, it's just the way I am, and I won't change for anyone.
Should you wish to continue reading this story, you're more than welcome. If not, your choice. I won't promise you anything. Don't know if I'd keep it anyway.
If you're still reading this now, I will say this: You'll be offended, but that isn't my intention. I'm merely writing a story that you'll soon find is my way of expressing my perception of the world obliquely. It will get better, brighter, easier to accept. I'm writing not from my heart, but my mind, which is admittedly rather dark. However, our world isn't all sunshines and rainbows. It did have darker eras in history where tormentous acts of cruelty were the norm. People often forget that. I find no one really takes the time to consider anything about the time periods prior to recent history. There were days when tribes of warrior barbarians raped, pillaged, and slaughtered thousands. Yeah, it was long ago, but it still happened.
This story is meant to make you see how much history isn't like what you were taught in school. There's so much more they don't even bother teaching. It's not even funny. Will I insult you in some way? Undoubtedly, but not intentionally. Truth...it's relative to one's personal perception. What's true for one person isn't necessarily true for another. Take war for example. Both sides fight because they believe their side is right. Doesn't mean either is right or wrong. In the end, there's still pointless death of innocents.
I'm gonna sign off here. The next release is not yet determined. Should you decide to leave a scathing review, tear into me if you so desire, but I'll simply ignore it. I'm not technically writing this for anyone other than myself. Should you choose to leave a review that's more civil, I'll probably reply. No promises, no guarantees. Yes, I did ripoff 0P3RaGh05T's almost catchphrase there. He knows though, and I have his permission to use it. Just like I have his permission to post his story The Zootopian Directive.
Anyway, til whenever.