The day finally arrives. I stand before the doors. Am I ready? For years, I've had the dream of becoming one of Tumblr's cursed eldritch lords. Pukicho. Gaud. Ginger Ale. Fish. Icons to my small mind. I step inside. The theater is packed. Everyone screaming. We all know that one comic about pukicho and how much money furry artists make. I decide it is my turn. Will I be remembered? Will I be good enough to stand out? I stand upon the closest stool I can find. And I speak
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