You wanna hear a war story, little buddy? I’ll tell ya one from my day. Back in the Great War, I was a double agent. I fought for the gamers, but I was gathering intel for the furries. I sent it back to my commanders over radio at the end of each night. The gamers caught me, and subjected me to thirty days of imprisonment and torture. I never budged. Not even when they fed me nothing but stale, store-brand chips and sticky, flat soda. Not even when they made me play their video games for them while their soldiers marched against my county. It was hell, I tell ya what. But I didn’t tell ‘em nothing. They couldn’t get a peep outta me. Once the war was done and the fighting stopped, they were forced ta let me go. I donned my fursuit with pride that day. But I’ve never been the same since the war ended. I lost everything. My family, my friends, my dignity. War is hell, kiddo. War is hell.