*The room breaks out in booming applause. Thousands of people are screaming, hollering, even the ones in the back are loud enough for you to hear. They all sing your praise. They will all remember your name.*


*Your speech is broadcasted across the country by news stations everywhere, praising you for sharing such a controversial, new opinion. People protest on the streets in your name. You start receiving hundreds of letters by people inspired by your new look on life as we know it. Your name is written in history books in a special chapter dedicated to you. People begin pushing you to run for president. You know what? Fuck it. You will.*


*You run under the Republican party, with your only promise being to eradicate furries. You’ve said it before.. ‘furry bad.’ Even Democrats vouch for you. The entire country is on your side. They want you in office. You win the election by a landslide.*


*Things were going so well until your inauguration ceremony. Right as you raise your right hand to recite the oath, you feel a sharp, stinging pain. Your vision immediately fades to black as your brain matter stains the ground behind you. You’ve been shot.*


*The shooter, chuckling in his neon rainbow fursuit, had one last thing to say before turning the gun on himself.*
*”Furry… good.”*