whenever the subject turns to greymuzzles or paleofurries, I picture them and I collectively as a horde of world-scouring eldritch abominations which were somehow, against all odds, vanquished so that the new world could be born and flourish; and that I alone of them managed to survive into this time, a monster playing the role of a mortal, masked by the impossibility of my existence, renouncing my former allegiance and drawing upon my unspeakable knowledge in order to bring light
I'm mostly tired.
The alt.fan.furry and alt.lifestyle.furry wars still echo even as much as the lifestylers thankfully have (mostly) won.
E: 26 years...
A comment seemed confused so here's my vague memories of the Fan-Lifestyler divide that broke apart the furry fandom in the 90s. This started well before I showed up, so I don't really know all the details personally and may be misrepresenting things. But basically it was an ancient Usenet culture and flame war in the furry fandom that was going on when I first got involved in high school about 26 years ago now.
I have definitely become the cringe lifestyler that most of the people I hung out with on forums back in the day would've found very, very annoying


