Alright hotshot you've had your fun with the essay question. Now riddle me this: what is your fursona and what role would they play in a casino heist
you know there's this thing about me, very similar to the fact that i don't have any tattoos, where i do not have a fursona. formally, logically, i understand all the reasons why people do both of these things--get tattoos, devise fursonas--but i lack whatever sense of identification or drive that makes you take the final step to "i'm gonna have these signs among all others marked upon my skin" or "this funny animal represents me in some general capacity and here's what they look like"
however i am pretty good at placing myself dispositionally within schema so from there i can work backwards and say that in the context of a fursona casino heist i am probably a cocaine-addled owl wearing a mortarboard and a disheveled white leisure suit and i know how to hack the CCTV system because (third act reveal) my father founded the company that installed it and i am the disgrace of his life, and i don't even care about the heist i'm just trying to fuck him over
if i do have a fursona it is probably an owlbear. i don't like yielding to some copyrighted bs but on the other hand this nonsense creature is the one that seems to capture what i see as the core aspects of My Deal: being huge, and wise, and vicious, and based on a cheap bootleg children's toy from Hong Kong
