the monstrous seven-eyed Badger of communism.
they/them, 27, nightmare queermagedon.
my tabletop blog, direbadger. check it out if you like D&D, Pathfinder, etc. my art blog, koboldgayfeather. It's a labor of love. my furaffinity, taxideinae, which is NSFW and honestly on hiatus.
imagine you’re some guy and you’re going through the woods one day and you stumble upon a house and the people who live there just give you free food and eventually let you inside and it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before and the people are so nice and loving towards you and then one day they decide to never let you leave again, steal your balls, and give you a stupid fucking hair cut
i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven’t had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there’s somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they’re the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they’re possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can’t tell me that.
on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they’re free for all the town to pick whenever they’d like.
someone comes up behind us. It’s the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn’t Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren’t making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don’t do piracy or something ok please
