Dan: It's gonna be a continues cycle if all of...that continues.
But Getting them fixed won't help all that much. I mean, it would a little, but it'd be better if they'd spend the neutering money on building a no-kill shelter or making on the the shelters a no-kill shelter and fixing it up so it can hold more dogs.
Well, that wouldn't really work, as the money needed to keep the dogs alive for the rest of their lives (considering no one's adopting them) is much more than what is needed to simply neuter one. :c
I'm not entirely sure of the conversation before, but Antagonist is right. Depending on the age of the dog, a no kill shelter could have them for years and years. Neutering ensures that unwanted puppies don't occur, thus making sure that more dogs don't end up in the shelter.
Nice Kitami. I've been listening to score music myself.
that tree makes me miss the tree in front of my parent's house. it was a 20 year old weeping willow tree. but it got termites and had to be ripped out :( It was so nice to rest under..
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Behold the monster bunny!
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At the end of the year 1915, the British Crown secretly created a special force tasked with refurbishing the Nation's treasury for the Great War after it continued far beyond what was anticipated and nearly bought Britain to bankruptcy.
This newly fledged force was born the next year in the Grey Hare's Burrow, a disaffected prison and had as members various British felons previously condemned to execution. The prisoners were offered a chance to prolong their lives in exchange for stealing and extorting money from enemy nations, therefore taking advantage of the chaos of war and refilling the Kingdom's coffers.
The project was a success until the War ended.
As soon as the last peace treaty was signed, His Majesty George V decreed that the project was to be terminated and ordered the MI5 to round up the prisoners into the prison and seal all the exit, condemning the prisoner to a long and painful death for their service and insuring that the project would never be brought to light.
That was not to be, however, as three of these prisoners were skillful indeed. One was a powerful witch, as skilled in her witchcraft as she was in subterfuge, as she managed to keep her arcane powers from all until that grave moment. The second was a masterful surgeon, his madness but fuelling his surgical genius. The third was a brilliant engineer and was not afraid to blend machine to flesh in what he called perfection. Those three decided to collaborate, aided by the fury and growing madness of their fellow unfortunates.
Until death they planned, carved, crafted and wrote their last hope of life. It took days until their food reserves were consumed, and a week after that for their water source to go stale and still they slaved over their creation until their dying breath... and even after it left their parched lips. Indeed, they created a golems made of the corpse of their comrades, crafted by both machinery and surgery and given life by dark magic. They linked their psyche to the newly made golems and proceeded to crawl their abominable vessel to the surface, intent on finding more suitable vessels for themselves and their comrades, still bound to the sealed prison.
Soon enough, they came upon what seemed to be a circus troupe headed their way. This one would do nicely, they thought. Next came a ragtag troupe of actors, both groups easily overpowered by the creatures and brought to the prison, soon assimilated to the now hive-like mind of the prisoner's spirits.
The addition of these artistes brought on a new interest in all, and soon the idea of recreating the doomed project in their new image had all involved in a flurry of activity, greed and excitement. They now knew how they would both get their lives back and live like royalty!
An hitch in their plans soon appeared, however, as it seemed that not only golems were the sole beings capable of containing the now massive mind of dozens of individual, but those golems were fast rotting, prompting the engineer and the witch to make an emergency vessel out of an old typewriter and the surgeon to send the golems to a neighbouring orphanage, kidnapping it's young wards and bringing them to the prison and miraculously finding a few who could read.
A few years passed with the only the literate and clever surviving and flourishing in the inhospitable lair of the newly made Grey Hare Society.
And thus our story starts, as the now young adults finally graduating from the school of petty theft for their subsistence and entering into the most critical and most likely fatal chapter of their lives.
Last edited by Artsydaze; 05-20-2012 at 07:00 AM..
