It irks me deeply that I did not name myself MajorFluffAss. My ass is infact, incerdibly fluffy, far fluffier than all you patchy fured pesants. My rump glistens with a thousand hairs whiter than new fallen snow while yours is a barren wasteland prone to often and violent mudslides. However I will not be changing my name (If it is possible i've only been a member for about two minutes) for I must embrace my military rank in the ass fluff army with dignity and suberviancey.

Backstory: I wasn't always a deer. I used to be a human that lived by a mysterious forest. The old people of my town would warn the young children "Don't go into the forest! For once you enter, you shall never return!" There were many legends of the forest, ranging from creepy ghost stories to tales of carefree majestic creatures similar to centaurs. Never-the-less all of these folktales warned the children to steer clear of the forest. I guess the warning never really worked on me.

It was a cool summer's evening and I was walking back home from school. At school I was bullied by students and teachers alike, and at home I was bullied by my auntie (my parents vanished and were assumed to be dead when I was three).