Ah the basement. The refuge of all who refuse to move out of the house for whatever reason.

Some of them are dreamers who just can't fit into proper society.

Some of them have potential, but due to personality quirks fame has escaped them.

And finally 99% of them are just downright pathetic losers that just fail at life.

So choose one of these basement dwellers and enjoy the desperation and horror of their tales! You may come to find that they are just like you. In fact chances are, you'll think someone wrote a biography about you!

The Anime Addict (And this one's for TEH LULZ!)

Look at you. You're pathetic.

You're over 18 and still living at home.

You have no job, no skills, and absolutely no future prospects!

But why bother pointing all this out? You know all of this already, but still choose to leech off of Mom's hard earned money.

You're a basement dweller.

Worse, you're an Anime loving basement dweller. Sure you could drop lower, but you're already just below the tapeworm as far as social scale is concerned. Even Trekkies rank higher.

Right now you've just received every anime DVD that you could buy with your mom's stolen credit card. She'll probably bitch at you later, but you figure you've got at least a week before she sobers up enough to find out. Until then, it's anime time! Tonight is the night that you start your journey to give yourself totally to anime. If you do, you will be forever chained to it…

However, that doesn't have to be your fate! There IS still hope for you! Somewhere within you there does exist something human. You COULD resist the anime! Do something else! Anything else!

Think about it. Is what is on those DVDs really going to be any different from what you've seen already? Seriously it's all the same anyway. Bunch of wide eyed pre-pubescent girls dressed in the latest pedowear while sucking on lollipops and effeminate fags who emo whine about how they're only half human and finding out that their true love is actually their long lost sibling.

I mean as much as we all like watching a bisexual half demon commit anal rape on his 12 year old sister every once in awhile, there comes a time where you just gotta say: "What the fuck am I doing? Half of this shit is inane and stupidly childish, and the other half is really fucked up and twisted. And some of it manages to combine the two halves. Two nukes really weren't enough for that country. I'm going to do something better with my life."

So is today that day you sad little freak?

You no! You love being a basement dwelling anime fan!

Jesus fucking Christ, if you're not even going to try to improve your position then what's the goddamn point? Don't you have even the slightest incentive to improve your miserable existence?

You said no! Why can't you accept you for who you are\?

No?

Alright then.

I'll save you the play by play details of your complete descent into degeneracy, but basically you move on past normal anime and you watch/sleep/eat/ and shit Hentai (Not necessarily in that order) for the next few months. You jerk off so much that your mom doesn't even bother washing your sheets anymore. In fact she doesn't even enter the basement if she can help it now.

You continue on this way for quite some time, discussing the intricacies of shitting dick nipple girls and tentacle rape with likeminded cohorts on the internet.

However the fact still remains, you're still a virgin and surprisingly somewhere within your sub humanoid body remains the yearning for a real live person. Who knew?

Unfortunately you've gotten to the point where any chance of getting a real woman are impossible, not to mention that you've conditioned yourself to a point where you wouldn't be able to even get it up for a "normal" woman anyway. Hell, it's debatable that you even still like females at this point.

While thanks to those wacky Japanese you've developed several fetishes, you have to admit that you've started to favor one over the rest.

So just what kind of pervert have you become?

You gimme a fursuit with a big ol' stupid fox head because you're proud to be a FUR FAG!

Being the pussy you are, this choice isn't really surprising, though this is probably safest out of some of the shit you could've gotten addicted to. Of course this pretty much means you've given up on the last vestiges of your heterosexuality, but having gay sex is probably the only way you're going to get any at this point.

However regular homo love just ain't gonna cut it for you. The moment you decided to prance around in a fur suit and jerk off to the shapely ass of a rabbit you embraced the life style of fur faggotry and all the abuse that comes with it.

Your status has just dropped even lower and even other basement dwellers you talk to online now think you're lame. You don't care though, because you find a site where your kind can freely talk to each other without the fear of being called a furfag. (Well okay the site gets trolled every other week, but it's still the best a fur fag like you can hope for)

Eventually you chat up some faggot that likes dressing up as a fucking cat. (His name is Tom) It's not a rabbit, but he actually lives in your state so he'll do! Fortunately this guy seems to have a little more money than you, so he offers to meet you at some hotel and pay for everything.

The day you leave to meet Tom, your mom just shakes her head regretting the day she was too drunk to fight off your dad's date raping that resulted in your conception that night.

When you get to the hotel that's when you meet Tom in all his furry glory. The two of you don't spend too much time talking; after all you two have been doing all the getting to know you stuff online. Now you're both just interested in hot furry love.

The pair of you furfags yiff it up and take turns sucking each others dicks and taking it up the ass. Your fursuits are taking a beating with all the cum, spit, blood and shit leaking out of various orifices, but after all is said and done the pair of you are happy. (If sore and chaffed)

You and Tom fall asleep in each others arms dreaming of a furry world…

The next morning you are both rudely and violently awakened.

"GET UP FURFAGS! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" a man in jet black riot gear yells.
"Phew! It smells like shit and wet dog in this motherfucker!" another remarks.
"Wha…" is all you can say before you're pulled out of the bed and dragged by your tail out of the hotel and thrown into a van. You see Tom try to fight back, but he's severely beaten and then two shots placed in his head.

You cry out and try to leave the van when you see this, but a rifle butt to your face prevents that plan. The door is then slammed shut. After shaken off the cobwebs you notice other furries in the van with you. That's when you swallow hard (Even more than last night) and realize what's going on and it's the day that all furries have feared would come.

THE FINAL FURSECUTION IS AT HAND!

Yes furfag, the world has finally had enough, and day of righteous cleansing has come! All of you degenerates are globally rounded up and placed into camps!

The executions go on through the night as furry bodies fall into mass trenches and the skies are gloriously filled with the black smoke of your burning fur and flesh.

Minutes before your own death you scream out wondering why nobody is stopping this, after all they stopped this for the Jews and everyone hates them!

Well you're forgetting one thing; Jews are actually useful, like being comedians and killing Arabs. Furries on the other hand are a pathetic waste of a zygote and serve no purpose other than to be fucking hanged.

"We will be remembered! You can't erase history!" you shout.
"Hah, we already are. Soon nobody will ever know about you fuckers ever again and the world will be thankful of that! Got any last words?"

You resign yourself to your fate, but still remain defiant in your last moments.

"I'm proud to be a Furry!" you exclaim before getting your brains splattered all over the place.

"Yiff in fucking Hell Furfag."