Struggle (Prolouge)
#1 of Struggle
Everyone remembers the day the sky turned green. Well at least I do. That ominous glow that resonated from the clouds. I was only a boy then, but so much has changed since that day, oh so much. They had told us not to look at the sky, but as the old saying goes, curiousity killed the cat. So I looked.
When I woke up I was really woozy, people were staring at me and I couldn't figure out why. At least not until I had gotten myself to a mirror. That day, I had gone from a boy... to a pup. My skin had been replaced with white fur, hands with paws, jaw with muzzle, and ears with... well... ears. I had become a Fur.
Tens of millions of other cases just like mine began arising all over the world. People changing into animals, and no body could find out why. The general consensus is the clouds. Something caused the clouds to turn green the way they had, and that same thing caused us all to become Furs. Be it radiation, supernatural, extraterrestrial, no one knows. All we do know is that it happened, and it can't be undone.
Shortly after 'The Clouds' as it's called now, all of the Furs were rounded up. Once they had us all in one place, they began shipping us, boat load by boat load, to an island off out in the center of the Pacific Ocean. They were exiling us, we didn't know why at the time, but it was because we were different... we werent 'normal'. That and because of the general fear and panic that we were radioactive, plus the fact that to most people we were considered monsters. Ignorant fucks.
That was close to 10 years ago today, like I said, alot has changed. This is no longer a random island anymore, now it is our home, our nation. Seeing as how no one had bothered to name it when we had been dropped off here, we all came to a agreement. This new place, this new land would be ours, and it would forever be known as, the Fur Nation.
We had established our own form of government, our own economy, and built our new lives from the ground up. We had truly taken this act of hatred, and turned it into the best thing that could have ever happened to us. Things had been going rather peacefully here for a long time, up until we had the incident. Some humans had boated over here, not to see what it was like, they came to hunt us.
After all we were just animals to them, so when they had found a family of deer, they took aim. Incidents like this began occuring more and more often. Killing us then skinning us for our fur. Disgusting. After about a year of these atrocities, someone, had finally gotten fed up with it. His name was Bradley, and he is the fur that fought back.
Another boat with more hunters had come, a small group of about 5 people. Bradley was waiting, he had stolen a shotgun from another group of hunters a while back and was more then willing to use it. He killed all 5 of them, blew them away, they never saw it coming. Bradley sailed their boat back to the humans and threw their corpses on the beach in front of about 300 terrified humans. Then he came home, but what he didn't know is, he was simply the first in the line boats that were coming here.
After he had returned, we celebrated, finally a break from all of the 'hunting'. We had only begun to celebrate when we noticed huge military ships come to our shores. And we had only just begun to run and hide when the U.S. Military kicked down our doors. They beat us, killed us, and some soldiers did even more unspeakable things to us. No one will ever forget that day, the day we saw our hero Bradley, burned alive in front of our very eyes.
That was about 3 years ago, since then, we have been rather busy. Building things and preparing mostly, nothing too special. All I know is I'm a 21 year old Timber Wolf, I'm in my physical prime, and I am proud to be who I am. Now, since 'Bradley', we have all been planning something, something huge. Something that is going to redeem us, bring our pride back. I myself plan on helping as much as I can before I either die, or we achieve our goal.
You see, they attacked us, just because we killed 5 humans. The hunters killed at least 700 of us and they didn't do shit about it. How fair is that? So this is where I say, it's time to have some equality. This is where we stand up, and show we aren't afraid. This, is where we practice our rights of, very overdue and well deserved self defense. My name, is Jake Perkett, and I am a Fur Nation Soldier.
This... *ker-chuck* ...is our struggle.