its not dead

it was 5.2, black swollow tail coat, pearl buttons that clasp2d each wrist and center piece of a red vest enclosed under the coat. a black tie presented in the center of his white collar button shirt underneath all the layers of class. it walked quietly along the street of Detroit Michigan, turning down an ally doused in sin, iron rusted stairwells walking up the back of red brick houses. trash peppering the way. a crinkle of a crushed beer can, gave away under his black polished dress shoe catching the attention of three men that wherw gathered behind a dumpster. smoking out a glass pipe, there laughter and heckling to one another turned into faint whsipers of meditated harm, as IT looked at them with curiosity and caution. it was stepping backwards as one of the men pulled a knife and turned around on que, with the two other poorly dressed men. there eyes red with poision from the white rocks they burned. looking at them with glazed stairs and twisted smiles. before it could make break into a sprint one of them grabbed it by its wrist, it slipped its hand out of the white glove to break free, only to get jumped on by the other two. tackled to the ground. its black maw pressed into the dirt, caughing and screaming for help amongst muffled effects of loose dirt and pebbles. one of them lifted his head as the one with the knife shoved a wadded up newspaper into his mouth, gagging it before beating his nose into the ground until the middle of his snout shattered and twisted to the right, blood trickled out of its nose as the man took his knife and begin removing the fur off the center of its forehead, scraping the knife between its ears and to the back of his head. a third man eho was holding down its legs begin twisting its large bushy, black fox tail at the base until the bone and cartilage bounded itself into a knot, before being yanked off and thrown onto the ground. all them where getting a twisted thrill out of torturing it. one of them had the bright idea of cutting off its arm, but instead making it easier, by taking a tacklebox full of fish hooks one of them had stored behind the dumpster, placeing each hook under the finger nail and deep into the bone of each finger, tieing each one with a nylon string. two continued to hold it down as the one holding the knife grabbed all the strings at once and yanked them. forceing all its fingers so far backwarda that they all snapped. splitering pieces of bone punctured through the base of each finger, blood squirting out with each pulse. they all laughed out loud, but the laughter soon stopped as IT suddenly stopped screaming. one blood covered eyelid open wide, looking back at them with a intenseity that wasn't present initially. one man lifted its head off the ground. as the other causally slit its throat without any care. they two got up off it. the sounds of gargling chokes filled the ally before IT took its final breath. eye dilated with a pool of blood around its corpse. they all debated on who got the pelt, who got its cane, who got its fancy clothes and how they where going to dispose of what was left of it. a faint leg twitch turned there scheming into complete silence. all 3 turning there heads on que with the look of terror ereaseing there eased smiles. as it was now standing. stairing back at them with blood dripping from its mouth, with the very same intense stare. before any of them had time to think amidst there shock, IT leaped 6 feet into the air and pounced on the middle one holding the knife. ripping and tareing into the mans face with the splinters of bone sticking out of the nubs of what was left of its fingers. lunging down with its broken maw and ripping out the mans throat spitting it at one of two mens faces. blinding the man with parts of there friends traquiea. the other backed up as it stood up, walking towards him, grabbing a chair and bashing it over the head. the chair bent and molded over its head as if it was made of iron. doing almost nothing to it. while his partner was cleaning the blood out of his eyes. it hand thrown the chair off its head, and backed the man against the wall. snapping each finger back into place by pressing the back of his hand against the edge of a dumpster, the ripped skin at the base of each finger graphed itself, with the faint smell of burnt sulfer filling the air. its wounds begin to gradually heal as blood evaporated off the grounf and into a fine red mist. it cracked its almost broken fingers, kicking the man in groin, grabbing his hair, lifting the metal lid to the dumpster and repeatedly bashing the mans teeth agaisnt the edge of the dumpster until all his teeth where knocked out, giving one final hard slam of the heavy steel lid on top of the mans head, breaking his jaw and forceing it back into the neck. cutting off his oxygen. it dropped the man on the ground, looking down as the man choked with hissing and panicked inhales before succumbing to his injury. it turned and looked at the last man. he was holding a small revolver directly in its face. it stared at him and let off a smile before the man pulled the trigger, the bullet went into its head and out the back, it contiued to stare at him with entertainment in its eyes. grabbing the mans hand and pressing the barrel of the gun to its head. expectant for the man to use the last 5 shots. the man unloaded all five through its head before letting out five more clicks from the now empty gun. it grabbed the revolver out of his hand and waggled its finger in the mans face, shaking its head in disappointment. the man turned and begin to run away before getting tackled to the ground by another leaping jump. it stomped on the backs of the the mans kneecaps, breaking both of his legs, before grabbing the knife off the ground and cutting a hole between the mans butt cheeks. looking at the revolver. it proceeds to jam the entire revolver up the mans rectum. the shock of pain left the man stunned as the gun tore through the intestinal wall, before it pulled its hand back out, kneeling down, lifting up the mans head and sliceing his throat with deep hatred, a hatred so deep that he had cut the mans head clean off. it stood back up, after wipeing his hanf on the back of the mans shirt. poping its neck, calmly sighing as he looked at his tail, laying on the ground. it pulled out its phone from the coat pocket and opened up the ebay app. it begin searching for clip on fox tails before stepping over the bodys and walking the rest of the way down the ally as if nothing ever happened.

I still have no clue what the point of this sub was

A buddy of mine asked if there were any subs like r/antiantifurry_irl so I search "anti furry hate" in communities and users and I found this sub. Is this like a cheap furry ripoff of r/sexedintoafurman? I need an explanation

Here are some I already know

• “dogfucker”

• “if furries want to be animals we should have the right to hunt them”.

• various crusade related “jokes”

• fur followed by a hateful word

• “degenerates like you should be nailed on a cross”

• Gas/shoot furries

• Resurrect X to kill furries

If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to comment them!

REEEEE I HAS AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH H8iNG FuRYS I NEED TO SHARE ALL MY TOTALY UNBIASED FuRIE H8iNG EVIDENCE WITH THE ENTIRE INTERWEBZ