Hi it's me again. I'm bored so I'm asking questions again.
So where'd you grow up or whatever?

Me, I originally come from the Detroit area, closer to downtown. But we got out when I was around 12 because it's just too much motherfucking bullshit. Ever since I grew up in Rural Michigan and I love it. But I think Montana would be better.

How 'bout you?

nah man i'm foreign so like

yeah

Hell, MI.
Not really.
All I can really say is that I am from the the south.
... the deep south.

The province Friesland, which lies in the north of the Netherlands. That's as close as I'm willing to go with my personal information in public.

The province Gelderland, which lies in the middle of the Netherlands. That's as close as I'm willing to go with my personal information in public.

Following Hudson's statement, I'll give this: my town is great for it's wind, even in the middle of summer you will feel a refreshing breeze any day. It's in California, and it's cut away from San Fran by hills.

Can you play the guessing game?

Maryland.

Was born in Mobile, Alabama but I don’t have any memories of the place. I went back there once. It was okay. Apparently it’s where Mardi Gras was first celebrated.

Moved to Puerto Rico after Mobile. Don’t remember much, but it was nice. Except for the giant rats that ran along power lines and crawled out of toilets.

Mexico, I live in the Northwest part of the country...and that's all you're getting from me ;)

Somewhere in AZ. :3

Bay Area California.

Go Golden State Warriors!

Southeastern Minnesota, lived in northwestern North Dakota until May.

i grew up in southern finland province. currently i dont really have an permanent apartment.

Jugofthat said:
The province Gelderland, which lies in the middle of the Netherlands. That's as close as I'm willing to go with my personal information in public.

Gaat ie me na-apen hoor :p

I doubt there's anyone who visits e621 close to where I live, but you never know.

HotUnderTheCollar said:
The province Friesland

I hope there's a Burgersland.

Hudson said:
Gaat ie me na-apen hoor :p

Couldn't resist :3

The Great Socialist People's Pacific Northwest Jamahiriya

home of grunge, garage-psych and the only fjords in the lower 48

nice wildlife

I live in a place that can only be described as being slightly less shitty than Nessus, Hell, and I've lived there my whole life because reasons: Fresno.

South Carolina half my life, Indiana the other half. Which one is first, I'll let you decide.

Mississippi, for the last 24 years. I'm putting some serious thought into moving. I'm tired of temperatures averaging 115F in the summer and 70F in the winter.

Buckinghamshire.

I live in an area with 'ö' in it's name and from a city with 'ö' in it's name, located in the country of SJW paradise.

Pennsyltucky

That place where everybody lives in hotels.

Chessax said:
I live in an area with 'ö' in it's name and from a city with 'ö' in it's name, located in the country of SJW paradise.

You poor man.

Fenrick said:
I hope there's a Burgersland.

Oh right, Hamburg

Fuck's sake that's funny.

Ko-san said:
South Carolina half my life, Indiana the other half. Which one is first, I'll let you decide.

You ever meet Daniel or Ryan (cyndago) in SC? Or how about Stephen Colbert?

That would be pretty cool.

Compton. I'm serious :V

Kristal_Candeo said:
Fuck's sake that's funny.

My existence is finally justified ;~;

TheHuskyK9 said:
Compton. I'm serious :V

STRAIGHT OUTTA

Oracle_of_Pelor said:
STRAIGHT OUTTA

CRAZY MOTHAFUCKA NAMED HUSKY

TheHuskyK9 said:
CRAZY MOTHAFUCKA NAMED HUSKY

Damn, Dog. ;)

I was conceived in New York, both the state and the city, to a lesbian bartender who had one too many drinks and left with a girly-looking guy. However, I was born in Germany - my mother, wanting nothing to do with me, left me in front of a monastery, and I was raised by the monks, taught their ways - in absolute silence, mind you, for they had all taken their vows.

I had to teach myself German. There were, thankfully, a wide range of books at the monastery, and I listened avidly to visitors. At age 20, I forsook my brothers for the call of the wilderness, uttering my very first words: "Auf Wiedersehen". I made my way through forests and mountains, until I came upon the Bayan Bulak Grasslands. The journey was not straight - It took about five years, and I survived mostly on the knowledge the monks had imparted to me regarding edible plants.

There I was taken in by some poor but sincere Chinese peasants. It was, however, in the heat of the Chinese Civil War, and I still remember the frightful days when the Kuomingtang passed by our cottage, hoping they would ignore us, or at worst demand food, though we would go hungry. I was frightened of military service, frightened that perhaps I would be drafted onto the losing side. As the KMT became more desperate, this looked ever more likely.

Mama surprised me on my twenty-eighth birthday, with a gift of a horse and saddle, supplies enough for weeks, and my own "grave" dug in the western part of the farm. She told me that I was dead to them, and thus to the KMT, and that I needed to go, because she couldn't bear to see me die to the world, as another casualty of war. It was a tearful goodbye, though also confusing, as I had never learned Chinese.

I made it to Ellis Island in 1952, and though I've lived the rest of my life in America, still the Chinese Steppe calls to me, and I still would like to see the Monastery I grew up in before my life is over. And, lesbian bartender mother, if you are reading this, know that I hold no ill will towards you for what you did.

Yeah, I don't like giving out actual information about myself.

A little island where many households have cockroaches and mosquitoes as the pets. They are so popular than dogs and cats!

I was born in Utah County, Utah, moved to glorious North Idaho (yes, it's a very different entity from Southern Idaho) when I was five, and now I'm starting the first chapter of real adulthood back in Utah County, because it's easy here. I miss my lake though, and my forests :(

@Clawdragons: That's an outstanding yarn. You must be the oldest furry on this site :3

Psh, y'all know it already anyway :v

Prolly the only things no one knows are my full name (some know my first name) and my address ^{_{which I ain't giving out}}

hsauq said:
Santa Destroy, California. Still trying to find that exit they call paradise.

travis touchdown? good luck with that. I'm from colorado where the summers are harsh and the winters are burtal.

Murica

Clawdragons said:
*stuff*

Yeah, I don't like giving out actual information about myself.

Damn, you actually had me going there for that whole long while. (Except when I read the about the year 1952 in there, but that could be overlooked)

I was about ready to track you down and give you a great big hug and tell you that everything will be alright and that I know that pain of forsakenness all too well. I was probably gunna take you to that monestary, bro.

Now I'm all for a good laugh and fun and games and all, but jeez. I mean, the whole time I read that my mind was in deathbed/suicidenote mode.

I gotta give you kudos, kiddo. I really do. But never again, okay?

I mean, Jesus.

Kristal_Candeo said:
Damn, you actually had me going there for that whole long while. (Except when I read the about the year 1952 in there, but that could be overlooked)

I was about ready to track you down and give you a great big hug and tell you that everything will be alright and that I know that pain of forsakenness all too well. I was probably gunna take you to that monestary, bro.

Now I'm all for a good laugh and fun and games and all, but jeez. I mean, the whole time I read that my mind was in deathbed/suicidenote mode.

I gotta give you kudos, kiddo. I really do. But never again, okay?

I mean, Jesus.

I tried to throw in some clues that made it obvious it was a joke (such as having a heartfelt conversation with my Chinese mother without actually knowing Chinese). Or the being raised by monks who didn't bother to teach me to speak. Or, considering the Chinese Civil War ended in 1949, if this story were true I'd be 95 years old.

I like writing silly things like this sometimes. I didn't mean for it to feel so dire. I'll take the compliment and the hug though.

ಠ_ಠ i live in the middle of nowhere with crap internet (unlimited bandwidth and not quite as bad as dial-up but still crappy in terms of speed. steam is about the only thing where the download speed sometimes peaks above the usual 180kb/s). southeast oklahom, US, or as some call it, the arklatex region. i assume that's because it's the region where oklahoma, texas, and arkansa all connect in one little area.

Clawdragons said:
interesting story

o.O woah...nice story. is that actually true?

treos said:
o.O woah...nice story. is that actually true?

It would be a hell of a life story, but no. For one, I'm in my 20s, not 90s. I'll take this as a compliment all the same though.

Clawdragons said:
*I'll take a compliment and a hug all the same though*

You are such a captivating story teller.

*hugs*

And an even better human being.

Clawdragons said:
It would be a hell of a life story, but no. For one, I'm in my 20s, not 90s. I'll take this as a compliment all the same though.

that it would.

Los Angeles :3

I live in Hungary in Budapest.

Clawdragons said:
I was conceived in New York, both the state and the city, to a lesbian bartender who had one too many drinks and left with a girly-looking guy. However, I was born in Germany - my mother, wanting nothing to do with me, left me in front of a monastery, and I was raised by the monks, taught their ways - in absolute silence, mind you, for they had all taken their vows.

I had to teach myself German. There were, thankfully, a wide range of books at the monastery, and I listened avidly to visitors. At age 20, I forsook my brothers for the call of the wilderness, uttering my very first words: "Auf Wiedersehen". I made my way through forests and mountains, until I came upon the Bayan Bulak Grasslands. The journey was not straight - It took about five years, and I survived mostly on the knowledge the monks had imparted to me regarding edible plants.

There I was taken in by some poor but sincere Chinese peasants. It was, however, in the heat of the Chinese Civil War, and I still remember the frightful days when the Kuomingtang passed by our cottage, hoping they would ignore us, or at worst demand food, though we would go hungry. I was frightened of military service, frightened that perhaps I would be drafted onto the losing side. As the KMT became more desperate, this looked ever more likely.

Mama surprised me on my twenty-eighth birthday, with a gift of a horse and saddle, supplies enough for weeks, and my own "grave" dug in the western part of the farm. She told me that I was dead to them, and thus to the KMT, and that I needed to go, because she couldn't bear to see me die to the world, as another casualty of war. It was a tearful goodbye, though also confusing, as I had never learned Chinese.

I made it to Ellis Island in 1952, and though I've lived the rest of my life in America, still the Chinese Steppe calls to me, and I still would like to see the Monastery I grew up in before my life is over. And, lesbian bartender mother, if you are reading this, know that I hold no ill will towards you for what you did.

Yeah, I don't like giving out actual information about myself.

Fund it.

I live in Lower Saxony, Germany.In a small village (4.500 people), divided by a river. Located somewhere between Hannover and Göttingen.

I live somewhere in General Santos City, Philippines... I often think that furries in the Philippines are like, next to non-existent.

Illinois, where the weather runs the gamut, with an occasional tornado for spice.

Elizabethtown Kentucky, not much happens here.

I'm from Australia, in the city where we have four seasons in one day and winter is really cold and then summer is really hot. We also have a lot of hipsters. Be scared, those hipsters are deadlier than drop bears!

TheKatYouNeverWanted said:
Be scared, those hipsters are deadlier than drop bears!

Heh, reminded me of drop bear repellant.

Ratte's Dick, USA

Helsinki, Finland.

TheKatYouNeverWanted said:
I'm from Australia, in the city where we have four seasons in one day and winter is really cold and then summer is really hot. We also have a lot of hipsters. Be scared, those hipsters are deadlier than drop bears!

Isn't every day but Monday pub day there too?

Knotty_Curls said:
Ratte's Dick, USA

Is there something you aren't telling us Ratte?!

Drato said:
Helsinki, Finland.

kappas vain

Tennessee, the land of true extremes.

Mutisija said:
kappas vain

Kyllä vain

Texas. I developed a love of horses with nary a horse in sight, but I live in Texas, so I suppose it isn't that strange.

Aeruginis said:
Is there something you aren't telling us Ratte?!

http://puu.sh/pQU8g/bc7586ff62.png

Ratte said:
http://puu.sh/pQU8g/bc7586ff62.png

*GASP* That means I live on your dick too!! Glorious!

Grew up in Illinois, still live in Illinois.