>You're lounging on your couch when the sound of rapid knocking startles you.
>"Hey dickwad. I got a message for you. Open up!" a gruff female voice growls from outside.
>Grumbling, you get up and open the door.
>A person wearing a wolf costume towers over you. Her fur, which looks unusually realistic, is colored toothpaste white with a few grey patches. Her voluminous black-and-white tail lashes side-to-side impatiently, and her attire epitomizes the goth stereotype, complete with a spiked choker. A pair of eyes with red sclera and white irises sizes you up.
>This again. How many times does your ex need to send over one of her friends to harass you? This time a girl in a fursuit, no less.
>"I got a message from your ex-girlfriend. She says--" the stranger begins.
>"You can take that message and shove it up your mangy uterus. Yiff in hell, you degenerate skunk furry!" you interrupt, slamming the door in her face.
>That felt great! Feeling triumphant you showed her who's boss, you lock the door and walk away.
>The harsh sound of wood splintering makes you freeze.
>You turn around to see her claws rending your door into scrap wood. The furry bares her teeth in a snarl as she sprints towards you.
>"First," she bellows, "the message from your ex was 'Get fucked!'"
>She slams into you, her knee spearing you in the stomach. You crumple on all fours, coughing up spittle as you heave for air.
>"Second, your ex killed herself. When she got to hell, she contracted my company to 'Fuck you up!'"
>She grabs your hair with her left paw and winds up for a powerful right hook. With a sickening crunch, her fist breaks your nose.
>"Third, I'm not a furry, and I'm not a skunk. I'm Loona, the fucking hellhound that's gonna smear your everything everywhere!"
>Her claws cut into your back as Loona seizes you and throws you across the room. You crash into a wall, leaving a snail-like trail of blood as you sink to the floor.