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So...I guess this is it, then.
🕑 Added 2025-06-30 04:17:10 +0000 UTC"There's...really nothing left to try, nothing left to do, is there? I'm stuck like this...I'm gonna be a raccoon, there's no path back to humanity for me.
It's already been a long road getting this far, watching my face slowly become unrecognizable in the mirror each morning, growing all this fur, putting on all this pudge appropriate to a raccoon body. And it'll probably be a while yet before I'm all the way gone, rooting around in the underbrush on all fours...but I don't see any other way this is gonna end. Whatever genetic virus has been clawing away at me, we're no closer to a solution now than when we first started. And...I'm just tired of trying. Tired of pretending to struggle against something that's inevitable. I don't want to end up in some lab studied as an anomaly, especially not in a way that could pass this condition on to anyone else. And I don't want you to have to watch me slowly lose even more of myself. It's already been getting harder and harder to resist these instincts...the things I catch myself doing and wonder why the hell I'm doing it. Hissing at you was the last straw.
So, I'm off...I don't know where, hopefully nowhere near where people live, where I'd probably start rumors about some giant were-raccoon raiding garbage cans. I think I can make it in the wild...subconsciously, I already know how to take care of myself...the way a raccoon does. I'll be fine...I just hope you'll be fine, too. Try to remember me the way I was...not as this weird hairy freak of nature..."
