Raymond's Application

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Fancy Cat Application



In game name:
Raymond


How did you hear about the Fancy Cats?


Catatonia, I met her in Hasla and we farmed tokens together. 


On a scale of 1 to 10, how fancy are you?

10


Why do you want to be a Fancy Cat?

Because I'm fancy and you're fancy so we should be fancy together. Right?


Scour the internet and bring us back the best cat^wolf related image you can find. It can be a real cat^wolf or a drawn cat^wolf or even a meme. Just bring us back the BEST cat^wolf:
Linky..not good enough? Okay fine..here's a husky. <3




You should probably introduce yourself to us (say as little or as much as you'd like):
My names Raymond, yes it's my real name. I'm 21 years old, I love to play in Photoshop and I love watching classic movies. I live in California, and I love dogs..




***OPTIONAL BONUS POINTS*** Guild Officer Jones would like to request a short story. Pls indulge him and tell him a story about absolutely anything:
 I'm the clone?!

[Wookums]

Dog lovers must tell us a story. Story time and we shall forgive your lack of cat picture.

[Khellendrathas]

Who dis Raymond guy? I dun knows him. D:<

[Wookums]

Dec 17, 2014 0:49:35 GMT -8 Khellendrathas said:

Who dis Raymond guy? I dun knows him. D:<

KHELL HAS DUBBED THEE A LIAR^{AND KHELL WOULDNT LIE right?}

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Okay here is a really touching story that always gets to me.

Most of the people I know try to teach their kids that cops are good. Cops are the people you call when you need help. If you are lost at the mall, find a police officer. Cops are to be looked up to and respected. They always do the right thing.

And yet, sometimes the right thing is the hardest, and from a childs eyes, meanest thing you can do.

Tonight, some guy got in a fight with his g/f. It got ugly. He broke her garage door. She threw his son's piggie bank on the front lawn, shattering it. They slap each other around, and then he gets in his car with his 4 year old son, William, and drives away. Another officer pulls him over a mile away. We talk to him, we talk to her. They BOTH broke the law. They BOTH committed criminal damage and assault. And they BOTH did it in front of young William. Now while the other officer is interviewing dad at the side of the road, young William starts to get out of the car, on a major road. I rush over, usher him back into the car, and spend some time talking to him.

WIlliam is 4. He's maybe 3 feet tall, and cant weigh more than 60 pounds. He's wearing shorts. Only shorts. It's too hot for a shirt and dad said he didnt need shoes (his words). I agree. Most little boys don't need shirts or shoes. I tell him to sit in the drivers seat, and he tells me he not old enought to drive. He's adorable.

William goes on to tell me, in a lispy hard to understand 4 year old tone, that dad and his g/f fight all the time. He tells me that dad burns her books, and that she broke his piggie bank. She took all of William's pennies and wont give them back. She also stole all of dad's money. I asked him why she took his money....his reply? Because she's a bitch (pronounce Bitss if you are four). This little boy has absorbed all the violence, all the hate, all the anger, and all the name calling. 4 year olds shouldn't be telling you that dad's g/f gets "all pissed off" all the time. By this time, the other officer determins that not only did dad commit domestic violence, but he's also impaired due to alcohol, and driving. With William in the car. Dad needs to go to jail. He has to. The law is written that way. We no longer have a choice. We walk dad away from his car, behind mine, and place him in cuffs. He get's put in a car, and I make arrangements for William for the night. A baby sitter.

I return to the car, where William has tears streaming down his face, and is sobbing relentlessly. I ask him whats wrong. He tells me he wants his dad. I tell him that dad needs to hang out with us for a while, but I arranged a sleep over with his baby sitter. And he cries. The other officer leaves with dad. I stay with William. He is beside himself with tears. I open the door and reach to him. He climbs up my arms like a little chimp. I've never been held by a cop, but it cant be the greatest. Theres the gun, and the cold badge, and the radio, and all the other pokey things on the belt. But I try. I hold William, and tell him every thing will work out. And he cries. He cries and cries. He cries and repeats "Daddy"....."Daddy"......."Daddy" over and over again. He cries and calls out so loud, that when I try to ask for another unit to help me, my dispatcher cant hear me over his cries. And I pace, and I bounce, and I pet his hair. And I whisper, and I touch my forehead to his, and I rub his back. And he cries. And he wants his dad.

And here I am, at 1 am, on the side of a road, in the red and blue strobe of a big steel cruiser, dressed in black, with more accessories than a barby play house on my belt, holding this shirtless, sobbing, tearfull 4 year old boy, who wants nothing other than his father. And I start to cry. And I feel like shit. And I want my son. And I want so desperatly for his dad not to have fucked up so badly. And while he repeats his cries for his dad, I hold his head close, and tell him "It's going to be okay." And he sniffs, and says "Okay." But it's not. And he knows it, and I know it. And we walk on the sidewalk, as I hold him, and we cry. And nothing is okay. Because this 4 year old sponge, who knows that Dad and his g/f fight, and knows that she is a bitch, and knows that she has his pennies, now also knows that the cops took his father away from him. And he will never forget it.

The baby sitter shows up, and takes young William from me. And in a way, I really don't want to let go. I want to keep him, and tell him it will be better. I want to be there when dad get's back, so I can show him that it did get better. And the baby sitter tells me that mom left when he 6 months old.....and I choke. Dad is all this kid has. And I took him away from him.

Or did I? No, dad left left. Dad fucked up. Dad made a series of horrible decisions. Dad decided to fight, to follow his g/f home, to fight, to get out of his car, to fight, and then to return to his car, where he put his life, William's life, and everyone elses life in danger, by driving drunk. And that's why he's gone now.

But try to explain that to William. Who can't even pronounce book yet, but will always remember the day those cops dressed in black came and took his dad away from him.

So, who's the asshole now? I guess it depends on how old you are.

Source

[Khellendrathas]

Dec 17, 2014 0:53:24 GMT -8 Wookums said:

Dec 17, 2014 0:49:35 GMT -8 Khellendrathas said:

Who dis Raymond guy? I dun knows him. D:<

KHELL HAS DUBBED THEE A LIAR^{AND KHELL WOULDNT LIE right?}

Correct. I don't lie, nor am I mean. Ayup.

[Wookums]

I guess we didn't specifically ask for an original story, so uh, I guess we accept your application. Welcome to the guild!

I liked the story. It was a nice read. I'm fond of the police.

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Dec 17, 2014 1:03:06 GMT -8 Khellendrathas said:

Dec 17, 2014 0:53:24 GMT -8 Wookums said:

KHELL HAS DUBBED THEE A LIAR^{AND KHELL WOULDNT LIE right?}

Correct. I don't lie, nor am I mean. Ayup.

> EVIDENCE

[Khellendrathas]

... why do you have a screenshot of that? Creeper.

[Deleted]

Dec 17, 2014 1:23:18 GMT -8 Khellendrathas said:

... why do you have a screenshot of that? Creeper.

Why would you lie?!

[Khellendrathas]

Technically you are random dude I met in Hasla. Do I really knoooow you? Really? Truly?

[Deleted]

Technically yes, but we have talked numerous times and even done a few trade runs together! So rude of you to say you don't know me..It breaks my heart.

[furo]

But what about the Eleni Valars? Does this mean I should stop trying to rob them? Also, friends for Hasla, friends for Life.

[Ricepaper]

Welcome to the guild! ^__^ hope to see you in mumble soon

[Mull]

Howdy raymond and welcome.