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SqueakyThings change, people change. I have changed. And I owe it all to my Savior, the Savior of all FLUFkind, FLUFthulu. The bar life was a dead end, and so was my previous life as Wilhelmina S. Burrows. It always felt like I was between the wrong place and my destiny. Now that I've found my home in the Cult of FLUFthulu, my whole perspective and identity have washed away into the maw of the Exalted One. I asked myself a lot if this was crazy, but after The Wreck and the places FLUFs were forced to retreat to... well, we barely bounced back from the brink of extinction anyway. And where was E.A.R.S.. They were sworn to protect the Fluffle, but power corrupts all of us. Just look at Scrooge, and even Dusty, although he is kind of a tool. At least with the Cult of FLUFthulu, I know what I am getting. My new family takes good care of me, and they have my back. We know that evil stirs, and just like you would sip the hair of the dog the day after some heavy drinking, we aim to fight fire with fire. It was Screamin Jay Flufkins who showed me the strength of the Darkness, late one night. He cast some bones that foretold a Great Awakening and told me that I would be crucial in the resurrection of FLUFthulu. Anyway, I like the new me. I have lost myself in the community of other FLUFthuluites. Come chat sometime, I would love to tell you about our Lord and Savior, FLUFthulu. I still make a mean Carrot Martini, but now that I have found FLUFthulu, I can add an extra bit of magic to my Art. HAIL FLUFTHULU