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Nothing really in here.", "writing": "It’s a Mog’s Life.\n\n© Tsumi Moogle. 2008.\n\nY’know, there’s a lot to be said for politeness these days. Sure, past the day to day hustle and bustle, the scurrying drone-like existence of day to day living between paychecks and rent, between fluctuating prices of anything and everything, and between that smug canine in his more-then-6-months-rent suit and some Poor Rat named Bob that’s called this bus-stop ‘Home’ for longer than I can recall; Things are pretty sweet. Until you get noticed, that is. See, judging by that smirk on his face and the gleam in his highly polished, more-then-likely-bleached teeth, Mr. Armani Timber-wolf thinks I’m probably worth as much as Bob, whom I’m sitting a body-length from.\n\nI remember way back, when I still lived with my folks, Mum was real fussy. Clothes had to be clean, ironed, and presentable, Manners were to be immaculate and rooms were always meant to be tidy. As she so aptly put it; \n\n“Everything has a place and everything in its place.”\n\nAnd according to most of the Folk who earn a pay-check with more 0’s on it then the number of wheels on their cars, My place, appears to be about a foot or two closer, maybe even snuggled up cozily beside our scraggily friend in the 2-sizes-too-small jacket and 2 sizes too large, torn pants curled around some festering bottle of hooch.\n\nIt was rather nice, back home. We weren’t quite a ‘colony’ of moogles; so much as we were one big family. We shared what we had, and we helped out anyone who was having trouble. It was great, because, there was none of this rich –and- poor. Either we were rich together, or we were poor together, and always, we were together. It goes rather without saying; (But I’ll say it anyway) Moving to the city, was something of a culture shock.\n\nNow, while the city Is an amazing place; Huge tall shiny buildings, flash cars whizzing past blaring music catchy and bassy, busy people in suits scurrying about to their next appointment or what have you, but that’s all it is, really. Everyone works apart from one another; they live their separate lives, flaunting what they have to others, inviting envy. And always, always there is a look of scorn on the faces of those species who claim predominance within the city for those they feel, are in their territory, and thus are invaders, are vermin (sorry Bob.), or less than that.\n\nIt’s kind of like a stiff-hierarchy, and you can see from where people live, the sort of social ranking they hold, by species alone. See, you have the Big-cats at the top. Government, Top-level Commerce and all that kind of stuff. Then you have your canines, high level managers still, lots of military officials. Then you have your Regular cats, Rabbits and such. you know, Tabbies and lapines. They’re more like your regular office workers. Beyond them, it’s a bit of a dog-fight for bits and pieces that are attainable. Otters and mephits do Alright, and then you get us, the dregs. We’re the folks coming from quieter parts of the country, or even other countries entirely, We get a weary eye from the guy who stamps our passports, a cocky-smirk from the Doberman in security as he flings our underwear about in search for something to deny us entry to the city with, and then welcomed into the city’s loving arms with employment harder to get then a kiss on the ass from a prude.\n\nOther ‘dregs’ don’t do so poorly, the big guys, Horses and bovines, they’re all for hard, cheap labour, they’ve got the bodies for it. The rats usually keep to themselves, Sewers, the subway, and sometimes, jobs in those areas respectively. …Then there’s me. All 5’4”, 115 lbs of pink, fuzzy, scrawny me.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It’s a Mog’s Life.

© Tsumi Moogle. 2008.

Y’know, there’s a lot to be said for politeness these days. Sure, past the day to day hustle and bustle, the scurrying drone-like existence of day to day living between paychecks and rent, between fluctuating prices of anything and everything, and between that smug canine in his more-then-6-months-rent suit and some Poor Rat named Bob that’s called this bus-stop ‘Home’ for longer than I can recall; Things are pretty sweet. Until you get noticed, that is. See, judging by that smirk on his face and the gleam in his highly polished, more-then-likely-bleached teeth, Mr. Armani Timber-wolf thinks I’m probably worth as much as Bob, whom I’m sitting a body-length from.

I remember way back, when I still lived with my folks, Mum was real fussy. Clothes had to be clean, ironed, and presentable, Manners were to be immaculate and rooms were always meant to be tidy. As she so aptly put it;

“Everything has a place and everything in its place.”

And according to most of the Folk who earn a pay-check with more 0’s on it then the number of wheels on their cars, My place, appears to be about a foot or two closer, maybe even snuggled up cozily beside our scraggily friend in the 2-sizes-too-small jacket and 2 sizes too large, torn pants curled around some festering bottle of hooch.

It was rather nice, back home. We weren’t quite a ‘colony’ of moogles; so much as we were one big family. We shared what we had, and we helped out anyone who was having trouble. It was great, because, there was none of this rich –and- poor. Either we were rich together, or we were poor together, and always, we were together. It goes rather without saying; (But I’ll say it anyway) Moving to the city, was something of a culture shock.

Now, while the city Is an amazing place; Huge tall shiny buildings, flash cars whizzing past blaring music catchy and bassy, busy people in suits scurrying about to their next appointment or what have you, but that’s all it is, really. Everyone works apart from one another; they live their separate lives, flaunting what they have to others, inviting envy. And always, always there is a look of scorn on the faces of those species who claim predominance within the city for those they feel, are in their territory, and thus are invaders, are vermin (sorry Bob.), or less than that.

It’s kind of like a stiff-hierarchy, and you can see from where people live, the sort of social ranking they hold, by species alone. See, you have the Big-cats at the top. Government, Top-level Commerce and all that kind of stuff. Then you have your canines, high level managers still, lots of military officials. Then you have your Regular cats, Rabbits and such. you know, Tabbies and lapines. They’re more like your regular office workers. Beyond them, it’s a bit of a dog-fight for bits and pieces that are attainable. Otters and mephits do Alright, and then you get us, the dregs. We’re the folks coming from quieter parts of the country, or even other countries entirely, We get a weary eye from the guy who stamps our passports, a cocky-smirk from the Doberman in security as he flings our underwear about in search for something to deny us entry to the city with, and then welcomed into the city’s loving arms with employment harder to get then a kiss on the ass from a prude.

Other ‘dregs’ don’t do so poorly, the big guys, Horses and bovines, they’re all for hard, cheap labour, they’ve got the bodies for it. The rats usually keep to themselves,  Sewers, the subway, and sometimes, jobs in those areas respectively. …Then there’s me. All 5’4”, 115 lbs of pink, fuzzy, scrawny me.

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