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He shut them down with confidence, told them off, and reminded everyone that this is just a game and there's no place for that kind of hate. He even said, "You don't have to like furries, but you damn well better respect people." That stuck with me.
After that, he watched my back in game, dropped me a gun when I couldn’t afford one, and we clutched a few rounds together. But more than that, he reminded me that there are decent, kind players out there. Furry ally? More like a damn legend.
Gives me hope for the future of humanity.