Title:           Lost Vegas, Part 3: Migration
Author:          Fuckasaurus_Fuck
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First Edit:      Tuesday 6th of November 2012 09:36:28 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 6th of November 2012 09:36:28 PM CDT

>You are Francis, an officer of the Las Vegas Metro Police Department
>A few hours ago, you got a call about some naked guy climbing the fucking Bellagio
>You were on your way to take care of the situation when things changed
"Fucking fluffy ponies! Fucking fuck! FUCK!"
>A fuck-ton of fluffies started pouring into Vegas from the east not too long ago
>Before long, the whole place looked like Cleveland during the onset of their infestation
>Your car got stuck in a mixture of fluff, organs, and diarrhea
>It was sort of your fault for trying to run so many of them over
>You get out of the car and draw your pistol, firing a few times into the sea of fluffies
"I HATE fluffy ponies!"
 
>You are Anon, and you're in a pretty interesting situation
>You woke up on the roof of the Bellagio hotel, naked and surrounded by fluffies
>You promised them all spaghetti, and set off into the hotel
>Starsplash is nowhere to be found for the moment
>As you walk through the halls of the hotel, people begin screaming at the herd of fluffies
"Pfft...fuckin' high rollers never seen a damn fluffy before..."
>You're stopped a few floors down by a bellhop with a small fluffy resting on his shoulder
>The fluffy's wearing a little bellhop outfit
>Cute, kind of like how Starsplash used to-
"Holy shit! Starsplash?"
"Sir, you're going to have to take your fluffies outside."
"Daddeh!"
>You grab the scrawny teenager by the face and shove him down, gracefully catching Starsplash in your arms
"Hey, little buddy! Daddy's here now."
"Anon? Holy shit, man, what's happening?"
>You turn around to see Marcus poking his head out of a room
"Dunno. Fluffies and shit, I guess."
>As you approach, you notice he's wearing ladies' underwear
"Marcus, what are you-"
"Lingerie, because apparently we were super fucked up last night."
"Oh, yeah. That. Well it could've been worse."
>Marcus suddenly begins to look worried
>He leads you over to a window
"Anon, you need to see this..."
>You peer out the window and are shocked by what you see
>It looks almost identical to what happened in Cleveland a while back
"Oh, shit...it's this bad? How?"
>Marcus, having finally found his clothes and gotten dressed, answers
"No idea. Jen thinks it's what's left of that giant herd."
>Even at half its size, the Cleveland Herd could easily still number in the hundreds of thousands
>Maybe even a little over a million
"But...why would they come HERE? I mean, Spaghetti Land I understand, but Vegas?"
"I've been wondering that myself. I don't know either, but we need to get the hell out of here as soon as possible."
 
Four Months Ago:
>You are Dusty, Earth Fluffy
>You're part of the biggest fluffy herd EVER
>There must be at least...at least 10 fluffies!
>You're so happy, but you're also hungry
>All the dummy fluffies ate all the spaghetti at Sketti Land
>You and your friends try to find grassies, but the ground is a meanie
>All it gives you is icky rocks and hard black stuff
>But then, one of the Smarty Friends figured out how you can get nummies!
>He saw it on a magic talky-box
>The Smarty said some place called "Lots Bigga" has all the nummies you can eat
>It was just an ad to draw in tourists, but you don't know that
>All you know is that nummies are good
>All your friends agree
>With that, you and the hundreds of thousands of other fluffies all set out
 
>Just a few weeks after Cleveland fell to the fluffies, it was abandoned by them
>They stuck mainly to uninhabited areas, and traveled by night, protected only by their sheer numbers
>Their ranks swelled as they gained more and more fluffies from scattered herds
>Those that refused to join were simply trampled by the colossal tide of fluff
>Within a few months, the herd reached Las Vegas, and the City of Lights was lost