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Doppelganger

2009-03-01T05:32:45Z

Sheep: Unprotected "Doppelganger"

{{byline|user=Sheep|author=Sheep}}[[Category:Sheep (author)]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Equine]][[Category:Comedy]]
Sergei Fedorov could see that the final days of the Soviet Union were upon him. SFSR had voted and they were seceding, whether the Congress liked it or not.

Sergei sat, seeing his country go the way of capitalism, shit-faced drunk on vodka. He knew, in the back of his mind, of the stereotype of the drunk Russian, but he really didn't care. Above him, traffic roared with residents driving in and out of Samara, not knowing that below them, Sergei had decided to kill himself.

The only thing he had left to his name was Ivan, a Bashkir horse, who, like Sergei, was no more good. Like Sergei, Ivan used to be productive, but either through neglect or the fact that no one seemed to have a need for a utility horse (or maybe a little of both), Ivan did not fare too well.

Now that capitalism was upon him, Sergei was unable to see how he and Ivan would survive. He was too cowardly to put Ivan down, but also unable to see him waste away and die. He would have to die before Ivan.

Pulling himself off the side of the cement shore next to the river, he stumbled back up the hill back into Samara. Tonight, he would do it. Tonight, when there was little traffic and little chance than anyone would stop him, he'd leap off the bridge. Hopefully, he'll end up in the Volga, chopped into little bits by a boat propeller. At least, then he'd be useful as food for some of the carnivorous species in there.

It took a couple hours, but he made it back to Ivan's stable. It was a wretched stable and Ivan looked forlornly at him. He patted Ivan's muzzle, saying his goodbyes. He turned around to leave and gasped when a smiling man was standing literally centimeters from him.

“Say, bub. Why so glum?” the man asked brightly. Sergei tried to go around him, but the man blocked the exit.

“Get outta my way,” Sergei slurred.

“Not until you hear me out. The name's Fillip. Fillip Nikitin. And do I have the answer to what ails ya!”

“Not interested,” Sergei grunted and tried to push past.

Fillip blocked Sergei with his right arm. With his left, Fillip placed a bottle of dark-blue liquid into Sergei's hand. “I haven't even told ya what it does yet.” Sergei grunted again, seeing no way out until he allowed Fillip to give his speech.

“You've seen the news,” Fillip continued. “Capitalism's everywhere now. I'm just trying to get by. Like you, I take it.”

Sergei did not respond, but waited, rather impatiently, for Fillip to finish.

“Well, I don't know about you, but it's gonna be tough,” Fillip continued. Sergei could tell that Fillip had rehearsed this. “That's why I made this. Give it to old Ivan here,” Fillip motioned to the name on the stable door, “and he'll be able to help ya in the new economy.”

“Ivan's useless,” Sergei said, then continued, under his breath, “like me.”

“Ah,” Fillip said brightly, “with this, that doesn't matter. With this, Ivan will be a great help to ya.”

Sergei still was not interested, but could see that Fillip wouldn't take “no” for an answer. “What does it do?” Sergei finally asked.

“Well, Ivan here will be able to do all the work you do.”

“I don't work.”

“You do now,” said Fillip. “You can work for me! Help me to sell this!” He opened a briefcase full of the little bottles. Sergei sighed. If it would shut Fillip up...

“Fine. What do I have to do?”

“First, pour a bit of this into Ivan's feed trough. Horses love this stuff. After, you'll see how he can help you and how neither of you are useless.”

Even if it killed Ivan, Sergei didn't care much anymore. After today, there would be no more Sergei to worry about it. He opened the bottle and poured the blue liquid into the trough. Immediately, Ivan began to munch on the now-blue feed.

“Now what?” Sergei asked.

“Now we wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“You'll see,” Fillip said, a smile on his face that seemed to belie his actual emotions. A few minutes passed while Ivan stood in his stable. Ivan then began to wave his head back and forth, whuffling.

Suddenly, Ivan let out an ear-splitting scream and he began to shake violently. “You asshole,” Sergei shouted, “What did you to do Ivan?!”

Fillip took a seat on a small wooden chair, fingers laced on the top of his head.

Loud crackling sounds filled the stable. Ivan began to lose his fur, bald-patches widening to reveal pinkening skin. Ivan whinnied loudly, and reared up. With sounded like multiple gunshots, each of Ivan's hooves cracked into five pieces.

Loud popping sounds and Ivan reared up even further. His head was against the ceiling of the stable. Ivan made strange noises while loud crunching sounds came from Ivan's body. With each crunch, Ivan's head pulled away from the ceiling. He was shrinking.

Fascinated, Sergei watched as the hooves softened, becoming pliable....like fingers!

“What have you done to Ivan?” Sergei gasped.

“I'm making him useful.”

Bones cracked inside Ivan's shortening muzzle. Ivan collapsed on the floor of the stable, shaking violently. He took on a fetal position as his tail withered away.

There, laying on the floor, was a naked Sergei. Sergei looked down at his doppelganger in the stable.

“Oh my god,” Sergei said, looking at his twin, then back to Fillip.

“He can now help you sell my product,” Fillip said.

Ivan sat up finally. He licked his new human lips and choked. Then a weak smile came over Ivan's face and he said, “Well, I guess in Soviet Russia, horse transforms into YOU!”

Doppelganger

2009-02-28T22:42:53Z

Sheep: Protected "Doppelganger" ([edit=sysop] (expires 22:42, 1 March 2009 (UTC)) [move=sysop] (expires 22:42, 1 March 2009 (UTC)))

Doppelganger

2009-02-28T22:42:14Z

Sheep: Undo revision 10694 by Michael Bard (Talk) -- "Doppelganger" is correct. Unless, of course, you want the umlaut...

Doppelganger

2009-02-28T22:37:37Z

Sheep: Undo revision 10692 by Michael Bard (Talk)

Doppelganger

2009-02-28T22:27:46Z

Sheep: Darn wiki. Missed a line break.

Doppelganger

2009-02-28T22:17:13Z

Sheep: Continuity fix

{{byline|user=Sheep|author=Sheep}}[[Category:Sheep (author)]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Equine]]
Sergei Fedorov could see that the final days of the Soviet Union were upon him. SFSR had voted and they were seceding, whether the Congress liked it or not.

Sergei sat, seeing his country go the way of capitalism, shit-faced drunk on vodka. He knew, in the back of his mind, of the stereotype of the drunk Russian, but he really didn't care. Above him, traffic roared with residents driving in and out of Samara, not knowing that below them, Sergei had decided to kill himself.

The only thing he had left to his name was Ivan, a Bashkir horse, who, like Sergei, was no more good. Like Sergei, Ivan used to be productive, but either through neglect or the fact that no one seemed to have a need for a utility horse (or maybe a little of both), Ivan did not fare too well.

Now that capitalism was upon him, Sergei was unable to see how he and Ivan would survive. He was too cowardly to put Ivan down, but also unable to see him waste away and die. He would have to die before Ivan.

Pulling himself off the side of the cement shore next to the river, he stumbled back up the hill back into Samara. Tonight, he would do it. Tonight, when there was little traffic and little chance than anyone would stop him, he'd leap off the bridge. Hopefully, he'll end up in the Volga, chopped into little bits by a boat propeller. At least, then he'd be useful as food for some of the carnivorous species in there.

It took a couple hours, but he made it back to Ivan's stable. It was a wretched stable and Ivan looked forlornly at him. He patted Ivan's muzzle, saying his goodbyes. He turned around to leave and gasped when a smiling man was standing literally centimeters from him.

“Say, bub. Why so glum?” the man asked brightly. Sergei tried to go around him, but the man blocked the exit.

“Get outta my way,” Sergei slurred.

“Not until you hear me out. The name's Fillip. Fillip Nikitin. And do I have the answer to what ails ya!”

“Not interested,” Sergei grunted and tried to push past.

Fillip blocked Sergei with his right arm. With his left, Fillip placed a bottle of dark-blue liquid into Sergei's hand. “I haven't even told ya what it does yet.” Sergei grunted again, seeing no way out until he allowed Fillip to give his speech.

“You've seen the news,” Fillip continued. “Capitalism's everywhere now. I'm just trying to get by. Like you, I take it.”

Sergei did not respond, but waited, rather impatiently, for Fillip to finish.

“Well, I don't know about you, but it's gonna be tough,” Fillip continued. Sergei could tell that Fillip had rehearsed this. “That's why I made this. Give it to old Ivan here,” Fillip motioned to the name on the stable door, “and he'll be able to help ya in the new economy.”

“Ivan's useless,” Sergei said, then continued, under his breath, “like me.”
“Ah,” Fillip said brightly, “with this, that doesn't matter. With this, Ivan will be a great help to ya.”

Sergei still was not interested, but could see that Fillip wouldn't take “no” for an answer. “What does it do?” Sergei finally asked.

“Well, Ivan here will be able to do all the work you do.”

“I don't work.”

“You do now,” said Fillip. “You can work for me! Help me to sell this!” He opened a briefcase full of the little bottles. Sergei sighed. If it would shut Fillip up...

“Fine. What do I have to do?”

“First, pour a bit of this into Ivan's feed trough. Horses love this stuff. After, you'll see how he can help you and how neither of you are useless.”

Even if it killed Ivan, Sergei didn't care much anymore. After today, there would be no more Sergei to worry about it. He opened the bottle and poured the blue liquid into the trough. Immediately, Ivan began to munch on the now-blue feed.

“Now what?” Sergei asked.

“Now we wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“You'll see,” Fillip said, a smile on his face that seemed to belie his actual emotions. A few minutes passed while Ivan stood in his stable. Ivan then began to wave his head back and forth, whuffling.

Suddenly, Ivan let out an ear-splitting scream and he began to shake violently. “You asshole,” Sergei shouted, “What did you to do Ivan?!”

Fillip took a seat on a small wooden chair, fingers laced on the top of his head.

Loud crackling sounds filled the stable. Ivan began to lose his fur, bald-patches widening to reveal pinkening skin. Ivan whinnied loudly, and reared up. With sounded like multiple gunshots, each of Ivan's hooves cracked into five pieces.

Loud popping sounds and Ivan reared up even further. His head was against the ceiling of the stable. Ivan made strange noises while loud crunching sounds came from Ivan's body. With each crunch, Ivan's head pulled away from the ceiling. He was shrinking.

Fascinated, Sergei watched as the hooves softened, becoming pliable....like fingers!

“What have you done to Ivan?” Sergei gasped.

“I'm making him useful.”

Bones cracked inside Ivan's shortening muzzle. Ivan collapsed on the floor of the stable, shaking violently. He took on a fetal position as his tail withered away.

There, laying on the floor, was a naked Sergei. Sergei looked down at his doppelganger in the stable.

“Oh my god,” Sergei said, looking at his twin, then back to Fillip.

“He can now help you sell my product,” Fillip said.

Ivan sat up finally. He licked his new human lips and choked. Then a weak smile came over Ivan's face and he said, “Well, I guess in Soviet Russia, horse transforms into YOU!”

Doppelganger

2009-02-28T22:04:23Z

Sheep: Minor spelling fix.

Sergei Fedorov could see that the final days of the Soviet Union were upon him. SFSR had voted and they were seceding, whether the Congress liked it or not.

Sergei sat, seeing his country go the way of capitalism, shit-faced drunk on vodka. He knew, in the back of his mind, of the stereotype of the drunk Russian, but he really didn't care. Above him, traffic roared with residents driving in and out of Samara, not knowing that below them, Sergei had decided to drink himself to death.

The only thing he had left to his name was Ivan, a Bashkir horse, who, like Sergei, was no more good. Like Sergei, Ivan used to be productive, but either through neglect or the fact that no one seemed to have a need for a utility horse (or maybe a little of both), Ivan did not fare too well.

Now that capitalism was upon him, Sergei was unable to see how he and Ivan would survive. He was too cowardly to put Ivan down, but also unable to see him waste away and die. He would have to die before Ivan.

Pulling himself off the side of the cement shore next to the river, he stumbled back up the hill back into Samara. Tonight, he would do it. Tonight, when there was little traffic and little chance than anyone would stop him, he'd leap off the bridge. Hopefully, he'll end up in the Volga, chopped into little bits by a boat propeller. At least, then he'd be useful as food for some of the carnivorous species in there.

It took a couple hours, but he made it back to Ivan's stable. It was a wretched stable and Ivan looked forlornly at him. He patted Ivan's muzzle, saying his goodbyes. He turned around to leave and gasped when a smiling man was standing literally centimeters from him.

“Say, bub. Why so glum?” the man asked brightly. Sergei tried to go around him, but the man blocked the exit.

“Get outta my way,” Sergei slurred.

“Not until you hear me out. The name's Fillip. Fillip Nikitin. And do I have the answer to what ails ya!”

“Not interested,” Sergei grunted and tried to push past.

Fillip blocked Sergei with his right arm. With his left, Fillip placed a bottle of dark-blue liquid into Sergei's hand. “I haven't even told ya what it does yet.” Sergei grunted again, seeing no way out until he allowed Fillip to give his speech.

“You've seen the news,” Fillip continued. “Capitalism's everywhere now. I'm just trying to get by. Like you, I take it.”

Sergei did not respond, but waited, rather impatiently, for Fillip to finish.

“Well, I don't know about you, but it's gonna be tough,” Fillip continued. Sergei could tell that Fillip had rehearsed this. “That's why I made this. Give it to old Ivan here,” Fillip motioned to the name on the stable door, “and he'll be able to help ya in the new economy.”

“Ivan's useless,” Sergei said, then continued, under his breath, “like me.”
“Ah,” Fillip said brightly, “with this, that doesn't matter. With this, Ivan will be a great help to ya.”

Sergei still was not interested, but could see that Fillip wouldn't take “no” for an answer. “What does it do?” Sergei finally asked.

“Well, Ivan here will be able to do all the work you do.”

“I don't work.”

“You do now,” said Fillip. “You can work for me! Help me to sell this!” He opened a briefcase full of the little bottles. Sergei sighed. If it would shut Fillip up...

“Fine. What do I have to do?”

“First, pour a bit of this into Ivan's feed trough. Horses love this stuff. After, you'll see how he can help you and how neither of you are useless.”

Even if it killed Ivan, Sergei didn't care much anymore. After today, there would be no more Sergei to worry about it. He opened the bottle and poured the blue liquid into the trough. Immediately, Ivan began to munch on the now-blue feed.

“Now what?” Sergei asked.

“Now we wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“You'll see,” Fillip said, a smile on his face that seemed to belie his actual emotions. A few minutes passed while Ivan stood in his stable. Ivan then began to wave his head back and forth, whuffling.

Suddenly, Ivan let out an ear-splitting scream and he began to shake violently. “You asshole,” Sergei shouted, “What did you to do Ivan?!”

Fillip took a seat on a small wooden chair, fingers laced on the top of his head.

Loud crackling sounds filled the stable. Ivan began to lose his fur, bald-patches widening to reveal pinkening skin. Ivan whinnied loudly, and reared up. With sounded like multiple gunshots, each of Ivan's hooves cracked into five pieces.

Loud popping sounds and Ivan reared up even further. His head was against the ceiling of the stable. Ivan made strange noises while loud crunching sounds came from Ivan's body. With each crunch, Ivan's head pulled away from the ceiling. He was shrinking.

Fascinated, Sergei watched as the hooves softened, becoming pliable....like fingers!

“What have you done to Ivan?” Sergei gasped.

“I'm making him useful.”

Bones cracked inside Ivan's shortening muzzle. Ivan collapsed on the floor of the stable, shaking violently. He took on a fetal position as his tail withered away.

There, laying on the floor, was a naked Sergei. Sergei looked down at his doppelganger in the stable.

“Oh my god,” Sergei said, looking at his twin, then back to Fillip.

“He can now help you sell my product,” Fillip said.

Ivan sat up finally. He licked his new human lips and choked. Then a weak smile came over Ivan's face and he said, “Well, I guess in Soviet Russia, horse transforms into YOU!”

Doppelganger

2009-02-28T22:03:27Z

Sheep: Page creation.

Sergei Fedorov could see that the final days of the Soviet Union were upon him. SFSR had voted and they were seceding, whether the Congress liked it or not.

Sergei sat, seeing his country go the way of capitalism, shit-faced drunk on vodka. He knew, in the back of his mind, of the stereotype of the drunk Russian, but he really didn't care. Above him, traffic roared with residents driving in and out of Samara, not knowing that below them, Sergei had decided to drink himself to death.

The only thing he had left to his name was Ivan, a Bashkir horse, who, like Sergei, was no more good. Like Sergei, Ivan used to be productive, but either through neglect or the fact that no one seemed to have a need for a utility horse (or maybe a little of both), Ivan did not fare too well.

Now that capitalism was upon him, Sergei was unable to see how he and Ivan would survive. He was too cowardly to put Ivan down, but also unable to see him waste away and die. He would have to die before Ivan.

Pulling himself off the side of the cement shore next to the river, he stumbled back up the hill back into Samara. Tonight, he would do it. Tonight, when there was little traffic and little chance than anyone would stop him, he'd leap off the bridge. Hopefully, he'll end up in the Volga, chopped into little bits by a boat propeller. At least, then he'd be useful as food for some of the carnivorous species in there.

It took a couple hours, but he made it back to Ivan's stable. It was a wretched stable and Ivan looked forlornly at him. He patted Ivan's muzzle, saying his goodbyes. He turned around to leave and gasped when a smiling man was standing literally centimeters from him.

“Say, bub. Why so glum?” the man asked brightly. Sergei tried to go around him, but the man blocked the exit.

“Get outta my way,” Sergei slurred.

“Not until you hear me out. The name's Fillip. Fillip Nikitin. And do I have the answer to what ails ya!”

“Not interested,” Sergei grunted and tried to push past.

Fillip blocked Sergei with his right arm. With his left, Fillip placed a bottle of dark-blue liquid into Sergei's hand. “I haven't even told ya what it does yet.” Sergei grunted again, seeing no way out until he allowed Fillip to give his speech.

“You've seen the news,” Fillip continued. “Capitalism's everywhere now. I'm just trying to get by. Like you, I take it.”

Sergei did not respond, but waited, rather impatiently, for Fillip to finish.

“Well, I don't know about you, but it's gonna be tough,” Fillip continued. Sergei could tell that Fillip had rehearsed this. “That's why I made this. Give it to old Ivan here,” Fillip motioned to the name on the stable door, “and he'll be able to help ya in the new economy.”

“Ivan's useless,” Sergei said, then continued, under his breath, “like me.”
“Ah,” Fillip said brightly, “with this, that doesn't matter. With this, Ivan will be a great help to ya.”

Sergei still was not interested, but could see that Fillip wouldn't take “no” for an answer. “What does it do?” Sergei finally asked.

“Well, Ivan here will be able to do all the work you do.”

“I don't work.”

“You do now,” said Fillip. “You can work for me! Help me to sell this!” He opened a briefcase full of the little bottles. Sergei sighed. If it would shut Fillip up...

“Fine. What do I have to do?”

“First, pour a bit of this into Ivan's feed trough. Horses love this stuff. After, you'll see how he can help you and how neither of you are useless.”

Even if it killed Ivan, Sergei didn't care much anymore. After today, there would be no more Sergei to worry about it. He opened the bottle and poured the blue liquid into the trough. Immediately, Ivan began to munch on the now-blue feed.

“Now what?” Sergei asked.

“Now we wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“You'll see,” Fillip said, a smile on his face that seemed to belie his actual emotions. A few minutes passed while Ivan stood in his stable. Ivan then began to wave his head back and forth, whuffling.

Suddenly, Ivan let out an ear-splitting scream and he began to shake violently. “You asshole,” Sergei shouted, “What did you to do Ivan?!”

Fillip took a seat on a small wooden chair, fingers laced on the top of his head.

Loud crackling sounds filled the stable. Ivan began to lose his fur, bald-patches widening to reveal pinkening skin. Ivan whinnied loudly, and reared up. With sounded like multiple gunshots, each of Ivan's hooves cracked into five pieces.

Loud popping sounds and Ivan reared up even further. His head was against the ceiling of the stable. Ivan made strange noises while loud crunching sounds came from Ivan's body. With each crunch, Ivan's head pulled away from the ceiling. He was shrinking.

Fascinated, Sergei watched as the hooves softened, becoming pliable....like fingers!

“What have you done to Ivan?” Sergei gasped.

“I'm making him useful.”

Bones cracked inside Ivan's shortening muzzle. Ivan collapsed on the floor of the stable, shaking violently. He took on a fetal position as his tail withered away.

There, laying on the floor, was a naked Sergei. Sergei looked down at his doppleganger in the stable.

“Oh my god,” Sergei said, looking at his twin, then back to Fillip.

“He can now help you sell my product,” Fillip said.

Ivan sat up finally. He licked his new human lips and choked. Then a weak smile came over Ivan's face and he said, “Well, I guess in Soviet Russia, horse transforms into YOU!”

User:Sheep

2009-02-28T22:02:16Z

Sheep:

'''Sheep''' (AKA DanielSan) has been in the furry community since 1996. He is not actually a "furry" per se; he is more interested in physical transformations, which can include furry.

== Excessively Magniloquent History ==

Way back in the olden days, the human that would eventually be known as "Sheep" received a "Fisher Price Movie Viewer", which is essentially a video version of a ViewMaster, for Christmas. You would stick a cartridge, which had a short filmstrip of a movie clip, into the viewer. On the side of the viewer is a hand crank and you look into the viewer, which is essentially a magnifier to see the film, and you can hand crank in either direction.

One of the cartridges was Sesame Street's "The Alphabet", which featured the letters of the alphabet morphing from one to the next. For example, the arm on the lower-case "a" would grow, and rotate around, until it was the arm of the lower-case "b", whereupon the arm would then shrink and the loop would crack open, forming into a lower-case "c", and so forth.

The concept intrigued the human that would eventually be known as "Sheep" so much that he wore out the mechanism in the cartridge, moving the video back and forth through the alphabet. However, he felt this to be rather limiting because you were confined by the alphabet's order. So, instead, he went to a comic-strip style drawing of letters "morphing" from one to another. After he grew tired of the alphabet, he graduated to geometric shapes, eventually turning a triangle into a cat.

This revelation exploded in the human that would eventually be known as Sheep's mind and he began turning animals into other animals, in a comic-strip like format. From there, however, interest waned for a bit...until 1995, when the human that would eventually be known as Sheep received his first computer: An IBM PS/2 with Windows 3.1 and a 9600-baud modem.

From there, he signed onto a bulletin board system. He had to pick a username and he didn't know what to use. For hours, he pondered, when, on the television came the Karate Kid movie. The name Mr Miyagi gave the main character, "DanielSan" just laid there for a bit, and he decided to use that as his log-on name. Later, he quickly became bored by the only game on the BBS -- TradeWars -- he began to search for other stuff to do on the BBS and was introduced to something called "SLIP".

Apparently "SLIP" would allow the BBSer to log onto something unknown to "DanielSan" at the time: "The World Wide Web". He quickly grew bored with the web as well. So, one day, he typed "transformation" into Yahoo (or perhaps it was something different?) and came up with Phaedrus' Transformation Stories List, which didn't do much for him since it was essentially a bibliography and nothing else (at the time). Then, one day, after typing "transformation" into various search engines, up popped something new: "The Transformation Story Archive".

For a while, "DanielSan" read the stories. Then he saw that there was a mailing list that offered more stories. He joined the TSA-Talk mailing list, lurked for a while, then delurked with a story: "The First Day of Spring". The story was thrown onto the TSA website which he considered to be a high honor (''looking back at the story today and I found it to be quite terrible. --ed'')

For six months or so, he contributed stories here and there, when someone offered to open a chat room for folks to just talk in. He joined the chat room. This was in late 1996. He has been chatting on that chatroom ever since.

In late 2003, "DanielSan", after tiring of the constant references to Karate Kid, and wanting a more generic nickname, decided on the animal he connected the most with: The Sheep. Since then, he has been known as "Sheep".

== The Not-As-Aureate Current Status of the Sheep ==

In his spare time (what little there is these days) he annoys folks on IRC, surfs the web, and is teaching himself (with hopes of some professional training in the future) computer animation for films and television. He also works on the [[TSA-Bash]] website and attends same.

== The Stories of the Sheep ==

Currently, there is only one story by the Sheep on Shifti. It is called "[[Doppelganger]]".

TSA-Bash

2008-02-15T02:07:41Z

Sheep: Updated 2008 entry with more precise location. Also, added links to each years' pages.

The '''TSA-Bash''' is an annual get-together for those interested in physical transformations (or furry in general) for the expressed purpose of "goofing off".

Unlike furry cons, the "Bash" (as it's known for short) doesn't have a "conference" type quality to it. Instead, the attendees just sit around and chat, play games, go out to eat, and sometimes model fursuits. While there is a chaotic quality, the Bash does have a couple of structured events, such as a group photo or outings to the city that they're close to.

== History ==

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/98.shtml 1998]'''

Phil Geusz thought it might be "neat" to have a couple of people from the [http://tsa.transform.to/ Transformation Story Archive] mailing list to get-together at his house for some fun and goofing off. Instead of a couple, he got 19 people. It was promised that the get-together would happen again next year.

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/99.shtml 1999]'''

Since the 1998 get-together was such a success, more people showed up at Phil's house, this time attracting over 50 people. It became apparent, especially after his yard was full of tents and there was people sleeping on the floor everywhere in his house, that the get-together would have to be moved to a hotel. This began the tradition of the nomadic nature of the Bash. There were several reasons for the move to a hotel:

*The number of people in the house caused a monumental trash pile and broke the air conditioning unit, requiring the use of many fans.
*It took Phil over an hour and a half to get from one end of the house to the other for an urgent matter.
*Phil's house is only starting to recover, even in 2007.

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/00.shtml 2000]'''

The get-together became known as the "Bash" at this point and moved to Elgin, Illinois, where 37 people showed up.

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/01.shtml 2001]'''

The Bash was held in Hazelwood, Missouri. Attendee count: 28

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/02.shtml 2002]'''

The Bash was held in Sea-Tac, Washington. Attendee count: 32

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/03.shtml 2003]'''

The Bash was held in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Attendee count: 25

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/04.shtml 2004]'''

The Bash was held in Austin, Texas. Attendee count: 17

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/05.shtml 2005]'''

The Bash was held in Sunnyvale, California. Attendee count: 15<br>
The Sunnyvale Bash is noteworthy in that it was where Phil Geusz and Quentin Long first met each other in the flesh; as a result of one of their conversations, Long decided to start up a new netzine -- [http://anthrozine.com ''Anthro'']''.''

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/06.shtml 2006]'''

The Bash was held in Florence, Kentucky. Attendee count: 22

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/07.shtml 2007]'''

The Bash was held in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. Attendee count: 27

'''[http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/08.shtml 2008]'''

In 2008, the Bash is going to be held in Oakland, California, close to where Bash 2005 was set.

== Mailing List ==

The discussions for the TSA-Bash can be had on the [http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/tsabash TSA-Bash mailing list]

== Website ==

A [http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/ website is maintained] showcasing pictures, stories, and, most importantly, a detailed info page that is maintained by [[User: Sheep|Sheep]].

User:Sheep

2007-08-18T23:26:56Z

Sheep: /* Excessively Magnilquent History */ Fixed spelling.

User:Sheep

2007-08-18T23:26:02Z

Sheep: /* Transformation Fandom History */ Page updated with....stuff...

'''Sheep''' (AKA DanielSan) has been in the furry community since 1996. He is not actually a "furry" per se; he is more interested in physical transformations, which can include furry.

== Excessively Magnilquent History ==

Way back in the olden days, the human that would eventually be known as "Sheep" received a "Fisher Price Movie Viewer", which is essentially a video version of a ViewMaster, for Christmas. You would stick a cartridge, which had a short filmstrip of a movie clip, into the viewer. On the side of the viewer is a hand crank and you look into the viewer, which is essentially a magnifier to see the film, and you can hand crank in either direction.

One of the cartridges was Sesame Street's "The Alphabet", which featured the letters of the alphabet morphing from one to the next. For example, the arm on the lower-case "a" would grow, and rotate around, until it was the arm of the lower-case "b", whereupon the arm would then shrink and the loop would crack open, forming into a lower-case "c", and so forth.

The concept intrigued the human that would eventually be known as "Sheep" so much that he wore out the mechanism in the cartridge, moving the video back and forth through the alphabet. However, he felt this to be rather limiting because you were confined by the alphabet's order. So, instead, he went to a comic-strip style drawing of letters "morphing" from one to another. After he grew tired of the alphabet, he graduated to geometric shapes, eventually turning a triangle into a cat.

This revelation exploded in the human that would eventually be known as Sheep's mind and he began turning animals into other animals, in a comic-strip like format. From there, however, interest waned for a bit...until 1995, when the human that would eventually be known as Sheep received his first computer: An IBM PS/2 with Windows 3.1 and a 9600-baud modem.

From there, he signed onto a bulletin board system. He had to pick a username and he didn't know what to use. For hours, he pondered, when, on the television came the Karate Kid movie. The name Mr Miyagi gave the main character, "DanielSan" just laid there for a bit, and he decided to use that as his log-on name. Later, he quickly became bored by the only game on the BBS -- TradeWars -- he began to search for other stuff to do on the BBS and was introduced to something called "SLIP".

Apparently "SLIP" would allow the BBSer to log onto something unknown to "DanielSan" at the time: "The World Wide Web". He quickly grew bored with the web as well. So, one day, he typed "transformation" into Yahoo (or perhaps it was something different?) and came up with Phaedrus' Transformation Stories List, which didn't do much for him since it was essentially a bibliography and nothing else (at the time). Then, one day, after typing "transformation" into various search engines, up popped something new: "The Transformation Story Archive".

For a while, "DanielSan" read the stories. Then he saw that there was a mailing list that offered more stories. He joined the TSA-Talk mailing list, lurked for a while, then delurked with a story: "The First Day of Spring". The story was thrown onto the TSA website which he considered to be a high honor (''looking back at the story today and I found it to be quite terrible. --ed'')

For six months or so, he contributed stories here and there, when someone offered to open a chat room for folks to just talk in. He joined the chat room. This was in late 1996. He has been chatting on that chatroom ever since.

In late 2003, "DanielSan", after tiring of the constant references to Karate Kid, and wanting a more generic nickname, decided on the animal he connected the most with: The Sheep. Since then, he has been known as "Sheep".

== The Not-As-Aureate Current Status of the Sheep ==

In his spare time (what little there is these days) he annoys folks on IRC, surfs the web, and is teaching himself (with hopes of some professional training in the future) computer animation for films and television. He also works on the [[TSA-Bash]] website and attends same.

User:Sheep

2007-08-18T23:10:33Z

Sheep: Page creation

'''Sheep''' (AKA DanielSan) has been in the furry community since 1996. He is not actually a "furry" per se; he is more interested in physical transformations, which can include furry.

== Transformation Fandom History ==

Way back in the olden days, the human that would eventually be known as "Sheep" received a "Fisher Price Movie Viewer", which is essentially a video version of a ViewMaster, for Christmas. You would stick a cartridge, which had a short filmstrip of a movie clip, into the viewer. On the side of the viewer is a hand crank and you look into the viewer, which is essentially a magnifier to see the film, and you can hand crank in either direction.

One of the cartridges was Sesame Street's "The Alphabet", which featured the letters of the alphabet morphing from one to the next. For example, the arm on the lower-case "a" would grow, and rotate around, until it was the arm of the lower-case "b", whereupon the arm would then shrink and the loop would crack open, forming into a lower-case "c", and so forth.

The concept intrigued the human that would eventually be known as "Sheep" so much that he wore out the mechanism in the cartridge, moving the video back and forth through the alphabet. However, he felt this to be rather limiting because you were confined by the alphabet's order. So, instead, he went to a comic-strip style drawing of letters "morphing" from one to another. After he grew tired of the alphabet, he graduated to geometric shapes, eventually turning a triangle into a cat.

This revelation exploded in the human that would eventually be known as Sheep's mind and he began turning animals into other animals, in a comic-strip like format. From there, however, interest waned for a bit...until 1995, when the human that would eventually be known as Sheep received his first computer: An IBM PS/2 with Windows 3.1 and a 9600-baud modem.

From there, he signed onto a bulletin board system. He had to pick a username and he didn't know what to use. For hours, he pondered, when, on the television came the Karate Kid movie. The name Mr Miyagi gave the main character, "DanielSan" just laid there for a bit, and he decided to use that as his log-on name. Later, he quickly became bored by the only game on the BBS -- TradeWars -- he began to search for other stuff to do on the BBS and was introduced to something called "SLIP".

Apparently "SLIP" would allow the BBSer to log onto something unknown to "DanielSan" at the time: "The World Wide Web". He quickly grew bored with the web as well. So, one day, he typed "transformation" into Yahoo (or perhaps it was something different?) and came up with Phaedrus' Transformation Stories List, which didn't do much for him since it was essentially a bibliography and nothing else (at the time). Then, one day, after typing "transformation" into various search engines, up popped something new: "The Transformation Story Archive".

For a while, "DanielSan" read the stories. Then he saw that there was a mailing list that offered more stories. He joined the TSA-Talk mailing list, lurked for a while, then delurked with a story: "The First Day of Spring". The story was thrown onto the TSA website which he considered to be a high honor (''looking back at the story today and I found it to be quite terrible. --ed'')

For six months or so, he contributed stories here and there, when someone offered to open a chat room for folks to just talk in. He joined the chat room. This was in late 1996. He has been chatting on that chatroom ever since.

In late 2003, "DanielSan", after tiring of the constant references to Karate Kid, and wanting a more generic nickname, decided on the animal he connected the most with: The Sheep. Since then, he has been known as "Sheep".

In his spare time (what little there is these days) he annoys folks on IRC, surfs the web, and is teaching himself (with hopes of some professional training in the future) computer animation for films and television.

TSA-Bash

2007-08-18T23:09:23Z

Sheep: Page creation

The '''TSA-Bash''' is an annual get-together for those interested in physical transformations (or furry in general) for the expressed purpose of "goofing off".

Unlike furry cons, the "Bash" (as it's known for short) doesn't have a "conference" type quality to it. Instead, the attendees just sit around and chat, play games, go out to eat, and sometimes model [[fursuits]]. While there is a chaotic quality, the Bash does have a couple of structured events, such as a group photo or outings to the city that they're close to.

== History ==

'''1998'''

[[Phil Geusz]] thought it might be "neat" to have a couple of people from the [[Transformation Story Archive]] mailing list to get-together at his house for some fun and goofing off. Instead of a couple, he got 19 people. It was promised that the get-together would happen again next year.

'''1999'''

Since the 1998 get-together was such a success, more people showed up at Phil's house, this time attracting over 50 people. It became apparent, especially after his yard was full of tents and there was people sleeping on the floor everywhere in his house, that the get-together would have to be moved to a hotel. This began the tradition of the nomadic nature of the Bash. There were several reasons for the move to a hotel:

*The number of people in the house caused a monumental trash pile and broke the air conditioning unit, requiring the use of many fans.
*It took Phil over an hour and a half to get from one of the house to the other for an urgent matter.
*Phil's house is only starting to recover, even in 2007.

'''2000'''

The get-together became known as the "Bash" at this point and moved to Elgin, Illinois, where 37 people showed up.

'''2001'''

The Bash is held in Hazelwood, Missouri. Attendee count: 28

'''2002'''

The Bash is held in Sea-Tac, Washington. Attendee count: 32

'''2003'''

The Bash is held in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Attendee count: 25

'''2004'''

The Bash is held in Austin, Texas. Attendee count: 17

'''2005'''

The Bash is held in Sunnyvale, California. Attendee count: 15

'''2006'''

The Bash is held in Florence, Kentucky. Attendee count: 22

'''2007'''

The Bash is held in Mississauga, Ontario, Canada. Attendee count: 27

'''2008'''

In 2008, the Bash is going to be held somewhere in the Bay Area of California, similar to the 2005 Bash.

== Mailing List ==

The discussions for the TSA-Bash can be had on the TSA-Bash mailing list [http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/tsabash]

== Website ==

A website [http://lapinia.org/~tsabash/]is maintained showcasing pictures, stories, and, most importantly, a detailed info page that is maintained by [[User: Sheep|Sheep]].