The view on the T.V screen flickered for a moment, the image of scenic downtown London as seen from a distance overshadowed by the pillars of smoke that rose from buildings, and the amber glow of flames, masses of tiny human blobs crowding almost every street in view. The view zoomed out after making a long sweep of the scene, cutting back to the reporter.

“Across the river Thames here you can see, the riot has gotten out of control on both banks. Civil authorities and Scotland yard have advised citizens in the effected area to lock their doors and remain inside, until the state of emergency has been lifted. Just minutes ago, the Royal family was airlifted from the grounds at Buckingham palace to an as of yet undeclared location. Police are trying to quell the rioters with CS gas, and several dozen have been taken into custody. Fires are still burning within the center of the city unchecked, with the mobs turning on one group of firefighters who attempted to reach a desperate call for help. Several were injured in the attack, and it is confirmed one was pronounced deceased after paramedics attempts to revive him on scene.” The young man spoke with a hurried tone, police officers bustling in the background.

“The civil uprising began after a controversial equal rights bill was given Royal assent by her majesty last night. Under the bill, and by order of her majesty, the anthropomorphic citizens of all Commonwealth nations were granted the same civil rights as their former human rulers. Though anthro rights have been steadily increasing since the early 1800's, with the abolishing of anthro slave holding in early 1866, many saw this act as an abomination, namely the popular pro-human movement, 'Human Purity'. Several thousand people took to the streets to protest the bill, along with dozens of smaller groups criticizing it's signing.” The reporter continued, turning back towards the city with a startled look as something exploded in the distance, a fresh pillar of smoke blooming from the wounded city's heart.

“Before the acts signing, anthropomorphs of the Commonwealth, including the children of anthro and human couples, were granted access to welfare support, equal representation in parliament, and the right to join the armed forces without filing for exemption with the Ministry of Defense. Many other civil liberties were also granted, as well as removing the restrictions on employers, allowing anthro citizens to work in any fields of their choosing, including medicine and catering, both of which were previously restricted.” There was another pause, as several soldiers ran past in the background.

“Rioting began shortly after, and was widespread across the city center where celebrations by anthropomorph citizens and their supporters were being held. Reports confirm that many anthro citizens have been killed in the chaos, along with their human pro-equality supporters. We would like to advise viewers, that the following footage may be disturbing, as it does contain sights inappropriate for some audiences.” The reported finished, before nodding at the camera.

For a moment, the screen flicked black. Then a view of the sidewalk appeared.

“Is it on?” A voice asked, as a shoe appeared on the screen. “Yeah, yeah, it's on. Get this.” Another male voice spoke, the camera panning upwards, an out of focus bridge appearing, several flaming cars across it's length. After a second, the view focused, the Vauxhall bridge appearing crisp as the morning sunlight, along with the humans marching back and forth along it's length, holding signs.

After a moment, a long banner unfurled over the edge of the bridge, crude words painted in black along it's length. “HUMANITY = HUMANS – BESTIALITY = BEASTS” The first male voice spoke, reading the crude slogan, before a moment later the pair of would-be film makers gasped, as several figures were pushed over the railing of the bridge, falling a short distance before the ropes around their necks snapped taut, the bodies of the anthros swaying from side to side below the banner.

A second banner unfurled beside the first. “They lay with wolves, pretending to be men.” He read, shocked, both giving short cries as a trio of women were pushed screaming off the bridge, coming to a stop beside what could only be assumed to be their partners, their cries of terror cut short by the sharp 'thud' of the rope breaking their necks. “Hey, fuck this, lets get out-”

The Image cut back to the reporter, more pale faced then he had been a minute ago. “Viewers, what you just witnessed is but a small view of the atrocities that have been committed over the last 24 hours in the heart of the city. Shortly before the Royal family was evacuated, martial law was declared for the inner city suburbs, and the military has been called up to assist in putting an end to the riots. We will be bringing you more updates on the situation as it develops. For now, this is Richard Smythe, reporting live from the capitol.”