"Miasma" is a fantastic word to use. It implies that the air is thick, soupy, and toxic; and by the end of day 1 it is an accurate description of the atmosphere around any conspace.
I suppose it's not all that surprising that the dude is an outcast among outcasts (especially if he's randomly soliciting his collection of terrible artwork and calling it a 'manga'), as well as incredibly socially inept, even for a furry (lousy fetish artists usually are). I do find it somewhat interesting that, in one of the most under-fire sub-communities of the most all-encompassing, all-accepting fetish culture, there is still some rough approximation of an independent class structure. I'd go on but fuck, I'm late for work.