As part of donating to the new remake of TEF, I was able to earn the perk for having a model of Walter made in 3d and printed out as a figurine. Well, I thought I'd share the result as I received my delivery today:



I asked for the smaller details such as the spikes on the horns and the goatee, but I'm really happy with how it appears overall. I also had the frog added in and the tree stump at the back.
Full size can be seen at http://imgur.com/McYKNBV

Hoping this inspires other to try and contribute more too!

Hello everyone,

A couple of months ago I made a blog post regarding Walter's 10th birthday and how, unfortunately, my dad had passed away a few weeks prior.

Today I received the news that my mother now has multiple myeloma - terminal cancer in the bone marrow. We don't know how long she has left just yet but obviously we're trying to remain optimistic and see where treatment can get us.

Obviously, with the recent passing of my father, this has come as quite a shock to the system, so I'm posting this. This is because Walter may be more unresponsive than usual if he is around, or there may be times where I simply need to pause and have him log off suddenly. I know I am not in the Forest very often but it often helps me relax when I need it.

I hope you can all understand and I appreciate anyone who decides to just sit with Walter and myself during those quiet periods. Of course, I'll still try to keep him the same old grumpy bastard.

Thankyou.

Ten years ago, when I should have been studying for exams, I came across a little jewel on the Internet. It was around midnight and while I probably should have been sleeping, I sat with my laptop, staring at the wonder of the Forest and all it had to offer. Sure, I had school in the morning, but that wouldn't stop me. After an hour of running around as a nameless, I registered the username Verdalas.

Those ten years have been both fun and sad. There was a time when you would talk about your adventures on the old forums, posting screenshots and thanking others for participation. I created 'The Demon Gazelle' (later known as Walter) and began to roleplay with him. It was always light-hearted though; any misunderstanding was laughed about later on the forums. There was flower dancing, friendly spars and long marathons across the Forest.

Phase Two ended and fawns arrived. The Big Zombie Deer showed his face for the first time and so did the Playground. The community grew bigger and, while I could no longer remember everyone's names, I still had fun.

There were plenty of times when drama hit an all-time high. I remember when people were opposed to 'mates', myself included. Sluggs and Run were the first to do such a thing (despite people saying how good Walter and 21 were together) but eventually it became commonplace. Families started happening, and Walter/21 adopted Quad. It seems so long ago now, but that family tree has grown longer and longer over the years, with deer coming and going as the times passed.

Real life had been kind to me in those years. I finished school, graduated from university and landed myself a good job. Not a great one, but something I enjoy doing.

However, I cannot celebrate as much as I would like.

Coupled with my frequent absence, tragedy occurred a few weeks ago. My father, a man who I've loved dearly and shared so many memories with, passed away. He wasn't that old, but he had underlying medical problems.

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The volley of raindrops and veil of mist surrounding the Pond had lifted in the early hours of the morning, where the fight had taken place. Just as before, when Cutlery died, the body of water had been tarnished with patches of blood; the two combatants each had their share of malevolence. Crumpled amongst the reeds lay Vipin, his wounds being examined by a selection of those whom deemed themselves capable. Ephra lay beside him, speaking softly and slowly with words of explanation to Vipin. She explained how she had encountered the Demon Gazelle in the middle of the night and survived. She spoke of how she met with Walter beside the Pond, of how he was trapped in a world between worlds. All the time Vipin listened silently, his weakened expression twitching whenever the doe treating him happened to be too inconsiderate.

It took some time until Ephra was finished explaining. Vipin, requiring time to recuperate and heal, allowed her departure whilst in turn allowed himself to be escorted away to the Ename ruins by persistant healers and others concerned for his safety. The doe turned and began a slow walk towards the border of the Birch Forest, lost in her own meditation and emotional magnitude. The catastrophe of the night before had claimed her hope and left woe in it's place. She had seen how badly Vipin and Walter had torn each other apart.. How was there any chance he was going to survive now? A body could not exist without the heart..

Ahead of the drifting female, the large fountain contained within a mushroom ring became visible, although Ephra did not acknowledge it.

.. This?





I was just browsing through DeviantArt and I came across some old art I remember from the old forums. Good times..

Maybe this could be a nostalgic art thread or something?

EDIT: Also got the other one. <3

Just a small random.. Walterthing.. From when he first saw Lemon return. I'm in a writing mood and all emotional from listening to this song on repeat. :x

Another OOC note for me. I broke up with my boyfriend recently so this chapter is probably going to be full of venting emotion. I'm sorry if it's suckish in quality and I'm sorry for it taking so long to finally be released. But I hope you all enjoy it.

I also added in a few random deer because I needed some extra fillers. I'm ebil.

Bumped for people who haven't read it yet! Also correcting any minor mistakes I've spotted.

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Vipin didn't have time to waste. With the information he had been given by the five stags, he had come to realise that if the creature was to attack again during the night, it could mean -any- night. It could mean tonight. He had to confront the killer as soon as possible, and put an end to this nightmare, before another lost their life. He had counted the fawns and deer who died or had come close to it, and already there were too many lives lost. The killer had to be stopped.

He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't live like this.

Why did he have to suffer so?

The navy-pelted stag dropped to the soft, cool soil. With no other desire than to relieve the anguish consuming him, Walter slammed his face hard against the ground. A scream of agony followed and filled the air. Droplets of blood splashed amongst the grass. The mask's spines previously used for defence had turned against their master and now embedded themselves deep within Walter's cheeks.

Beneath the mask of ivory, tears formed and fell. He knew he deserved this pain, this inner turmoil. Each day of his human life had been spent rejecting hospitality and love from others. But now, here, in the eternal second life, he desired nothing else than the warmth and comfort of another.

Walter lay where he fell and made no effort to move, letting his blood and tears combined stain the floor around him. Noone was here to comfort or assist him. He was alone.

Sleep overcame the stag, with the pain and sadness being his only lullaby. He made no effort to remove the mask from his face, or even stop the bleeding. Instead he lay there and accept the agony burrowed mentally and physically within him, tearing at his soul.

"This is the punishment I deserve."