I've been feeling so sad lately about everything in my like; Like for games I just love to play I barly even try anymore. I don't know if it was something that happened to me in my past and I just pushed it back and now it's flooding out or maybe from holding all my feelings in or maybe just being sad. So to express my sadness I'm doing a poem made by me. Here's nothing:

Pain is all I feel,
I am alone, By my-self
No one to comfort me in my need.
I can only show nothing in my eyes.
My eyes have lost their color,
My hair lost it's shine.
My will to fight is no-more.
All I can do is stand still;
and fall again and again.
But it's not like it didn't happen before.
Now it makes me feel nothing at all.
All the scar may dissapear but the pain will stay.
Forever it will. And I will be the target.
I will cry tears, But no one will hear nor see me.
I am in a box of lonelyness.
All I can do is Hope~

Well atleast I feel a little better. Sorry I wrote here but where else can I?

The shuffling of a set of hooves through the grays of long-cooled shadows trickled through the forest. Dead leaves rolling about tinkled like strident wind-chimes. Thick shadows sucked layers of color from everything as the being trod through them, her own vibrant coat also falling victim to the hungry beings. Like water, they took the bright orange and turned it to rust. The rustier the doe's pelt got, the slower and more deliberate her steps became.

Heavily a breath shook from the doe in a purposeful sigh. The world was fading to darkness around her and that same darkness eked into her lungs; she felt a need to expel it. It clung to her eyelashes and there the shadows were washed away by tears not unlike those of the Idol that cries a river. Yet there seemed to be nothing to cry about in this place, except maybe to wash away the shadows from the pair of green eyes they tried to take refuge in. Both shadow and tear were blinked away.

A mouth, pink-lined and black rimmed, opened in a long yawn.

/vent writing. Balindfiya was the subject. I'm sorry I used her for such ill, she really is not a depressed deer by any means.

Eh. Personal. This is the last one for tonight, I swear I'll stop spamming with my crap.

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It took longer than expected for Sin to mature past nursing. Although Hungry thought this might happen since he was possibly a premature fawn. During these weeks, Hungry taught the fawn to walk, showed him around the complex, and once even trusted him to know where to go by himself in the dark while Hungry went out to feed.

Mint was regularly fed with mostly pinecones and mushrooms picked just outside the graveyard. It wasn't the most nutritious diet, but it still managed to keep Sin healthy. Hungry, aside from the one time, did not trust Mint and Sin by themselves. He was always watching for signs of her escape. And if she did try to escape, she might hurt or even kill Sin in the process. The last thing Hungry wanted to see is the whole endeavor go horribly wrong.

It didn't take long before Hungry counted the fawn as more of a blessing than a curiosity. He found it a bit easier to fall asleep with Sin by his side. It was the bit of extra warmth and, oddly, comfort. Hungry had been alone for a very long time. With the few short naps he could manage to take here and there, his mind had gotten just a little clearer. Although this was a double-edged sword. Since he was using most of his time to make sure Sin was safe, he had refrained from eating for a very long time. His curse kept him from starving to death, but waiting too long soon makes the pain of starvation nearly unbearable. Only once did he cave in and leave the complex to eat. He managed to find a deer that was relatively close to one of the entrances.

It finally came to the point where Sin could eat solid food, although Hungry had to chew it first. Apparently his putrid saliva didn't bother or sicken the fawn at all. Mint was no longer needed.

"Well, my dear, it's been a good time." Hungry approached the doe, still laying on that same spot on the floor where she was first dropped. "But I believe your usefulness as run its course."

"So I can go now?

my screenshots arnt taking like i hit p and i have hit PRT SC and it wont take them at all idk y but i want to take sum so i have them :/ can anyone help and tell me y it wont let me take any ?

i was just thinking,what if u guys made this game seasonal,so that in winter on the game it has snow flakes,the pond is froze up,and there is snow 4 the deer to play.and when its spring there are alot of flowers and the birds chirp lovely little songs,and well you get the point.and yes i understand it would be alot of work,but one thing i can say,u guys r the best.plus its just an idea...






please comment and talk about some of your ideas

The Bakku no kuronotsurugi...roughly translated to the Black Sword of the Buck, was one of many countless 'legendary' swords known throughout Japan. Said to be made of an exceptional quality and thought to be used by a well known warrior in a famous battle. Now in the possession of the Kuwaddo Clan, the sword was locked away and guarded by a single samurai.

Kinsha wanted that sword. Not only for the quality and history of the blade, but to prove his skills as a ninja. One samurai would be easy enough, the sword was as good as his.

He remained hidden in a tree, watching as the candle lights along the manor were snuffed out. Soon all that remained illuminated was the armory, where the sacred Black Sword was located. And inside, his adversary waited, the ninja could see him sitting in meditation before the sword

In actuality, Quad had fallen asleep, sitting upright and snoring. He never was the best at the night shift for this reason, but the Kuwaddo Clan never bothered to check up on him at night.

Kinsha took a deep breath. It was now or never, he took his first step down on the tree bark, and slipping he hit the ground with a loud thud.

Quad's eyes opened just a bit, he yawns and stands up. Walking to the entrance of the room, he opens the door and steps outside, looking out into the courtyard. Nothing out of the ordinary...a few small pagodas remained lit on this night, a full moon was out (Kinsha picked the worst night for this), and several fireflies buzzed around. The samurai looked around a bit, wandering over to the area where he thought he heard something.