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WELCOME!
The Halloween is just around the corner and the thick fogs have fallen in our forest once again, zombies have taken over and the greatest of them all has awaken.
Hereby I'm happy to invite and welcome you all in my fifth [...?] Zombie Party I've hosted every Halloween for some years now. *grows a beard and feels old*
ABOUT THE EVENT
Basically it's a Halloween-themed gathering of all deer of the forest, the bigger mob, the more fun.
There's no any set rules, we do pretty much whatever we wish together, I'm open for suggestions for activities. Mostly the most thrilling part has been the big mob itself running through the forest, stopping to dance or bounce somewhere for a while to gather everyone back together and then run again as one big herd.
Also it's been fun to do different dance formations, dance lines and the event has usually ended to a game called Simon Says in the old ruins. [one deer in their own turn stands up on a stone platform and everyone follows their actions]
*It would be great if many could come dressed up very halloween-themed. Skeletons and zombies but it's absolutely not required
TIME AND DATE
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28th of October
11pm Finland-Helsinki time. You may check the time on your timezone here:
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I hope this suits everyone. I'm open for better suggestions!
October 24, 2011 - 9:44am — celticmystress
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The leaves had fallen so fast. A drizzle of rain was all it took for the trees to give up their color, and then soon enough snow would blanket the ground in a frozen wasteland. The thick smoke of her pipe swirled into the air, and her boots tenativley whispered on the cold pavement; free hand shoved deep in the pocket of her black wool military jacket. A quick visit to the "Alice in Wonderland" statue, and a stroll in the park always helped clear her mind. Silver eyes studied the bronze, her hand pulled the pipe away from her red lips. Contemplation.
Not long ago, a year maybe? No. Three? She had found a mini voodoo princess on the streets of the city. It seemed like mere hours had passed since they shared Thanksgiving together, with her uncle, father, and a legion of other tragedies. The corner of her lip curled to think the package would reach the child's apartment soon. Full of spooky candies, home made baked goods, and other halloween treasures. She turned her face to the west, as if hoping for a glimpse of the plane. The setting sun made her ghostly skin glow. They had left for California, no amount of resentment would change what she missed so dearly. A blondie, who cleaned up his act. And his girl; a beautiful young woman, with a tattoo of a fish. A few cards were sent out to them.
Her mind turned dust-covered pages to find a girl with curling blonde hair. White gloves, a carefree smile, and excellent taste in poetry. Ah, yes. The woman locked eyes with the larger-than-life bronze gaze of Alice seated atop a giant mushroom, and she smiled again, remembering the young woman's hunger for adventure. If she could only go back. Tea in beautiful gardens, the warmth of the sun on lace and silk, the shamelessness of giggling like children.
And finally, the immortal turned her attention to a captain with firey red hair, a taste for rum, and star-filled moonless nights.
