Okay, well i'm having issues zooming in. I have both a desktop and a laptop, when I'm on the desktop, i can normally zoom in closer to my deer with the scroller on the mouse. How would i do that on the laptop? I've tried everything haha.

warning : swearing, ranting

AGAHGRAW BAW WAH! <3 <3 <3

THIS

(will make you so happy.)

Dag's old story blogs will be updated over the next few days, and I thought to save confusion I'll simply write here what it is I am changing as a time-saver; I don't want the old blogs to be bumped.

There are a few things that need changing, but the most important is that I am removing the element in which the Season's refer to Dag as their Son. I am changing this because I feel it makes more sense for him to simply be a charge or theirs/a servant for their purpose.

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The streets were void of life save for the odd bat that tore silently past. Blinds and curtains were closed. Doors were locked, cars were parked. The world was still.

"He'll rot there."

A quiet, sharp laugh rang from her throat, ashen hair trembling as she shook her head. Talking to herself - how silly of her. But no matter.

"I'll keep you safe."

She patted her stomach, looking down at it for several seconds, stopping in the middle of the street to do so. Slowly, a wry smile flickered onto her sharp features.

"You're almost a curse."

Her shoes clicked again as she walked, eyes straight ahead of her.

"It's not your fault. We made you, after all."

The woman fell silent, and for a long time, she kept going. Eventually, there were no streets - only tree and grass and moss. She looked around, and to her left, a tree caught her eye.

It was not a remarkable tree. There was nothing striking about it at all - it was just a tree, green-leafed and full, brown like the rest of the trees, no marks on it, no scratches, no indents. By all means it should not have caught her eye at all under ordinary circumstances.

But these were not ordinary circumstances.

A slender hand tapped on the tree's thick trunk, and, leaning in close, her full lips parted and a quiet voice came from between. "Young tree, is anybody home?" She crooned at it, sing-song, eyelashes clasped together as she rested the side of her face against the rough bark.

'The keeper does not wish to see you.'

"Oh but it's important, young tree, I promise you." Her voice had lowered to a whisper.

'The keeper does not wish to see you.'

"Would he wish to see me upon gaining the knowledge that my child will no longer have a father, and once born, no mother?"

'The keeper is listening.'

A shaky, shuddering intake of breath. She was limp against the tree now, but her hands clutched at it, pleading, desperate all of a sudden.

Is there more rocks now?? At the pond, in the forest, at the playground? I feel like there's a few more rocks. In general. No explanation.

Or am I just fixating on them like never before?

...Somewhat.

It turned from a beautiful, sunny day to a horrible, rainy, thunderstorm. I was doing stuff in my room and my father's fiancée, Karen, was helping me out. She was afraid the weather was getting bad so she told me, calmly, to get down to the basement. While I was walking there Karen went to our porch to close the door, and then she started yelling for me to get down in the basement. When we got down there she said she saw a black, spinning, cloud touching the ground. My father was in a studio in our yard, and he worked there, teaching students guitar and recording songs. He also had our black lab, Ruby. In the house we had an Australian Shepard who couldn't go down the stairs, so Karen had to leave her up there, so we were worried. Our cat got down just fine. Karen texted my father to get in the house with some people he was recording with. He brought Ruby and the others, and he helped us get Moxie(the Australian Shepard) down.

After a few minutes the weather got calmer. It was still rainy and windy, so we went up to investigate. There was no tornado, but we had the radio and the T.V on. Apparently there was a tornado watch. But there was a tornado. And Karen saw it, right in the corn field across our street. It was that close.

Luckily, the tornado didn't damage anything. We are lucky that we are alive, especially with the tornado so close to our house.

Another work in progress, and this will be a great opportunity for you to create some new creature ideas. Anirapio's homeworld, Ibuzon, is home to many feral creatures that her species preys on. While sadly all animal life on Ibuzon ultimately goes extinct, little is known about many of the species who live on the jungle planet. That's where you come in!

I'd love for you guys to design some alien creatures to inhabit Anirapio's world. There really are no limits, and as for designing them you can either write a paragraph description or do artwork (or both), whatever you prefer. Just post in the comments and I'll update the dictionary! The only things you need to keep in mind are that Ibuzon is a dense jungle world and that the Daog (Anirapio's species) are dominant much like humans are here on Earth.

Also Spore-based screenshots are fine for showing your creature off





The Achak has a nimble body, slender much like a wild dog, but has small, delicate feathers that lines the body. It has a snout much like an anteater, and similar to the Earthen species, it uses its long tongue to lick out nectar from the otherworldly flowers on Ibuzon. It has four eyes in total - two large and two small, one of each on either side of its snout. Its snout is lined with a few horns that was its only means of protection. It has paws much like a cockatiel or a chameleon, used to climb trees and stalks effectively.