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OKAY, SO THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS...

....FUCK ME.

So, my laptop just got assaulted by numerous trojans and virus from god knows where. I just know that something installed itself on my laptop, and as soon as I saw it pop up, I knew I was fucked.

It's disabled BOTH of my virus scanners (AVG, and some other program I had to pay to install a long time ago for a similar event), and the scanner that scanned everything will NOT let me get rid of it unless I PURCHASE the fucking program. My credit card is maxed out, I don't have a debit account anymore, and I CANNOT tell my father about this because he will be livid that my card is maxed out.

I'm in a full out panic over this, and before anyone suggests it, I am NOT getting the computer scrubbed. I have too much shit on it to allow that to happen. So now I have my laptop just sitting here on the floor, staring at me with all these popups saying "You need to Activate this program to use it" and yadda yadda yadda.

I'm so fucking sick to my stomach over this...


OKAY, YOU CAN ALL PUNCH ME FOR BEING OVERREACTIVE OVER STUFF LIKE THIS., I BIT THE BULLET AND DID SHUT IT DOWN AND WENT INTO SAFE MODE AND INITIATED SYSTEM RESTORE, AND EVERYTHING IS FINE NOW. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH, EVEN IF I'M GRUMPY AND OVERREACTIVE A LOT.

MY VICTORY THEME:



SUCKS THEY DIDN'T WIN EUROVISION. BUT AT LEAST THE INTERNET KNOWS WHO THE REAL WINNERS ARE.
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The Diary of Seed, 5-16-11

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I awoke to the sensation of rain over my body, repetitive and rhythmic as the fingers of a piana player. The world felt weightless, fresh and clean. Perfect. I said my hellos to Virgil, drowsing in the rain, and went on to find Ourania by the playground rocks.

We played for a while, sloshing our hooves in the puddles that collected in the rainy rocks, butt-dancing in my preffered rock...The tall one, you know, with the ramp. It's a very good rock for bird-watching. Anyway, Ourania and I played like this for a while, before we decided to rest under the rock-ramp, out of the drenching rain. We were joined for a little while by the fawn Nayu, who I'd like to meet again: he fell asleep so quickly that I barely had time to learn his name.

The sound of the rain was so heavy, so lush, like a jungle of noise with its great canopy trees filtering out the light, its slick jungle underbrush of puddles and wet leaves and splashing noises of water-on-water. In that jungle lived so many strange and quiet sounds, the sort you hear best in the rain, like the croaking of frogs and the different raindrop beats. The song and the light together formed a lullabye, and drifted me off to sleep.


When I awoke, Ourania was heading near the ruins, and we stopped there for a while. It seemed Ourania was listening for something, but I couldn't tell what. I went back to sleep just after that...I wonder if she ever found it?

When I returned to conciousness, I heard Queze and Mystress off in the distance: I hadn't seen either of them in ages, and Queze's absence in particular was keenly felt. I rushed over to greet them: they, too, had gravitated to the rocks, and sitting with them (both were shocked to see me: perhaps my absence for much of this year was also keenly felt? Oh, I do kid myself...) We sat together in the rain, and I was hit by a sudden downpour of memories.
BluedeerLegend18's picture

What do you think about my deer?

Pure curiosity Eye

Please do them all;

Peirce-

Dareh-

Voice-

Ignaciaqua, both her water dragon and fire dragon side-

Among Long Stone Shadows


The air here is still and old, the rocks even older.
They rise like teeth, casting long shadows over you and the grass.
Cracks and ripples form spirals, half-formed faces in the cool grey slate.
Spirits raise the hairs on your neck, skin prickling as your eyes fall across the stone basin.
Shallow but wide, stained dark and pungent with the unmistakable taint of blood. Empty now, it looks hungry.
Littering the grass, tiny shards of black; twinkling shadows of dark stone.
Jagged, sharp edges; perfect for parting skin.

Will you call for him?


Queze can not simply come and go from The Forest as he pleases..
Should you desire Queze's presence in The Forest, for RP, or a plot,
a character will need to deliver a suitable offering to Quetzalcoatl.
Queze can of course, deliver offerings himself, should he desire.

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God [Bio] Dan It [Daneth]

Samorn's picture

Input

So I have another account and it's not being used as much as I would like in comparison to Samorn. I have a character in mind but I'm stuck on a possible design for it. The character I have in mind would be very brash, active, love to spar and that's all I've thought of so far (it isn't very specific, haha).

I don't know what set would be appropriate for a character like this and so that's why I would love some input. Any suggestions at all are good because I'll be glancing at the pelt/mask/antler selectors to see what combinations might be good. I have an idea for a mask because I like it but I never had an appropriate character for it but I would definitely like some input because I know you guys know designs a lot more than I do, heh.

But I'm also stuck on the fact that this character might not fit in here and by that I don't mean something like not being popular or whatever but the idea of the character and what I have in mind doesn't seem to fit in to what I've observed around here. That's a whole other story though, hah.
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Antics 5-11 to 15-11 [image heavy]

My screenshots folder is now empty for the first time in a few months.
Samorn's picture

The Crow

It was as if the Gods wanted everybody to hide and be miserable, as if it were a punishment. Although one could also look at it as an opportunity for new life to grow.
Pegasicorn's picture

Antics 5-8 to 10-11 [image heavy]

Wonder if I can get my screenshots folder cleared out today...
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