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UGH. HELPZZZ!

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Just Say'in

HAPPY THANKSGIVING RANDOM PEOPLE!Exclaim!!Exclaim!!! Smiling Shocked Eye


I love turkey!!!
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Will trade art for cool CSS :D

Position filled :3
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Scribbliedump (also requests from shamiya, Vandettta, and Tikwid)

Last night I was bored and doodling around on my iPad, and discovered a fun little "style" which required little time and effort, yet still left me liking the result. So I began scribbling ALL OVER THE PLACE.

Mostly they were rats.

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Sorrow?

Hrm...

Please comment and read? Smiling
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What is is this strange new trend? Musings of a Mind Doctor.


"What is this strange phenomenon I see...

These deer, they are...characters...from a human story? Yes, I recall now.

Charming England, a secret world of magic and wonder, hidden from the sights of ordinary people. A story of teenagers, children really, swept into unbelievable circumstances by forces beyond their control. A boy wonder. A struggle between good and evil. Classic storytelling elements really.

But now these characters arrive here...hmm.

...

Not surprising perhaps. There is no standard for arrival into this forest, who is to say that works of fiction cannot find their way here as well. I merely wonder at their...capabilities...of survival.

I do not deny that there is magic in this place. It is not hidden, in fact it announces its presence flamboyantly.

If I remember however...in their world, these characters must channel their magic through the use of wands. A typical device in human wizardry, perhaps an early phallic symbol for male magi to announce their prominence. I do not profess to be an expert in this study, but I must wonder...

If these characters must use these tools to channel their magic...how will they manage in this forest? Will the magic not be accessible to them, without such a device? The stories make note of how simply saying the spell will just not produce the desired effect.

Perhaps they will still use wands, although I spy a problem on the horizon in terms of...practicality.

It is of course possible for ones such as ourselves to manipulate tools with our mouths, although it is most definitely not an ideal means. Hooves are out of the question...it is too difficult to manipulate something with dexterity when you only have two 'fingers'.

Hmm...

...Further observations will be needed...

..."



These have been the musings of the Mind Doctor.
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What is the file...

.. we have to mess with if we want the ground white? Smiling thanks .
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Today i wrote my first entry, this is what it said...

Dear diary,
I have always treasured the name 'Indie.'This is your name. Not for any other reason except that i admire that fact you listen to me and read what i write, you are the connection of my thoughts said through a pen, the pen may change but you stay the same. Giving you a name exspresses my appreciation of you always having what i wrote still there after hours, days, months even years.
Today i saw something abnormal, Theres no way of describing what i saw cleary so i will try and if it doesn't make sense... I tried. Here it goes:
It had two legs. Two arms. Two hands. Two feet. Two elbows. Two wrists but only one head. It didn't trot as such but stamped, strangly it looked like it was normal for it to walk in such a way. Although around here ~The forest~ it seemed not very elegant. It was obviously known for being loud and not elegant and strange, It never stood tall (Even if it had it would still of been larger and taller than i), Its head was always hanging down freely, swaying this way and that as it stamped, dragging it's body along with it. Not only was the new creature stange and something i had never seen before which of course fasinated me, Its aroma was stressed, tight and fearful. I dared to go near it, so i watched. Every dragged step it done, tearing the crisps leafs of winter apart so effortlessly as if they stepped on it and twisted its odd looking paws, made me blink. The effortless steps created such power beneath it odd looking paw on the forest floor. I kept watching. Slightly interested at this point. I took a deep breath, inhaling so much i could feel my lungs exspanding inside of me as if i were to scream to the top of my voice through a dark, echoing cave. I breathed out.
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...What're you thankful for?

I'm thankful for TEF, and the BZD, and Micheal & Auriea, and what they have created for us. I love you all!
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