Did anyone else get disconnected like a minute ago?

FRICK.

Night everyone, have fun.

Why are everybody dancing around the abogiensis statues? Anyone that knows that?

love
Bellie

I would like to inform everyone that, whilst spamming the Devout pelt may well be very fun and amusing, especially because the statues are moving, but I would like to ask, on the behalf of myself and many, many others, that you don't.

This is because:

1) It causes a huge amount of lag just under normal circumstances, let alone when there are so many players and with the ABIOGENESIS effects. The terrible lag can force people away from the action, or cause the frame rate to plummet to ridiculous levels. Casting the devout pelt on people has even been known to make TEF and computers crash.
2) The devout cast noise is so sharp and that much louder than other noises, that when it is cast a lot the effect of the ABIOGENESIS music is ruined, not to mention the horrible glitchy noise of devout being cast in quick succession, and it can give people a headache.

3) If the Player Effects are turned off in an attempt to stop the Devout pelt, then the Abio effects are lost. If Other Players Visible is turned off to escape it being cast on you or seen to be cast, then you lose all your friends and the Gods.

4) Anyone trying for the BAN pelt have their chances ruined, as the Devout pelt, when it wears off, takes any temporary pelts with it.

I hope that everyone can understand this, and that this is not a personal slight against them, but for everyones benefit.

Thankyou!

(bumped this because I had to abandon the Harvest Moon Gathering because of Devout lag, and it reminded me of this)

o.O omg... I just noticed the pictoes on the map move... just a bit, but there was a definate sudden movement! *armflail* They're working on it! =D

I think.

*sigh*...

I wonder how long this is gonna go on for...

My pictograms NEVER spread anymore, since Friday... I totally know how Anzel feels like now.

I've tried everything... ;______;

Very mournful are my crystalline eyes
In which I bat at dandelions
Of origins I'm not concerned...
Let away the seed, but still their shadows
Evil as the light of dawn
Nay removes the pain, and solely leaves
Tears dripping down my face like blood

Anyone who sees me now...
No one is their name and tune
Day brings birds, and none too soon

Racketing my bleeding eardums
Always twit'ring with a vengance
Get away you stupid birds
End this racket and let me sleep
For not yet has my mother come
Understand this, little bird...
Life is delicate, and so are bird bones...if you doth know what I mean.

He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't live like this.

Why did he have to suffer so?

The navy-pelted stag dropped to the soft, cool soil. With no other desire than to relieve the anguish consuming him, Walter slammed his face hard against the ground. A scream of agony followed and filled the air. Droplets of blood splashed amongst the grass. The mask's spines previously used for defence had turned against their master and now embedded themselves deep within Walter's cheeks.

Beneath the mask of ivory, tears formed and fell. He knew he deserved this pain, this inner turmoil. Each day of his human life had been spent rejecting hospitality and love from others. But now, here, in the eternal second life, he desired nothing else than the warmth and comfort of another.

Walter lay where he fell and made no effort to move, letting his blood and tears combined stain the floor around him. Noone was here to comfort or assist him. He was alone.

Sleep overcame the stag, with the pain and sadness being his only lullaby. He made no effort to remove the mask from his face, or even stop the bleeding. Instead he lay there and accept the agony burrowed mentally and physically within him, tearing at his soul.

"This is the punishment I deserve."

Dl my picto has gone mad!!!
see the spell button D:

November
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What you see, is your last chance, your last breath, your last day to stand up and face the music. Hear the encore, and take your bow. It will be your day, it will be your last. Will your story be told on, like the trees in May and June. Or will they wither and fall....in November.... Will your picture be in the history books, but no one knows your name? Just another picture in the book, another child, or adult, or senior. Remembered, like the trees in May in June, and forgotten in November...

you came back to me all that was left was your remains. I was trying to save you from this weather but I can't always be out there to stand with you in the weather. It's too cold outside, and I must have been too seelfish to keep you alive. I'm sorry, but theres other trees out there. Your one tree. One tree in this huge forest.

You layed in you box wings spread, but you looked cold. I covered you up with a blue towel, and left you too your rest. The tears of rain clouds were like drugs, the burned and tapped in my head keeping me from knowing what happened when I was asleep. I slept, I awoke. I checked on you, I picked you up. Your wings spread, your necked snapped....I held you higher, the cloth was around you, and you looked like christ himself...

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