According to Michael, the new Tale of Tales game 'The Path' is set to be released on March 18th. There's also a new website up for it: http://grandmothers-house.net/

Oooh, I'm so excited! The graphics look so enchanting and the storyline is intriguing. I really want to compliment them for dedicating so much time and effort into creating a game that looks like it will be incredible.

Gahhhh, the anticipation is killing me xD

Yesterday I visited the endless forest for the first time, and what I found was more than just a virtual piece of interactive art, it was a kind of asylum, a peaceful place to stay and relax.

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Am I an annoyance? I dunno. I just feel like, for some reason, that I'm getting on people's nerves. I really don't know why.

...sorry. ;C

((This is just a story about Seed, taken one chapter at a time, with not a whole lot of planning, I have to admit. Enjoy my overly-vague, short prologue.))

All stories begin, in some way or another, with “once upon a time.” That time is simply subject to variance. Everything has a time, even stories like this, which happened not entirely in time. There are flowers that grew, blossomed, and died; their seeds are now beginning to grow. A new ring has been added, expanding out last year's ring. Last year’s hatchlings build their nests. That is when this story happened.

“Are you happy?” They asked him. They had asked him it all the time, since fawnhood: he had stopped listening, because he couldn’t stand to be asked it. He knew, at times, he could answer it. And, more often than not, he couldn’t.

He could watch his friends assembled, each with their beloved, and he with his own, each inside their own little microcosm, each bound by laws of attraction as they ran, looping back on one another, connected as the tiny balls of juice that made up a blue berry…How could he say that he wasn’t happy, when he was wanting, as he was, to take that moment and stretch it out like a silk cocoon being unraveled.

When he was sitting on his favorite rock, with nothing but the birds for the company he wanted, with a spot next to him left hollow, with the moments between when she – or anyone else – was with him seeming to stretch out as wide and empty as the space between the stars...how could he give an answer, feeling as he felt, when it was better if he didn’t answer that way?

The best choice, though, was to clamp his ears down tight and stop listening to those voices, dreamed or real or half-remembered.

ALSOOOOO would it trouble you to pass on to the TEF people that my grades are going up but I won't be back just yet? c: THANKYOUUUUU. -cheekkiss- ~Fayne via DA.

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"A piebald is an animal, usually a horse, that has a spotting pattern of large white and black patches. The colour of the horse’s skin underneath its coat may vary between black (under the black patches of hair) and pink (under the white patches). The colouring is generally asymmetrical. Many animals also exhibit coloration of the irises of the eye that match the surrounding skin. This condition also occurs in white-tailed deer.

A genetic variation (defect) produces the piebald condition in white-tailed deer, not parasites or diseases. Piebald deer are colored white and brown similar to a pinto pony. Sometimes they appear almost entirely white. In addition to this coloration, many have some of the following observable conditions: bowing of the nose (Roman nose), short legs, arching spine (scoliosis), and short lower jaws. This genetic condition is rare with typically less than one percent of white-tailed deer being affected."

Short legs? Curved Spine? (Also associated with a small frame and deafness). So, you're wondering about what Peppa will look like? There's still possible debate, but I think Peppa is going to be a mini deer. I'd like input; but I've chosen that for 2 reasons.
A) Short legs, small frame.
B) The pelt's coloration is more similar to the piebald pelt. (Default pelt)

At the sight of his young daughter's collapse, he rose from behind her and tried to wake her. The surrounding guards took one step, and Quamar shook his head. He did not want this to be a big production. "Jax, Jaxhal! Wake up for me!" He spoke gently in her ear, and blew into her ear to annoy her. She woke up frowning, ears twitching, annoyed. The Common Deer cheered, and the Council, as if it were rehearsed, sighed all at once. Jaxhal rose up in front of their smiling faces once more, determined not to fall again. "So" she began again. "As I was saying, I cannot lead alone. None of the Council can be joined with me, as they would then hold too much power. A Common Deer will have to rise up and take the challenge." When the Common Deer heard this, they screamed and yelled and reared and kicked and laughed in joyous celebration. "Think now, Common Bucks! Are you serious about this? Do you wish to spend the rest of your life with me? Are you eligible of such power? If you think you fit this criteria, step up to the Highrock" Quamar nodded. She was doing everything right. The guards edged closer to prtoect the young Princess. No one came forward at first. They must have still been thinkig about this.


Finally, five Common Bucks rose from the crowd and stepped fourth. There was a loud gasp. Jaxhal looked at each of them and took great care in doing so. Each one was handsome in every way. They stepped up and stood tall in front of her. She asked one his name. "My name is Terren." One said. "I am Octavarium" the second one stood tall in his Zombie Set. The other three backed down and walked back into the crowd. She walked around each of them, searching them for that factor that is required to be Leader. Her father had it, and she looked at them for it. "Now, Terren, go up to the Highrock and give a speech" She surpirsed him. He nodded, handling it well, and stepped up to it. He turned toward the Common Deer.

"There's a demon on the prowl today.
Destructive yet familiar.
Do not come close you tiny fawn.
You are still too young to be crushed.

Do not come any closer now.
Can't you see him in the water?
Why are you coming closer now?
Please turn around, just turn around.

He has seen you! Run away, now!
Why aren't you running, foolish fawn?
Now he is walking toward you fawn!
I'm coming. Don't let him hurt you."


A slight poem Zerg's thoughts lined up into being while watching an angery Walter in the water, and seeing an unsuspecting fawn (gray pelted) quickly approaching her, as well as Walter.

If you'll notice, I tried to hold a 7-syllable pattern.