SO, so far im enjoying this, although i havent the clue what im really doing, but that is besides the point.
I missed out on the Hallows Eve celebration here but its alright, i believe there is something on Sunday? Not sure.

regardless Ive spent my first hour here.
And i took a photo to show my excitement and some really nice people Ive met:)



im laying down. The lovely deer behind me, well theyre being lovely.


Ill have more updates and possibly a story for my little guy..


Enjoy..deers.:

<3G

Will this affect the timing of the event tomorrow? If so, when should I get up? Meep!

I thought that I could share some screenshots, because there seemed to be some people who missed the event... I almost did too because when the party started, my computer lagged so badly that I got only about 2 frames/second. <_< So I tried to take lots of pictures, so I could look at them better later... Here´s some of them.


Waiting for party...


I had fun even before the abiogenesis started. ^^


Omg, the statues! They are running away! D=


Must chase them!


Fire at the ruins?


Lots of flowers!


What happened?! o_O


Follow the giant deer!


What now?


Disco!


Omg, huge, weird shadow... o__o


The statues, giant zombie and more flowers!


White deer commanding lightning! ...or not.

It seems as though, according to the Rose Deer, that we have infected them with out disease.

After the day in which Jared deer entered our realm, all was fine for a time, until now.

The Rose Deer have become afflicted with our disease.

Wish well for them, for they still can claw their way out of our Abyss of Ghosts. But they are fading fast. Tread wisely, young friends, for no longer may the normal deer keep their feet from the sludge that keeps us down here.

Might I query, are there others who are showing the warns of the disease?...

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Chapter One

ONE

...will obviously look better when I have more pages, lul.

Hellooha! :V
Tonight I was running around in the forest. Suddenly I was thirsy so I went down to the pond to drink. When I was there I saw two deers who was on the ground on the deep water! I tryed to get down to them, but I just became a frog all the time! So I wonder if there is someone who knows how to stand on the battle on the deep side of the pond?! If you know, please tell me!

// Bellie

The color of the leaves is an eternal green. Although they may sparkle towards the maple or the nightlight, shall they always be green in this world? I think so. And it is with this that I shall always be the queen of the world of ghosts, lacking of a king and endlessly twined to hope with all that I have been created from.

It is for this reason that I permanently danced to the tune of the Abio I could never hope to see. I have hopes for the Gods to allow me within their realm for a day, but high hopes are all I ever seem to have.

All I can do is lie in wait and beg for other deer to cry to the Gods who hear my calls as faint and ghostly cries towards nothingness.

I was seen, but not regarded as anything more than a centerpiece in the cage. So I am, so I shall be.

The next few days shall explain to me whether or not I may be permitted to enter...

Did anyone else see this?



The other deer were giving me some very strange looks @-@;


Pretty!

(Something done very quickly. It's stupid. xD Dunno' why I'm posting it.)

"Where is it!"
He grabbed me by the collar of my jacket, yanking me over the desk. He was looking me right in the face with those ugly, beady snake eyes. "Tell me!" He roared, digging his nails into my neck. I had to force myself to not spit in his hideous, creased face. "I-eh. I got it." I muttered, wincing as I felt blood began to trickle from my neck wounds. "Then where is it?! Do you think this is a game? Huh?!" His hands tightened around my throat. All I could do was writher patheticly is his grasp. "It's in my bag!" I choked out. He quickly removed his hands from my neck. My neck was sore and bleeding, but I couldn't worry about that now. He pointed at the bag, I picked it up and set it on his desk. "It's in there, all of it." I mumbled. His eyebrows narrowed, and he began to open the zipper. I had to think of something, for I would surely be killed when he found it empty. My eyes darted franticly around the room. There! In the corner was a pale red vase. While he was looking through my large bag, I made my way to the vase. I slowly picked it up, it was heavy and made of glass. It would have to do...
The sound of his muffled groan and the shattering of the lamp was most likely heard from outside the room, and the others could enter the room any second. My heart beat painfully against my chest. The only exit was the window. I ran to it. My hands finally unlocked the latches, and I peered out the window. It was a 15, maybe even more foot drop. I could hear the sound of footsteps running up the stairs. It's the only way...I climbed up onto the window's ledge, and braced myself for the fall. I tightly shut my eyes, clenched my teeth, and jumped.

(This is about one of my deer when they were younger, they aren't a part of whatever they were a part of anymore. Guess who it is. It's easy! xD)

"You are mine."

His heart quailed again. "You belong to me now," The shadows growled. "Nothing you can do will do can ever break this bond. You are a pet, a slave, a toy on my shelf, a-" "Prove it."

The shadows fell silent amongst the rain. Jingle couldn't tell if it was just because of the rain or if he had nearly wet himself out of terror by now.

There was a long silence. At last, they spoke again. "...what?"

Jingle blinked in the gloom, legs shaking, little toothpicks trying to hold up a nearly full-grown deer. "Prove it. I refuse to belong to you until you give me solid proof. Contract?" His heart was going a million miles now. Hell, what if he does have a contract? Scary spirits don't have contracts... The shadows fell into deep thought for a moment, before releasing a great, exasperated sigh. "Child, this is ineffable. You can't just refuse." "I can and I w-will unless I see a contract, mister."

"I'm a great spirit, I don't write things down. I don't have a little ectoplanner. I don't have a calendar that says 'November First, go get stupid child'. I'm a busy ghost! I have no time for contracts!"

Jingle thought for a moment, and said, reproachfully, "You should invest in a planner, sir."

There was silence. Jingle stood in the rain for a half-hour, waiting for a reply. At last, he caved, turning from the branched trees and heading home. "I hope he buys one with a waterproof cover."