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August 31, 2008 - 8:55pm — fayne

lol guys get in here.

ANWAYS. Uh. This is just what it looks like. I'll keep it a bit strict, because I need to, but otherwise it's all good. c:

Rules:
1. Ask to join please lul. If you're on the list you can go ahead.
2. Keep it literate. I.E. ooc, good spelling and punctuation, the whole enchilada.
3. Uhuhuh. No more characters then you can handle, yes? c: It can't get outta hand.
4. Pfft lol I'll add more later.

Setting:
HERE LOL. In the general vicinity anyways. Sooo. We're on the coast of NC, in a small town. There's not much 'cept small stores and loads of beach houses, plus the privately owned places and a bunch of parks. Very nostalgic. It's tourist season, so it's blistering hot and plenty of you are coming down here to hang out. Tuna lives here because I do lol.

To join:
Just ask lol. Also you should prolly describe your deer in your first post and all that.

Characters:
1. Tuna (Fayne)
2. Her (Her lhasdfkhfd)
3. Witcher (Witcher lol)
4. Bale (Squeege I love you)
5. Loofa (Squeegie)
6. Vipin (YAYSARIE)

Plot so far:
Tuna, Vipin and the gang have met up on the boardwalk. Bale is being shown around by Loofa, but Tuna has offered to show him The Pier after a dinner with Her. If you want details, read the posts!

LOL BANDWAGON PLZ???

August 31, 2008 - 8:41pm — Kanaf

what do you think of me? and my deer?

do you hate me? D:

or do you wuv me? <3

AND WHAT ABOUT MY BABEHS?!?

like Skokey?
and Fulu?
and Vessel?
and Q?

I MUST KNOW BECAUSE THE BANDWAGON PROMOTES IT

Pieces of Flesh;; Vein speaks (drama)

August 31, 2008 - 7:54pm — Anzel

I feel the sun burning the tips of my delicate pelt furs, causing droplets of silver sweat to form upon my antlers. I lie, fully exposed, belly upturned towards the starved sun, hoping to be its sacrificial buffet. The smell of rotting flesh is sufficating.

Blades of unyielding grass stab at every inch of my being, slowly stabbing through the softening flesh of the vampiren victim. The venom dewdrops sizzle and evaporate upon my roasting form.

The life leaves me, slowly, endlessly, in a stream of thought and misconceptions. The foolish deer-fake that I am, fades away slowly.

The wind blows; the trees whisper and hum.

A piece of dried flesh leaves me behind.

I fade away less slowly.

What You Think About My Deer?

August 31, 2008 - 6:45pm — Lacey

Just write down what you think of my deer, Lacey! XD I'm curious.

Oh and you can make your deer talk. XD

The Mad King

August 31, 2008 - 5:51pm — Ghost

In a goalless game, I find it interesting to make up my own little games. Not too long ago, I decided on a new game.
Enter The Mad King.

I was going to wait until October to introduce this one, but call me impatient, I just can't wait.
It's gets too lonely in that pond, and no one rarely visits him.
My plan was to see if anyone noticed this "deer" staying in the pond.
But after three days, I got too bored with that plan.

Day 1

I entered this world, this Forest, on a cool, rainy day. I found my skin to be the most interesting surface in my little world. Even the bottom of my world has an interesting texture.
This is my world.
This is my kingdom.
I am its King.

I soon become aware that I'm not the only creature in this Forest. There are others around me, but they look strange. Some even have branches like that of a tree, sprouting from their heads. But those branches are not like my weeping friends. These stand tall, too proud for any leaves of their own. But I do see some crowned with flowers, and the slights hints of leaves. Perhaps they were born from the trees, as I was born from the water.

The day continues on, and I grow tried underneath the constant rhythm of rain.

Day 2

I had a dream that night. I dreamt that I was one of those walking-trees. My skin crawled at the thought.

After a quick swim to fully wake, I found my new favorite place to rest. From this spot, I can witness many of those odd creatures jumping over me and even crossing this one stone structure.