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I know I normally have Quad sit at Run's memorial by the Ruins, but today I figured we could sit somewhere else. Those of us who remember Run certainly do miss her, but I know many of those players have long left the Forest.

Quad's sitting at the Crying Idol today for the 5th anniversary of my father's passing away. He lost the fight to colon and liver cancer in July of 2010.



Please keep in mind that I will not be at my laptop the entire time, but just being there with Quad if only for a little while is all you need to do.

If you guys don't mind, please take screenshots for me. And if you can't make it, please don't feel bad, I understand completely.

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I wish I knew a way to describe my Dad. It's surreal talking about him, remembering things about him.

We always say Dad is talking to us when we hear a train in the distance. We always see him when a Post Office truck passes by (he worked as a letter carrier for 48 years). I personally think of him any time I see anyone wearing a University of Alabama logo on their shirt or hat, or seeing a car with it driving by.

He's not here anymore, but he's always with us.

I wish Dad could see where I am now. What I'm doing. I think it would have made him smile seeing me working at my dream job.

Hi,
I am searching for any unused gen 1-3 pictograms. I am creating a character and was going to use this pictogram, but I don't feel like it fits him. So if you have any that you don't use, I would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you for looking.

I'm not very good at this, obviously, but how do I put a picture that I drew up on here?

So I've been a member of the game for almost a month now, and I'd like to get to know a few more people before my fawn grows up. As always, you can find my deer's symbol on my account page. I'm online daily, so I'm always available making little deer herds and whatnot I also do enjoy roleplaying, so if you'd like to commence in something of the sort, I'd gladly participate with you ^^ I look forward to meeting all of you in the forest!

La desgracia nos rodea,
nos revelamos y nos soltamos
como un caballo mal domado,
buscamos salir de ella,
pero siempre nos encuentra,
nos persigue

Al momento de enfrentarla
nos aliamos a personas
que ni siquiera nos comprenden,
pero igual nos da la sensación de seguridad

Continuamos caminando
Con la mirada al frente
Y con el corazón en el pasado,
Recordamos y olvidamos
lo necesario para vivir

Lo único que tenemos
tu y yo en común
es la desgracia de perder
lo que mas amábamos

By: Libertad

I recently was having trouble with my cursor disappearing behind my Chrome window in Windows 8 on my touchscreen laptop. Today I found out that disabling the hardware acceleration ( settings > advanced settings > uncheck box for 'use hardware acceleration when available' ) solved the issue. I then logged in to the forest in windowed mode and found that my framerate was 10fps higher no matter where I was.

Not sure if it works, but I think it may be correlated.

Just thought I would share.

I got the mini deer spell and saved it, but now when I load I don't have my purple pelt anymore.
oh noooooo~

I'm in a mushroom circle currently but I"ll go to the old oak if anyone is bored.
pluease ouo

just jump in with your deer. i couldnt connect to the game properly so im starting an open roleplay especially for others that cant connect!

Lost forest is a place where lost deer sleep before entering the endless forest this is just for fun so please dont scold me for making this i know that theres no lost forest in the game but i think its a nice place to start my faun untill i can get the game connected.


A glowing white faun sat alone in the darkness, her body had not taken a physical form yet and knew nothing of the outside world. she wandered about looking for a friend to play with. she howled out into the world hoping for any response that would guide her to some company.
The faun found a patch of dark green grass illuminated by a group of fireflies. the brightest firefly rested on the faun's ear. she walked into the center of the patch of grass and sat down again.

Hi there.
Anyone reading this, I'm already thanking you. I've been trying to find the proper designs for all of my deer characters, but I also need some help discovering things.

Does anyone know the sounds that each mask makes? Often it sounds like the default deer sound, then sometimes like the real deer mask sound, but there are some other masks that make weird sounds which I'd like to know about...

Does anyone know the various sounds of each mask? Or which mask makes which group of sounds?

[center]The forest hand't changed in a long, long time. The stag's thoughts turned to this as he plodded along, enjoying the sights and sounds of his home. The inhabitants had, but the forest had not. A sense of finality washed over the black and white coat Moss once again wore. All-in-all, he was trying to justify his return to his old appearance. It seemed to be working well. Why did I feel a need to change, if the forest hadn't? Rueful feelings stirred in his deep chest. The toxicity wasn't toward anyone but himself, though. Years now, and he had tried to change himself so many times that the deer had lost count. All of that was for naught. The echo in his head made Moss turn back his white ears for a moment as he stopped to the left of a favored tree.

The stag sat with his back to the First Forest and face toward the Playground. A soft noise was made when he bedded down. Nothing changed just because he was here. Everything went on as was normal for the Forest. Somewhere deep inside the stag was a nagging thought: I am required to change just to keep up with how they change. A small amount of bile rose with the cud that the stag wished to ruminate on. The stag's upper lip crinkled a bit as he swallowed the concoction back down. That thought is toxic to who I am. The ugly feelings were brushed to the side, not completely gone but not all there. The only thought in the stag's head was to lay his crown on the forest floor.

The ground was cool and lightly wet. Moss would protect the same-named stag from a muddy face. The two-toned hart scanned the base of the grass in front of him with his dark eyes. Everything needs a base to start from. It was a kind of eureka moment, if there ever was one. Carefully now, the bases of the grass were really studied. Everything was white and dark. Grass was green, but the base was white and dark.