so...ive never played a game like this or even wrote a blog but im glad im here this game is really like a escape that I think everyone needs once In a while

The only thing I could think of...



The body curled up on the earth looked so fresh and young and new. The aura surrounding it, though, was old and warm like a great tree in the midst of summer. No signs as to what I thought was the being's demise were visible. It just lay there... a mountain of fur patched to look like a black beast partway buried beneath the snow of the tundra. For weeks it had lay there dead... not rotting, not fading, not breathing, not stirring. No bird nor insect nor falling leaf dared lay on the body of the being. Lichens refused to grow on fur and bone. Nothing changed as the summer rolled by.

Nothing moved.

As I grew to young staghood the being still remained. I had taken a liking to resting nearby, attempting to be so still as the one with the porcelain face. I hoped, dreamed, and believed that one day the being would wake so I could see a name shining between those white bone boughs. I wanted most to see the color of his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he would tell me of what he had dreamed while asleep for the entire summer.

Though it is fact that our forest is magic, I still wonder how he survived this long.

I still will wonder how I knew that this forest deer was even alive. Without so much as a golden flicker of his pictogram or a hint of a breath, he still seemed to radiate life. It made me realize that I didn't even have a clue how old he was or how long he'd lain here.

Fall was approaching. I knew then, that if he wanted to awaken that it would be soon.

**

There are heavy-aired evenings when one becomes lost in thought behind the cracked doors of his eyelids. Upon awakening from this dreamy state, there are long drawn pauses that cause one to become impregnated with butterflies before they realize what is happening. This evening was one of those. I lay next to where he did, but kept a reasonable distance as I always had.

So, I heard there's an option to keep TEF up when tabbing out, like looking at the map. Whenever I tab out though, the game crashes. I've tried looking it up but I couldnt find anything. Thanks!

Alright so, my camera will do this weird thing almost every time I play about 10 minutes into the game. It zooms way in like this...

... and I can't zoom it out by right clicking and dragging. It just rotates. It's not really a big problem, it's just hard to see other deer sometimes with such limited sight around me.

I was just wondering if anyone else here has had this problem or if you have heard of it, and, if you have, do you know of a way to fix it?

Thanks!! =)

this is a roleplay blog for Diana

Bio: http://endlessforest.org/community/if-i-never-diana-meet-day

i'm ready for some roleplays

already. My account won't say it, because I didn't join the community until March of last year, but I downloaded the game on this day two years ago.

Might include a picture of Kerwin later, but at the moment he's being a pill to draw.

It's with this pictogram. I'll only be online for about another hour, so if you could help me out, that would be totally cool 'n stuff...

My skype name is piceous_text if you want to contact me that way!

[=darkgreen]My heart was skewered through when I saw her.

I was just sitting by my favorite sunning spot by the pond, where the river churns into the wider water, curled beneath my friend the willow.
The sun draped aross her mask -- the paint was fresh, and smelled of sweet fruit she'd used to make it. The willow leaves framed her like a halo, like a still-shutter moment as she peeked out from behind a tree. Even though I knew this would occur, I still felt like a star had fallen in front of me, like being struck by lightning from a clear blue sky. I felt the weight of a miracle, something prayed for at the odds of a million to one, hit me then.
I've never been more scared and more happy then to see her there, sudden and impossible, crossing my vision like a cardinal in flight.


I almost decided against it. I almost turned my head, and let myself be content with greetings and I missed you and news and old reminiscing -- I was almost content just to see her again, as I... I never...
I never believed... That I'd see her again. Another lover, vanished into the mist. Another chance lost. Another million moments, never to be repeated -- only to be remembered, endured by my heart for all history. I'd carry her name when only the barest shreds remembered she existed. I was prepared... I never believed...


I'm sorry.
Let me compose myself.


Instead, I asked to speak to her about something important. At first, I danced around it -- I felt I had to tell her all of it. My cowardice, my indecision -- what I'd always felt, and why I'd felt it. Otherwise, telling her, at the... I drove myself through it, my heart pounding.
When she asked me what it is I'd meant to say, I felt silly: I was still running. Still avoiding it. I looked into those bright blue eyes and, at last, I told her what I felt.

I loved her.

I loved her without expecting anything -- I felt sure whatever feelings she could have had died in her absence.