Write the first few lyrics of a song and then the person below you must guess the song, along with another first few lyrics of another song.

And no cheating.

I'll start.


The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

I wrote a story with the rock hounds with Peirce, but Voice wants to kick some butt too.

As Voice took a glimpse at the lake's reflection, she saw that little silver circle in the sky. Some call it the "Moon". Voice galloped away from the pond and listened to the crickets singing. She could see some deer sleeping in soft patches of grass. Voice wished she could sleep right now. But she couldn't. Voice had a feeling there was trouble coming, and she couldn't sleep on a dark, dangerous, night.

Voice is a ghost. When she was alive she lived with her mother, father, and twin brother as a fawn. One day they found the father's dead body. When Voice grew up, she became more suspicious of her father's death. Then one day her brother killed her. It turned out her brother had killed her father.

Voice tried to search for what was causing her to get this feeling. The crickets' song was interrupted by a sound, like... something was hunting her. "Who's there?" she said, and when no one answered, she started assumed it was her imagination. "Run!" Suddenly, Voice felt something jump onto her back and biting deep into her throat. She screamed as she felt it being pulled off by another deer. Voice turned around and saw a deer with the real deer mask on and the peacock pelt, and he had really huge antlers. The stag was wrestling with a wolf skeleton, which had glowing yellow eyes and icky black stuff all over it. Suddenly she heard a crack, and a yellow crystal fell out of the skull's head. The crystal and the eyes went dim, and the bones scattered apart.

"What... was... th-that?" Voice whispered to the peacock stag. The stag faced her and said, "Rock Hound. A wolf skeleton. They are all after some bluebuck named Quad." he paused. "We better get out of here. Where there is one rock hound theres more." Voice nodded in agreement and they both galloped away.

Once they were sure they were far enough from the site, they searched for shelter.

That's right. I might be leaving. I'm almost to the point of tears.

But why is BLD18 leaving?

Peirce is a very young buck, and can get annoyed by fawns easily. Usually he will just sit down and ignore the fawn. This may change as he gets older, but for now, the most annoying thing to Peirce is a fawn. Well, Peirce was recently being followed around by a fawn and he got annoyed. Everywhere he went the fawn went. So Peirce just ran, hoping the fawn didn't follow, and thankfully, he wasn't. Then found a group of deer chillin'. Peirce got angry when he saw a mini fawn. I didn't take a good look at the picto, so I mistakened the fawn for the one that was following Peirce. He got annoyed and started rearing at the fawn, hoping this would scare off the fawn. One of the deer protected the fawn and soon we got into a big fight. Peirce ended up getting hurt and learned his lesson.

I thought this would all be forgotten soon, but then everyone started ranting on me on Peirce's behavior and how horrible I am for hurting the fawn. Then I suddenly realized that the fawn's picto was different as the other fawn's. I was so angry at myself. I went on Lune's (the mini fawn I attacked) bio and he was also ranting on me and Peirce, two horrible people/ deer who should of never entered this world.

I bet all of you think I'm a horrible person now. I realize that a lot of players here are new, or not IC, and that there are also people who use their deer to fight random deer out of the blue. I don't use Peirce as a killing machine. I only attacked the fawn by accident. I never meant to scare off any new players, or change the forest into a bad, horrible place.

IRL, I am not a nice person. I never meant to be mean, though. No matter how hard I try to be nice, I screw up and everyone hates me. I thought I could be a different person on TEF. But the people on TEF also hate me, they don't care if I screw up. I am never a nice person on TEF.

If any of your deer have a real deer mask, do you imagine the mask as a mask or his/hers true face?

Voice doesn't wear the real deer mask, and I always imagine Peirce wearing a mask. His face looks awesome without the mask, but I don't want to let him go naked.

Peirce is NOT feeling himself today. He will probably have this gloomy feeling for a long time and it's best if you leave him alone. And, fawns, run away at the sight of Peirce. And if Peirce is wearing the high pitched mask, he is very cranky and can get very mad.

Peirce does not like fawns right now. This may change as he gets older, but right now he thinks they are absolutely annoying. Today he was being followed by a mini fawn and decided to teach him a lesson. Peirce was attacked by rock hounds and then right after he heals he is attacked by a deer who is apparently protecting the mini fawn. Peirce will have to get used to being hurt.

Please, if your a fawn, it's best to leave Peirce alone. When his health is 50% or lower he will wear the high pitched mask, and he will be the most crankiest at that time. So fawns, when you see Peirce, just walk away quietly, especially when he's wearing the high pitched mask.

Ok, first of all I have two computers, and Peirce lost both of his sets on them. On one computer I can't play the game for a bit, so when I do, I need someone to help get my set back. On my other computer which I'm on right now, at first I needed someone to help find my mask, now for some reason my whole set is gone.

I've completely almost had it now. Please, someone help me.

1. Your favorite animal is deer (duh)
2. You believe your deer is real.
3. You think every forest you step into is endless.
4. You go on TEF on a daily basis.
5. You flip out if you cannot play TEF for one hour.
6. You know you're obsessed with it.
7. You have way to many deer characters.
8. You've wore every mask, antler, and pelt in the game.
9. You can only draw deer.
10. You bug your friends about deer and TEF.
11. You don't believe in God. You believe in the Twin Gods.
12. You think you will become pure white every time you pray.
13. You use TEF emotions and actions everyday.
14. People say you moo in your sleep.
15. Your favorite food is mushrooms.
16. Your fingers bleed from typing on your blog.
17. Your not in good shape because you've spent half of your life on the computer.
18. You have a dream involving the Endless Forest every night.
19. You believe your inner animal is a deer.
20. You've been playing the game from the very start.
21. You've encountered every glitch and bug in the game.
22. You throw up at the thought of eating venison.
23. You have shape-shifted into every animal in the game.
24. You get excited over a stack of deer in the game.
25. You never want to be a hunter.
26. You've created an organization to stop hunters from hunting deer.
27. You take every deer you see home and keep it as a pet.
28. You are never too far from your computer.
29. You check the map every day to see who's online.
30. You pretend you're a deer every day.

As soft as water, and as pretty as snow, glistening in the meadows as the moon light dances.

Not fast nor slow, and not quiet nor loud, a doe who's long fur danced with the wind trotted though the forest, as though if she went any faster the forest would fall apart. The voices of the forest souls calmed her, and the lovely trees and their leaves rattling with the wind were pretty. Not beautiful... pretty. Simple. Basic. Though wonderful. What this meant the doe didn't know. She suddenly felt something... though not as painful as anything she has ever encountered, more like... a sharp nail poking her. She ignored the pain and looked at the beauty of the forest, hoping it would shoo the pain away. But every second the pain got worse, and the doe could not enjoy the loveliness. She fell to the ground, screaming in pain, though the souls of the forest didn't answer her call. They didn't need to. The doe knew what was happening. The pain was unbearable. She thought she could not do it. She felt the little fawn trying to escape, trying to find the door to freedom. The doe needed to get her fawn out. She started pushing as horrible as it was. She screamed in pain, but she knew it would be over soon. The fawn's head popped out and he was gasping for air. The rest of the body slipped out before they knew it. A new fawn was born. He struggled to his hooves but fell, and, struggling again, got up. He walked over to his mother on wobbly legs, nearly stumbling at times. The doe nuzzled her child and watched as he sniffed a stick. "What do you have there?" she said softly. The fawn picked the stick up with his mouth and spit it out, then picked it up again. The fawn threw it and it scraped his mother's leg. Drops of blood tricked down her wound. "Ouch!" His mother yelled. She took a look at her wound then looked back to her child. He was smiling as though he wanted to hurt his mother. "You pierced me with a stick!" Then, she smiled.