So, as most of you know, I live in New York. Town of Brunswick, to be exact.
When I posted the Wiki article about Brunswick (Linked above) at another forum, I saw this, and just about died:
"The town was historically agricultural, but began experiencing suburban sprawl in the later decades of the 20th century, which continues currently. This plague, as in most of New York State and approximately most of the United States, must be stopped."
A) Wikipedia, I love you
B) I actually agree with this, hahahah ;;
I've been debating whether or not to do this for a while, but I've decided to go ahead with it.
To be frank, Lacie's thylacine form is hardly ever used; I have been wanting to play as such more, but I've had some slight inward problems due to such:
- Not a lot of people are going to note the changes in pictogram that occur; Lacie could approach someone she knows, and they won't recognize her. I suppose that's kinda sort of the point, but at the same time, it's incredibly frustrating and taxing on me. Especially if it's someone I don't see often.
- I get tired of having to go in the menu and change accounts, then change sets; especially since I don't use Server Side.
So, what I've decided is the following:
- Lacie will be under ONE pictogram, and ONE pictogram ONLY. It will be her main one that she's always used (The star that confuses everyone because everyone has one just like it, lol)
- When Lacie is in her thylacine form, she WILL ALWAYS USE THE MINI SPELL. MINI SPELL = THYLACINE FORM, REGARDLESS OF SET.
- As some might have noticed, I've added "Current form" and "Current set" at the top of Lacie's biography, to further avoid confusion. Because again, the damn star looks like every other star in the game for those who don't use the Server Side version of TEF.
So, my laptop just got assaulted by numerous trojans and virus from god knows where. I just know that something installed itself on my laptop, and as soon as I saw it pop up, I knew I was fucked.
It's disabled BOTH of my virus scanners (AVG, and some other program I had to pay to install a long time ago for a similar event), and the scanner that scanned everything will NOT let me get rid of it unless I PURCHASE the fucking program. My credit card is maxed out, I don't have a debit account anymore, and I CANNOT tell my father about this because he will be livid that my card is maxed out.
I'm in a full out panic over this, and before anyone suggests it, I am NOT getting the computer scrubbed. I have too much shit on it to allow that to happen. So now I have my laptop just sitting here on the floor, staring at me with all these popups saying "You need to Activate this program to use it" and yadda yadda yadda.
I'm so fucking sick to my stomach over this...
OKAY, YOU CAN ALL PUNCH ME FOR BEING OVERREACTIVE OVER STUFF LIKE THIS., I BIT THE BULLET AND DID SHUT IT DOWN AND WENT INTO SAFE MODE AND INITIATED SYSTEM RESTORE, AND EVERYTHING IS FINE NOW. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH, EVEN IF I'M GRUMPY AND OVERREACTIVE A LOT.
MY VICTORY THEME:
SUCKS THEY DIDN'T WIN EUROVISION. BUT AT LEAST THE INTERNET KNOWS WHO THE REAL WINNERS ARE.
So, we've got some heavy rain in the Forest - which I absolutely love - however, I'm stuck with all of my details off. For some reason, when my details are on even in the slightest, my screen starts looking like this:
Now, the screen doesn't turn completely white - it's like it's still raining, but it's raining these huge, white blocks.
I honestly don't understand what's causing this; it's never done this before. =/
“Who are you?” You may ask, a taunting smile stretching your face, a certain expectation shimmering in your eyes.
“Come to me; do as I say.”
Many times have I asked myself the same; who am I? Often times, I have purged my own wants, my own desires, in order to satiate the will of another. Happiness eluded me, misery jeered at me. And I always found myself asking that damned question, over and over, in the hopes that I could form my own answer without being forced to recant it.
Far too many times has my heart been torn to shreds, only to be patched up then torn again. Far too many times have I chased the uncatchable, reaching, only to barely touch it before it vanished before my eyes. Far too many times have I done something with the wretched fear that I will lose something precious to me in the process. Far too many times have I questioned the love and friendships of those who have surrounded me.
I have had plenty of time to think; plenty of time to do as I please – plenty of time to see who I have wanted to see, play with whomever I wished to.
What I am about to say are words that have danced around my brain, screaming for release. Sure, as I proclaim them, my heart shall ricochet within the confines of its cage that are my ribs; fear will constrict me, as it has done so many times. But my mind will be stoic, and my words will be strong and true.
...and I know, I know I complained about these kinds of things over a year ago, but my curiosity has gotten to the point where I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't ask this, and see the responses.
What do you guys think of me? Either in-Forest, the Community, or both? preferably both
And please, please, please be honest - I don't care if you have anything to tell me but insults or harsh truths. I can handle it. I just need to know, I need to satiate my curiosity.
I've noticed in a few biographies that the player box for YT is a different colour, like a metallic grey or black.
Now, back before YT changed their embed URL, you had the option to make the box a different colour. Perhaps I'm blind, but I haven't seen this since the change.
So, how do you change the colour? Because personally, I hate how my YT boxes are sticking out in Lacie' bio like sore thumbs. >8l
It happened every single year, and today was no different. Only this time, there was an intensity not quite present in years past.
The group had holed themselves in the living room, not a word spoken between any of them. In the farthest end of the living room, a small dual-coloured fox was sunning herself on the sill of the bay windows; the orange peppered fur that glowed in the sunlight gave the impression of her being on fire, though she hardly looked disturbed by the heat her dark body was absorbing. Beside her on the floor was a considerably larger creature; adorned in garland trappings that coiled around his tines, yellow and white flowers peppering the moss that made up his frame, he too was sunning – for a very different reason.
Sprawled on the light blue carpeting in the middle of the room were three other deer. One was a small Muntjac doe, though her male build could have fooled a stranger; she was resting on the back of a larger doe, her magpie markings shimmering in the light that peeked its way through the windows. Curled up against the side of her stomach, ears flickering occasionally, was yet another doe – this one was even smaller than either of her two floor mates, her tiny brown body hiding her face.
The magpie doe turned to look at the final occupant of the room; her coat was pure white, contrasting the more neutral fabric of the couch she was occupying. Black tipped ears swiveled forward as glassy gold eyes came to rest on the blues that started back at her; she watched as the magpie’s eyes traced the fishnet that decorated her front legs.
“Do you like them?” The white doe asked, her voice low, slightly scratchy. The magpie’s eyes returned to hers, locking.
“They’re certainly different, that much I will say.” The magpie deadpanned.
