...Actually, this is one of those link-post recommendation things like Vandettta's post

Here's some of my favorite online games! New additions in bold

Someone played Sushi Cat on Livestream and I fell in love with it...so here's the links to it.

Sushi Cat

Sushi Cat 2

Infectonator: World Dominator

This is only level TOO

Pwong - Think Pong, but more insane!

Bubble Elements Earth - Very foresty

Dodge

Zodiac Reactor

Shadow Snake - this is a very beautiful game, simple idea but I love the flow of it and the quotes.

Timemu - this game is crazy!

Microbe Kombat

Falling Sand Game - no objective, just silliness

Alchemy

Boomshine

Amira

The Asylum: Psychiatry for Abused Cuddlytoys - was posted in a chatroom, very fun and you can actually buy the characters in the game in their shop.

Transformice - I play occasionally.

A gardener was working, tending to her garden by pulling weeds. She was unaware that a green snake was passing through the garden. He was not venomous, but while he slithered by the gardener, she moved abruptly when she saw him. Startled, the snake lashed out on instinct, biting her leg.

He drew back, realizing what he had done. He looked up to her and spoke, "I'm sssorry, ma'am, I did not sssee you there. I did not mean any harm, you ssstartled me and I cannot control myssself when I am ssstartled. The damage wasss done and I wisssh I could fix it."

The words of peace from the snake fell on deaf ears, as the gardener struck the snake's head with a shovel.

Laying nearly dead, his last words were, "I'm...sssorry..."

How can we ask forgiveness when we unintentionally do harm?
How can we repair the damage we do?
How can we apologize when the words don't get through?

"It's been a year since that day...
Our antlers clashed and locked over a doe
And I stood victorious over you.
I watched you fall to your death
And on that day, I took her far away
So she would forget about you.
It's been a year, and I have returned
And have heard that you are still alive..."



Design by Chickenwhite


Name- Dond
Gender- Stag
Age- Mid 20's

Picto- X
Set- Fan Antlers, Kabuki Mask, Fan Pelt

Rival- Blixt (will get a bio for him soon)

History-
Dond was Blixt's best friend in their fawnhood, but when a doe came into the picture, both of them fell in love with her. When she began to notice Blixt more over Dond, he became infuriated, and fought Blixt for her love. They clashed on a cliffside, and ultimately Dond threw Blixt off the cliff to his death.

Blixt, nearly dead, was healed by Michael and given a luchador mask to cover a deep gash that cut across his face. Blixt had no recollection of the events that took place, or even who he was. He went to live in the Endless Forest, unaware that his rival would return one day.

Dond and the doe left the land in search of a better life, but incidentally, he would not be able to protect her from a coyote pack. Dond escaped with his life, only to watch as the doe he and Blixt fought over was torn to pieces (I'll write this part of the story one day too).

A boy named Jake gives a lone stag a place to rest for the night, and the next morning, he found a surprise surrounded by hoofprints in the snow.

A King and a Page were charitable to the poor, setting an example for us all.

The antics of three deer who tilted their heads at a Christmas ornament on a tree, who discovered the meaning of the season.

A kind deer listens to a lonely ghost fawn, and helps him find his long lost mother.

A disfigured stag, who nearly gave up hope, was invited to dance with others and shown true friendship.

A lost deer, believed to be one of Santa’s reindeer, was treated kindly and became the talk of an entire town.

The dance of the deer, a celebration that all are welcome to attend.

A doe and her mate, seeking shelter from the rain, give birth to a miracle fawn.

The strange party of the most evil and vile monsters, who in their own way enjoy the season.

A storyteller retells a Christmas classic for a group of fawns, and later discovers that the story is really true.

A curious doe who wants to learn how to fly, and soon becomes the center of an extraordinary event.

And the tale of Walter Scrooge, who was shown the meaning of generosity and changes his view on the world.



These stories express several important virtues – kindness, generosity, and merriment.

She's fallen asleep. I'm still awake, typing away on my laptop. I look over to her, the still dachshund, dreaming dachshund dreams. She is buried in a pile of blankets, her head sticking out from them.

I continue to watch my computer screen, when I hear the faintest sounds. "Pip...pip...pip...", she speaks. I don't know what it means. Is she calling to me? Is she asking for help? Does she need me to rescue her from a nightmare?

I turn around to the bed, petting her head and whispering to her. She opens her eyes, looking at me without moving her head. I watch as her eyes slowly close, she's fallen asleep again.

And now I can't leave her side.

Okay guys, just another fun topic...

What was your deer's first set? This is mostly for anyone who has changed their deer's look before.

*drumroll*

Original Quad:

In my early years I was a caterpillar.
I wanted the world for my own.
I had dreams but never thought they'd come true.
So I gathered and ate all that I could find.
I was greedy and selfish.

One day, I hid myself from the world.
I secluded myself from those around me.
I fell into a state of depression.
The cocoon wrapped and concealed me.
I did not want them to see.

And then I broke free from the sorrow.
I now could fly and fulfill my dreams.
I no longer took but gave instead.
The beauty of my soul was painted on my wings.
I became an inspired butterfly.

I was given away. My original owner tired of me. I miss them, but I suppose not everything will last. They put me in a garbage bag with other things - old shoes, clothes, a couple of hats, some old books...other things they decided to part with. I sat there in the darkness of the bag, I was crying but they couldn't tell.

It's hard...so very hard...to feel unwanted.

I was taken to a thrift store with the other things they decided to get rid of. I felt them drop the bag there, speaking a few times with the workers at the store. Then I heard the car door close. That was the last time I ever heard their voice.

I was taken in, dumped out of the bag. The things were sorted, including me. I saw others, some were crying, others were badly injured. A few were glad to move on.

They cleaned me and stapled a price tag onto my ear. $1.99...that is my worth. I was worth so much more when they first bought me brand new. I guess that's the price of something used and abandoned.

They took me and some of the others inside the store. They placed me on a shelf, where many others were at. They were much more hopeful than those in the back area - they believed that any day could be their day to be adopted. One by one, I saw people walk by, a few looked at me, but were more interested in someone else. I watched the others picked up and placed into a shopping cart. I watched them as they were taken away to their new lives.

I let out a sigh, thinking about what things would be like, wondering if and when I'd be adopted. I had the same fear as the others with me, that I may be rejected, that I may be thrown away. I was thankful that my previous owners gave me this chance, but it was only a chance, not a guarantee.

Moments passed. I had begun to lose my hope when you came along. You looked at me for just a moment, and that was all it took. You picked me up, petted me, smiled at me. And then you put me into your cart.

This is an adaptation of Charles Dickens novel, A Christmas Carol. It will not be completely true to the original, and I intentionally changed things.


“Dead as an old rotten mushroom…”, he spoke, looking down at his deceased partner. “Hmph…you were a good partner, Laghodessa. But you are no use to me dead.”

Walter Scrooge walked away from the body, walking toward the old place where he and Laghodessa worked in the Forest. The grumpy old stag worked with Laghodessa in the business of selling mushrooms to other deer in exchange for pinecones. For seven years, he continued the work alone, his disposition to the other deer terribly awful. They, in return, shunned him. No deer dared walk toward Walter, speak to him, even look him in the eye. One fawn walked by, unaware of who he was. “Merry Christmas, sir!”, he spoke. “Bah! Humbug!”, Walter spat. The fawn stopped, tilting his head. “Christmas? A humbug?”, he asked the old stag. Walter stopped, turning and glaring at the little one. “Why don’t you do the Forest a favor and decrease the census population?”, he spoke, turning and walking off without a reply.

Walter went to the old mushroom dealership where he worked. Silence was there, working away. Walter stopped and looked over to him, “I suppose you want all day off tomorrow?”, he spoke. “It only comes once a year. We’re going to have a Christmas feast.”, Silence replied. “And I suppose you want a full day’s pay, too?”, Walter questioned. “Well…”, Silence began, but Walter shook his head.

“Watch me fly, watch me fly!”, Snow shouted happily. Raleigh watched as the doe’s flying was a little wonky. “Look down, look down!”, he called to Snow, who looked down and lost her concentration and fell from the sky, crashing into Ourania and Scape. Raleigh burst out laughing, “You three look ridiculous!”, he jeered, taking his turn to fly.

“Oh are you alright?”, Celeste asked, running to see if she could help the others in the crash. While Ignis Divine and Tusse were in flight, Zergarikiaka helped Ourania to her feet while Celeste helped Scape and Snow. Raleigh had walked off, going to tell others about what he had just seen. “Forget him.”, Zerg spoke, “Let’s keep practicing. We need to get all of this right.”

With Ignis Divine and Tusse landed, the seven deer (without Raleigh) began to discuss tips and tricks for their flight. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, the plans were going just fine. In the distance, a lone doe sat, watching the deer and their amazing flying. She dreamed of what they were doing, and she was willing to learn.

Halafax approached the crowd as they broke up and continued to practice flying. Tusse turned to see the doe there. “Hello, can we help you?”, he asked Halafax. The doe smiled, “I’d like to learn how to fly…”, she spoke. The others turned and looked toward her. “Sorry…”, Zergarikiaka said, “But we’re practicing for a big event tomorrow. We don’t really have the time to teach you.” “But…”, Halafax didn’t understand. “Listen, it’s nothing personal, but we’re behind on our rehearsal.