so heckin help me if all you ded mfers dont come back as spoopy scary skeletons for halloween
there better be a gotdem skeleton war you hear me



/coping

Popping back into the community after such a longtime is as weird as always. I've forgotten almost all of the familiar pictos from years past, and I don't want to be digging up old blogs to people who may or may not still be here or just stalking about.

Sooo, if you remember me, or would like to get to know me, by all means, drop a comment any time, any date. Kind of a blog that I feel safe un-burying in the future if I need or want to see who is around again.

Cheers to all the new people around and the update to the game! I can't get in-forest, but Hot Dang!

Isaita is now an elderly 6 years old! Though she hasn't grown much as a character, she has made some baby steps in the right direction. Once upon a time, she had been my ooc, me in every way, then separated herself and became her own being. Now, onto 2014, she'll continue to grow in her own way, and probably (as always) in her own time. Hopefully there will be some bigger changes for her this coming year and maybe, juuuust maybe, an official reference! Woo!
So yea, my baby's growing up!

This is just a little rant of sorts that some of you may relate to..
Most of us know that people come and go here on the community, and it hurts to say goodbye, but there's always hope or reassurance that those friends will be back one day, some day. We always look forward to seeing them around again and it's always a good day when someone comes back, even if it's not for a long time. Just seeing them again is really nice and makes a day so much better than you thought it could be.
But it's a stab to the heart when a normal glance at the map shows you an all too familiar-looking pictogram and in your haste to see if it's really that person you've been missing, you fail to really look at what you saw and you go and get your hopes way up and then it crashes when a different name turns up on the account page. Ouch. The recoil from that sudden spike of happiness is pretty painful. Especially when you have no way of otherwise finding or contacting this person.
Just...ouch. It hurts.

I've been curious about this for quite a while, and I figured I might as well ask:

When role playing, do your characters see pictograms? Their own or another's?

Maybe bringing Shinti into the Forest??

Previously a Pathfinder catfolk character that lost all nine-lives because thinking ahead is not their forte.


Name: Shinti Rifiten
Picto?: @
Sex/Gender: Androgynous male, genderfluid, he/she/they/it u don't know
Age: Previously 17
Height: um.
Form: Cervine with heavy feline influences, cream tabby coloring with small white patch on chest. Leaning towards serval-esque physique, no antlers? Dall sheep? nyala?lechwe?? little horns? probably hooved.
Scent: uh.
Set: Owl mask, Owl or Golden Butterfly pelt, Poppies or Magpie antlers

Is:
Thinks they're charming and lovable.
Easily seen as pesty or in the way.
Doesn't have much sense of personal space.
Touches everything.
Impulsive. Naive. Optimistic. Happy.
Emotional. Trusting. Impatient.
Thinks they're non-confrontational.
Is confrontational.
Curious. Friendly.


Likes:
Silks, flowy things, being pretty
Jewelry, flowers.
Friends and people.
Cuddling. Lazing.
Sunshine and clear skies.
Shiny things.

Dislikes:
Being told what not to do.
Can't do the thing.
Really want to do the thing.
Thinking about not getting to do the thing.
Being wet. Not gud swim.
Small spaces.


Deciding on how much they remember from their past life. Assuming he'll remember something at least.

bang.

That's all there was.
A single sound that rang out above all else.
Louder than the wind rushing past my ears as my body gives way without my consent.
Louder than the hurtful words that I can see my neighbor screaming at me from behind the barrel of his shotgun that is pointed at me.
Louder than the soft voice within the confines of my own mind telling me that everything would be all right now and that this was the inevitable end.



Then nothing.







It's over.





It's all over.




My life is over.



My life is over and I am not scared. I am relieved.


The nightmare that was my existence for the last ten years has ended.

The demons that I fought every day, every hour and every minute were no more.
























I can feel the wet dew against my legs.
I can hear the sound of birds chirping overhead.
I can smell the sweet scent of wildflowers that surround me.
I can see the green, soft grass as it sways upon the hill in the light breeze.

I am not dead.

Could anyone tell me if there's a simple way to avoid stealing someone's picto on the TEFc map when connecting to the game? I keep ending up with random third generation pictos instead of Isait'as picto. Ergh.

I said I wouldn't miss it, but I did! D: