If anyone knows how to move to a new house, add new characters, or anything else, please tell me. XD I has no clue.
Now some Dark/Lagho/Bast randomness.



Sneaking off to steal from the neighbors gardens.


Dark exlains the best way to clean the counter.


Pedo smile Bast? 8X *hides from fork*


Dark wanted to rob these women's garden. |D But they were awake.


For lack of better words "Watch this!"


So they had this HUGE diamond! ... but they 'lost' it.


Bastilion decided to take Dark to the park... They start to talk, then Dark runs off to mooch off this family for their hot dogs. X'D


And there's this.
Equillevent to a friendly spar guys?


"Where'd you stash the giant diamond?"


Intimidating GLARE. 8D


More Dark being cute with Lagho.


"She's on to me!" *runs*


NO. The rut starts NEXT month. *beats with shoe, and looses hand and shoe*

I will have been a member of TEF for a year! 8D

[=crimson]After my first battle with Wesker, I had rest for but a day. Before healing much, I had been pulled into a rematch, once again being aided by Scarecrow. The rematch seemed a bit like one of my past fights with Darcy, in the sense that it had been on the public side. I had won the rematch, but had been worn down more than I'd like. My condition had not been this bad since the attack on Virgil's group, to be brutally honest. It wasn't quite as bad at least.

The following day had been spent with Kaoori, Bastilion, Amary, and several others. Initially I had been on route to the lake when Kaoori found me. I was too tired to make it, so we simply sat. Many came and went, and over time we had varied forms of sit-lines and sit-circles. Burrow had come to be as an entertainer, and managed to pull many of my companions into dancing antics. While we were resting - or I suppose, I was resting and the others making sure I don't kill myself with another fight... heh... Wesker returned, and seemed to want another rematch. I was about to oblige, but thankfully Bastilion stepped in and sent both Wesker and his companion away from the group.

I owe you more than you may realize, Bastilion... though I don't know if I may live long enough to pay back much.

The following day, a light fog had decended over the forest. Normally I would be thrilled, but I was still worn down. I caught Aegle's scent on the mist, and found her in the blueberry bowl. She was frozen... suspended from motion. Completely dispondent.

I sat beside her until she dissappeared. Scarecrow joined me, and quickly pulled me into joining him in bouncing around and hiding in trees. A DotD masked stag joined us at some point...

Now, my wounds have healed to a more comfortable point. My step has grown easier with each passing day. I have my strengh back, and I vow, I will deal with my newest Rival. I have not yet faught him at a peak of health. Both our fights...

[=aqua]I step into the madness of a suffering mind.

The world within is no more than horrors and anguish, secret fears and looming regrets, and a confusion, more prominant than anything else. The contorted demons who lurk in the darkness crawl along an non-existant ground, crying out for a light to find them and save them. Ghostly phantoms drift in and out of sight, taking up hiding places behind giant black tendrils, which have grown out of and blocked out peaceful memories. All along the sky, there are pulsating red veins ripping into the remaining traces of what must have been solid understanding at some point. Up ahead, I see iron gates, far as the eye can see. Heavy chains hold all exits in place.

Unafraid, I step threw the darkness. Where my hooves touch down, the traces of pain receed, and blue light spills into the darkness. It may only be a temporary banishment, but for now it is all that must be done. The demons are captured in the light, and vanish completely. Their cries fall mute. I come within reach of the iron gates. Between the bars are thousands of dead roses, with poppies sprouting out of their stems, only to choke on thorns. I rise and extend my forehooves, touching the nearest rose. It immediatly becomes filled with life, and from it, all the rest begin to grow vibrant with health. Their scent pushes away that of death. I step threw the bars, into the barren land beyond.

In my trail, water begins to seep out of the unseen ground, and grass begins to grow around me. It becomes as green and blue diamonds around me, creating a new ground. The veins in the air fade away, and light filters threw.

[=crimson]It has been a long time since I have written last, or so it seems. These past days have been both confusing and demented, though in the madness there has been less aggression than usual. I had spoken with The Priest, and come to understand where he comes from historically, and how this so-called Endless forest came into existence as a safe-haven for the deer... as long as they serve those blasted twin idols. My meeting with the priest has left me uncertain of my own views, and I have considered perhaps speaking with his gods.

With time, I have come to see that this will not come to pass. I cannot even come near the demon statues without some interference leading me away. A few days ago, at the top of their hill, I had been pulled into a 'cloning' with two others... one being the infamous 'Glitch Deer' himself. I do admire his abilities... to absolutely bewilder and confuse the majority of those in this forest. One day, I should like to understand his abilities and duplicate them. Fanciful dreaming aside, that day had led to a strange level of social interaction. My companion, Bastilion, had joined us, along with Amary, and we began to behave as fawns. Air dancing and frolicking until devout pelts became spammed.

Hrnnnn.... I will never wear the pelt of Laghodessa's murders...

Last night I tried again. My head had been struck with a constant ache, and my ankles bled out with a heavier flow than the norm. Perhaps my frustration over these statues had manifested into this physical deterioration. When I reached the statues, I was been immediately met by Scarecrow and a strange stag I have not previously encountered. This stag, bore the skeletal pelt and skull mask, like me... though he proudly wore the same massive antlers as the priest. He immediately reminded me of the stags I had once led out of the forest. Save for the fact that he was taunting at Scarecrow and I upon sight.

Actions:

Laugh + rear = Maniacle Laughter
Anger + laugh = Evil Laugh

Cower + moo = "ACK!"
(may be followed by running away)

No + moo = "NOOOOOOOOO!"
Taunt + Nod + Taunt = Spar request

Bow + Rear = a Salute

The cursed demon stood at the foot of Twin God hill, ears perked and six crimson eyes glancing about for the red-pelted priest. Threw the downpour, it was difficult to make out the pictos of the many deer in the forest, though not impossible. Darkweaver would not fight tonight, but instead, speak with his polar opposite. The familiar sense of faith soon cut his senses, causing him to turn his head and fix each eye's gaze upon the Priest's silhouette. He dipped his head in a casual greeting before speaking. "So, you wished to speak with me?" Darkweaver rasped, voice barely audible under the roar of the rain.

ooc: Short entry is short. Busy with stuff atm. |D

Soooo, I decided I wanted to restore the defaults for some places in sims 2...
So I did, but that ment loosing my humandeer.

Sooo, I extracted the humandeer first, then restored defaults. (a pain, but only mild)

Then went to the builder mode, deciding to throw all my humandeer into one family.
I did.

Then I found a few ... bugs....

:| The head meshes got messed up and some deer got cross gendered.

So I deleated and started again from scratch.

|D Now I should go to sleep, but they're all remade into one big insane family, minus two members. (Tiralarc and Nekura will have to be thrown in a different family, but they were made.)

Insanity will be recorded... once my head stops hurting. XD

No, none shall access THIS 'fridge! |c



Feed.... me... you'r... FAAAAAIL!



Mar Sart 1.0 encounters the Social Bunny... and ignores it for his hands.
fail.



General Darkweaver looks pleased. Who knows why.

- NOW TO MOVE ON TO UPDATED VERSIONS -



Introducing, Mar Sart 2.0, Zergarikiaka 2.0, a random jogger, and MR VOLLYBALL!



HIIII GUYS! 8D



Appearantly Mar Sart was not ment to be a great pianist.



Can you guess which one is from space?
Or at least not earth?



The creator makes an appearance!



Nerd talk! It's totally all done telepathically.



D= NOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!
Reaper: OH YES
NOOOOoooo!
Reaper: YEEEES!
NOOooooo...
Reaper: ........ YES.

And got my game working again. =3
So yus, I live. |D