In a goalless game, I find it interesting to make up my own little games. Not too long ago, I decided on a new game.
Enter The Mad King.

I was going to wait until October to introduce this one, but call me impatient, I just can't wait.
It's gets too lonely in that pond, and no one rarely visits him.
My plan was to see if anyone noticed this "deer" staying in the pond.
But after three days, I got too bored with that plan.



Day 1

I entered this world, this Forest, on a cool, rainy day. I found my skin to be the most interesting surface in my little world. Even the bottom of my world has an interesting texture.
This is my world.
This is my kingdom.
I am its King.


I soon become aware that I'm not the only creature in this Forest. There are others around me, but they look strange. Some even have branches like that of a tree, sprouting from their heads. But those branches are not like my weeping friends. These stand tall, too proud for any leaves of their own. But I do see some crowned with flowers, and the slights hints of leaves. Perhaps they were born from the trees, as I was born from the water.


The day continues on, and I grow tried underneath the constant rhythm of rain.




Day 2

I had a dream that night. I dreamt that I was one of those walking-trees. My skin crawled at the thought.


After a quick swim to fully wake, I found my new favorite place to rest. From this spot, I can witness many of those odd creatures jumping over me and even crossing this one stone structure.


Two creatures moved around my home and frolicked nearby. I watched them closely. I doubt they would even care around a small creature like me. Do they not know I am King?


But I continued to watch. Perhaps one will slip and fall into my world...


I decided to rest some more. The rain is so relaxing.



I awoke later to discover some of these creatures laying near me. The warmth was even more relaxing than the rain. Maybe these creatures aren't so bad after all.


They looked to be good friends. But what do I know? I’m just a slimy creature who feeds off of insects and worms. Apparently that makes me unworthy of friends.


So these are deer. Shall I call them "friends"? I like this comforting feeling. But still, I doubt they even know I exist.



Day 3

I thought I had a new friend today. They even took the same shape as my slimy form. But they left just as quickly as they fell in.


Nothing much else happened today. Time to rest.