Since this happened last night, I will record it now despite already having made a daily post.

Last night my baby sister took a swing at the game. I sat with her to help her out with what little I had learned. To my surprise, she rather enjoyed it. She wanted desperately to have candles on her antlers but I'm not sure baby deer can even do that-let alone how to do it. This frustrated her a bit but she found a mask she really liked and it cheered her up.

What I liked the most was how many "friends" she was making. She met three or four younglings like herself and danced with them. One of which bestowed her with a new mask, seemingly deleting the one she liked. My sister chased this one and bucked angerily at it until it ran off. I, myself, would have been very hesitant in using agressive behavoir but to each their own.

The night ended with my sister being purple with large antlers and a mask which looked like a painted plank over her face. Not my first choice, but whatever makes her happy. I hope she keeps playing. This might end up being a good way for her to relax after a long day.

My first session was a couple of days ago and very brief.
My friend and I were sitting at the computer and I started up the game. We beheld a sleeping deer that became a faun when I logged in. I had a human face and was colored normally. The first thing I noticed was a menu-like thing at the bottom on the screen. There were no words so I had no idea what these buttons do. I tried some out.

Fortunately I was able to recognize agressive behaviors and made a note not to use these when I came across other players. I clicked another button and my faun mooed at me. It was cute but I found the noise strange and loud. Other cries soon joined my own and I knew I was not alone. I sought out the others.

I found a group of adult deer resting on the ground, along with a couple of young ones like myself. I was given a crown of flowers somehow and my name began to glow. I freaked out because I had no idea what it meant. My friend and I were laughing in confusion. Suddenly, I was orange and black-I looked like a monarch butterfly. I was overjoyed but confused.

I logged out shortly after.

( Could someone please tell me how to take screenshots? )

How do I go from taking so few screenshots over multiple days, to taking a ton in just 3 days??

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The leaves had fallen so fast. A drizzle of rain was all it took for the trees to give up their color, and then soon enough snow would blanket the ground in a frozen wasteland. The thick smoke of her pipe swirled into the air, and her boots tenativley whispered on the cold pavement; free hand shoved deep in the pocket of her black wool military jacket. A quick visit to the "Alice in Wonderland" statue, and a stroll in the park always helped clear her mind. Silver eyes studied the bronze, her hand pulled the pipe away from her red lips. Contemplation.

Not long ago, a year maybe? No. Three? She had found a mini voodoo princess on the streets of the city. It seemed like mere hours had passed since they shared Thanksgiving together, with her uncle, father, and a legion of other tragedies. The corner of her lip curled to think the package would reach the child's apartment soon. Full of spooky candies, home made baked goods, and other halloween treasures. She turned her face to the west, as if hoping for a glimpse of the plane. The setting sun made her ghostly skin glow. They had left for California, no amount of resentment would change what she missed so dearly. A blondie, who cleaned up his act. And his girl; a beautiful young woman, with a tattoo of a fish. A few cards were sent out to them.

Her mind turned dust-covered pages to find a girl with curling blonde hair. White gloves, a carefree smile, and excellent taste in poetry. Ah, yes. The woman locked eyes with the larger-than-life bronze gaze of Alice seated atop a giant mushroom, and she smiled again, remembering the young woman's hunger for adventure. If she could only go back. Tea in beautiful gardens, the warmth of the sun on lace and silk, the shamelessness of giggling like children.

And finally, the immortal turned her attention to a captain with firey red hair, a taste for rum, and star-filled moonless nights.