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Try harder, 2017, be the comeback-kid

2016, in my opinion, has been dictated by an entitled and self-serving attitude that makes me feel bitter about pretty much everything about the world I live in. All the negative noise seems much louder than the positive and the good, but from what I've experienced this year personally... it's not so much that it's louder, it's that we consciously choose to listen to it over everything else. There's this desire to go out of our way and do one of two things: to argue and to prove it - whatever it is - wrong, or, to take it to heart and retreat. I did the latter for years.

As some of you may or may not know, I lost my job suddenly last Christmas and was forced into taking the scary step into the self-employed world of Graphic Design. Did I know what I was doing? Haha no of course not, nobody really does. But as soon as I did it, looking back on the choices I made to avoid doing anything to do with my uni qualification suddenly became very clear. I chose to listen to the very few people who spoke negatively of me and my work at University and gradually, ever so slowly... I stopped drawing. I stopped collecting adverts and wanting to buy books of logos to look at, I stopped doodling, I stopped everything. Every drawing I did decide to make became hard, even commissions. My mother has her own business and I've always been in charge of her branding, and even that became hard. I would suddenly have a short temper and snap at her for asking me to do things that were well within my ability. There are other effects to, and I'm still working through this type of anxiety now that I understand it.
But essentially I began to hate the industry because of the - in hindsight - few stupid comments and put downs I received from my peers who were just shitty human beings. But for some reason, I cared about what they thought, and didn't care so much about LITERALLY EVERYONE TELLING ME I WAS GOOD AT SOMETHING.

Looking back now, I feel so stupid.

2 An End to the Start

Time passed and I grew strong, forgetting the fear of this place for now all it was a stain upon my heart. At first I was terrified when I first saw the strange creature, I ran far till I came to a pond. Only to find the same creature, smaller with the look of innocent fear staring back at me from the reflection of the crystal pond. I stood dumbfound splashing about in the water and then staring at it trying to understand why the creature seemed to slip from my hooves, to then learn what a reflection was. And realize what I was. It seems strange to be what I am... As if I wasn't this... As if I might have been something else like a dove or a crow. After awhile I grew brave and began to watch the... Others. They seemed friendly and cheerful and I soon joined them in there strange games of jumping about, as if flying and climbing trees. I never can figure out how they jump up into the trees. I try each time to find them giving off an infectious laughter. However it was not the only strange thing they went about doing. It happened often enough, as if it was the most normal thing to do... But they could change. Most of the time they would shine brightly and make another deer shine by pointing at them and the next instant they would be a different pattern or color. Sometimes there faces changed, or there antlers. I feared this and ran every time they had done it, but just like I had befriended them, I joined there antics. Soon after going to trees and mushrooms, we would point at each other and give each other the strangest looks at fall to the ground laughing as a fellow in the group would become green with a long red and white mask and horn antlers. Yes. I soon forgot my fears and joined there antics of running about. As time went I began to notice some of the fellows I hung out with would change, one day they were small and tiny making roaring sounds. Then suddenly, the next day they would return larger, with a dark brown felt and antlers.
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Winter is here... [Interraction blog and winter updates]



Snow settled, the skin fell off like a simple mask.

Winter is here and winter is cold, winter brings death, winter brings pain.
The pain it felt the pain it will give, for the ache deep within can no longer stay hidden.

stay away if you want to keep safe









Post here to interract with winter, or call me on skype (fireflyness) if you do not catch him in-game...
Winter cannot be reasoned with! Be aware of what you're getting your characters into by interracting with a thorns-draging, agressive/mean spirit!
Picto: http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?username=Gobavec

New Life

The first thing that I felt, was warmth and a subtle breeze brushing across my pelt. I twitch, awakening to this new world, to this new body. I would flick my ears, my tail, gathering my thoughts. Who was I? Where was I? How? Thoughts pranced around my mind, confusing me. To escape the whirl wind of thought, I tried doing more. I moved a hoof, a hoof was it? I moved my head up, dizzy from how quickly I moved. Everything was black still... Light.. Shouldn't there be light? Where was it? I moved a bit more, confused at the darkness of it all, till I found it. My eyes would open, blinded by the sun shining through the trees. Making dappled patterns upon the cool grass. A new world, new things, new words formed in my head, I stared in awe of my surroundings. As far as I could see, were trees and knolls, endless it seemed. I became adventurous, sniffing my surroundings learning the new smells, listening and watching. I stumbled about new things like log, flower, stone, seemed to sprout like the plants I saw all around me. I went from stumbling, to walking, to running through the vast expanse over joyed by this perfection. I grew wary and soon found a hallowed tree, it was large an ancient looking I began to wonder... Where had this all came from? The perfect and beauty... It all seemed great but... I couldn't grasp why this was all here. Like there should be something else. I sat and watched everything, trying to understand it all.

(This is just a short intro to my life of the Endless Forest, expect more to come. excuse grammar and poor other English things. I never have been good at writing)
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[picdump] rainy afternoon

Flute woke up today to rain in the trees! How rare. I haven't actually been able to see rain until now, I don't think.
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Please help me!

Hi guys. I'm having a nasty problem... the fact that I can't log into the game... it's been a week since... I quietly played, then I had to leave, but after 10 minutes again I decided to go, and failed. I just appears a sleeping deer on a black screen and nothing more. And even the sound error. After I start to press all the keys and the game just shuts down. Then gets a window that says "ForestViewer.exe" and they say that there was some error, tell me what to do, I'd like to see you guys!!!((((

Sup? I'm New-ish (not really)

'Sup?
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Solve a riddle!

Come celebrate with me ;u;<3
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