Watch me, on the edge of town,
Watch my toothless grin,
Life is an unfair game for me,
There is not a chance I'll win.

Watch me, on my hind legs,
Watch my eyes as I jump,
My owner thinks nothing of me,
I'm just a needy lump.

Watch me, as I yelp so loud,
Watch my broken jaw,
Through my nose is a rope,
And it always rubs me raw.

Watch me, as I entertain you,
Watch my submissive stance,
My mother was shot when I was a cub,
So you could see me dance.

I watch you, as you clap for me,
Watch you as you cheer,
My body grows thinner and thinner and thinner,
I'll be dead next year.

(Ugh, the second verse doesn't really work. A short poem for my new character, help him choose a name here!)

This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy. Susan Polis Schutz

As one who has lived a while there is much truth in this quote. A forest is a community. Everything has a purpose and a niche to fulfill and there is no one dictating the rules or the yes or no. There is only being and experimenting. I have played games, but this is the first interactive internet event that truly creates a community. Having no rules, no text, and little cultural trappings forces one to recreate community everytime you play. The same deer are never there so every time you choose either to play alone or establish relationships with the others. It simulates a walk in forest not only symbolically visually but also how we feel, and think while there. It lets us work out our feelings, stresses and anger in a safe way. It includes the deepest part of ourself our spirit by the visual symbols chosen to represent a forest. In a short time you create with self and others an intimacy among a group that is rarely experienced in our modern life. It is one of the few sites that plays to our best self instead of our base self. That is one of the things art does for us. It lets us experience our life and spirit in a way that is pure and honest with out all our cultural trappings and let us take journeys in the dark and negative without all the usual consequences. Then it allows us to come out on that other side refreshed and renewed and leaving as much dark as we are able behind. I am always looking for something different and this is different. This is not truly a game. The creators have found a way to make art interative in a hands on sense with a group.

Silence of white.

Deafening silence,
Leaves you with nothing.
Nothing to hold onto.
Nothing to linger on.

Close those eyes and
Count to three with me.
You'll wake up and
everything will be alright.

One..
White walls endless as ever.
Running forever, never tired.
have to escape, need to escape.

Two..
Starting to hear things,
Voices I've never heard before.
The white is fading.

Three..
I see a a sillouette of a stag,
I run towards him and before
I get to him everything goes black.

And then I'm awake.
Everything comes into focus.
Birds chirping, smell of the flowers.
no more white, no more silence.

No more.
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More or less how Teffy came into the forest.
She doesn't remember anything before that.

And the big silhouette of a stag may be her father,
from before she went into a coma.

Some Violence

Honeycombs are the best thing that a doe could ever wish for. It is a shame how few even know of their sweetness. I sometimes eat them with mushrooms, the sweet celestial feeling that comes with it. You should try it, friend, and then make sure you’re not around anyone you’d have regrets about.

I’m through rambling now, if you must look at me like that. A story you want? Another, you’ll get.

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