..iTunes likes to freeze my comp...isn't that lovely.

I think my poor old computer is forever crippled and will never run the Forest again properly XD *pets it*

...and I think Atiq waking up to two jumbo zombie deer dancing in his face was probably the scariest thing in his life.


...Darcy was a nice surprise though.


I should learn that AFKing to go get ice cream while the forest is up is sometimes not the best idea >.>



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((Mostly for the attention of Celticmystress- it's just a bit of a play around with her time-defying Lady Bones thing. Warning for swearing, mentions of sex and sexuality, nothing graphic- only posting it here because I'm having issues emailing it to her privately.

You really don't have to read it, if you don't want. Really...

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You're still reading. You sure you wanna do this?

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Alright. Your funeral...))

Charlie yelped as sound flooded her ears unbidden once more. Passers by glanced at her strangely as she stood, fumbling with the small device in her hands. The wind coming off the Hudson and coiling through the long boulevards of the city was crisp and chilly, and while others winced at the whip across their faces, Charlie remained unfussed as she dragged her index finger clumsily across the touch screen to furiously turn the volume down as she had been taught this morning. At least the noise assaulting her eardrums was pleasant, and comforting- The Irish Rovers, Bones had called it. It was all she could do to not burst into song along with the illusion of music, but at least she could step in time as she strolled around.
The culture shock was starting to wear off- replaced by unabashed, naked awe. She was just another tourist stumbling through the Giant Apple or whatever they called it. New York.
“Definately betteh than th’ owld one.” Charlie mumbled to herself.
As she turned to look up at the tall buildings surrounding her, she bumped sideways into a haughty woman coated in what the lost sailor would one day come to know as Gucci. There was no excuse- the cougar was dressed in every manifestation the brand came in. Despite her stylish attire, her voice raked at her above the loud chorus of Sloop John B.
“Ey-ey! I’m walkin’ ‘ere!

Every time I log onto a different deer, and then log back onto my first deer the pelt mask and antlers on it have gone!
Is there any way I can switch between deer without it vanishing?

Interaction Blog with a large title. Love it.

Yes, my deer are all losers but on the off chance you want to INTERACT with either of them, by all means, do so.
You could throw them a paper airplane, go snorkeling with them, cut their hair off, make them chubby, or throw them off a cliff. The possibilities are endless, ironically like the endless forest.
Go for it. Give them your worst.

Aegle.

Tristan.

I'll let you find their biographies. Their are links to them both on my main updates page. So simply click my name and my track. Do it.

I'm hoping something interesting can come from this. Oh and none of this stuff will actually happen to them but I will have them react/respond/etc. c: Maybe give you all a better feel for them?