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A whole week of more Forest and fewer exhausting classes! And it's my friend's birthday so we're going to a Japanese steakhouse and also seeing Watchmen at the IMAX. *bounces off the walls* I'm excited xD

Anyone else have fun spring break plans?

According to Michael, the new Tale of Tales game 'The Path' is set to be released on March 18th. There's also a new website up for it: http://grandmothers-house.net/

Oooh, I'm so excited! The graphics look so enchanting and the storyline is intriguing. I really want to compliment them for dedicating so much time and effort into creating a game that looks like it will be incredible.

Gahhhh, the anticipation is killing me xD

Blargh. TEF has been working horribly for the past few days. When I finally get in and load everyone, it's still very laggy and I'll randomly disconnect. I thought it was trouble on my part, but loading web pages seems fine whenever I can't load the network. Anyone else having a problem?

_{((I figure this is a good of a day as any to post this. xD Fled's not too concise, though, so it's a bit long-winded. But at least it's off his chest. :3 ))}



I recall the first evening.

Dim humid clouds hung low and obscured the distance, and the lofty pines gently leaned into a darkened sky with the breeze. My body slumped wearily against the cool, damp bark of a fallen tree and delicate ferns beside me swayed their intricate fingers. I hung my head low; struggling to keep myself awake.

The evening before had been awful at my own doing. In the wake of my return, I had become someone different. Forever have I held my friends at the highest value, more than anything, and there I had been: fearful of their presence. I recall my legs unsteady and body tense when they approached, beckoning me to join in their playing. My fearfulness overcame me and I backed away, leaving them with confused exchanges. And as my fleeting hooves carried me away into culpable solitude, I was ashamed of my deplorability.

But there I lay in the chilled air, unsure of who I was now. I remember a gentle call that drifted among silent trees and faded delicately. Half curious, I turned my ears to its source and there I sighted a doe standing alone amid the cover of hickories. She listened hopefully for a reply, but gave a disheartened stance when she received none. I felt overcome with empathy for in a way, I felt just as distant. But, in the optimistic words of my mother, it is never too late to change.

_{((This just explains why Fleder's not around anymore. I debated posting it because my writing is embarrassing at best. Bleh.))}

Chilly hours of the early morning were mute with the sound of sleep. The sun peeked out from behind the horizon, lifting itself into a dim sky but drowning in the clouds. All was quiet with the dreary break of day blowing life into the dense trees, but a stirring broke out from the pond shallows.

“You- are nothing-”

The stag grunted through teeth gritted together. He strained to thrust his head downwards and drive his victim’s head under the surface of the water.
“My whole life-” He growled, “has been a waste. And it’s your fault.”
Their antlers were interlocked with the speaking stag having a commanding control over the struggle. He stood at the very edge of the shelf within the pond, practically hanging the other deer like a puppet below the deeper water’s surface by their hooked antlers. Legs thrashed as the submerged animal attempted to get a foothold in the soft bank, but his hooves only tore through the muddy water. His chest ached for air, and it was granted only when the other stag yanked his head above the surface again. While struggling to catch his breath through heavy coughing, the other stag continued to speak coolly.
“I’m going to let you in on a big old secret,” He huffed through that horrible theater mask, leaning in to intensify his point, “nobody cares about you. Nobody cares hardly stand you-”
“Masque-” The other deer choked in a sorry attempt at reasoning.
“-You think you have friends?” He snapped, “Forget it. You don’t mean a damn thing to anyone.” He shoved his antlers downwards again and the brown stag was plunged back into the murky depths before even recovering from the last immersion.
“I could do this for hours, and nobody would mind.” Masque stated, even though it was doubtful his words were heard.

...for a bit.

He (I) just finds himself frustrated with interacting with others and failing miserably at it. Not to mention, story-wise there are conflicts (not with any of you xD) and he would rather not be in the Forest for a while to avoid said conflicts. Maybe I'll put up the piece of writing I had on it, but it's pretty lame.

So that's that. But you'll be seeing plenty of Masque in the meantime xD

Steady and hammering hoofbeats sounded throughout the chilled Forest air and sent faint tremors through the soft earth. Chest tight and aching with the endurance of his galloping, the stag came to a halt beside a set of decaying cedar logs, bringing his daily run to a close. He breathed heavily and casually surveyed the landscape, and to his dismay sighted no one.



That very thought made him wrinkle his nose and sneer in frustration. It was near impossible for him to enjoy a day without bothering somebody else.

He scuffed the soil with a hoof irritably. The stag’s day had only begun a mere hour or so before, and within that period he had already terrorized another perhaps to the point of unconsciousness. Entertainment such as that would usually only last as long as the opponent would keep up his guard, but when it came to the weak who had no defense in the first place, it was a matter of fun and games until Masque grew tired of it. He even had half the mind to run back to the foot of the boulder where his brother undoubtedly remained mashed up against and apologize, retracting the statement about him being worth nothing and offer instead that he was worth a few moments of amusement. He even considered humorously for a moment that it might have been the best compliment he’s ever gotten.

The stag gave a dramatic sigh. It was depressing to consider, but it was true; the only enjoyment he had came from bullying others. Nothing else rendered the same satisfaction.