Does your character not generate as much interest in The Community as you would like?
Is playing your character becoming tiresome and boring?
Feel like there could be more to your character?

Take a few minutes to read through and think about the following questions and topics and see if there are any weak areas in your characters development.

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I have updated Rhys and the other computer to the new beta of the forest 3.4.
I have also submitted myself for the 'special new feature' testing.
Rhys was dressed in the Dotd/kabuki mask/candles since the version on this computer cannot cast the monarch pelt.

I believe he is currently sleeping/sitting on the bridge in the forest on the desktop.
Edit: One of my friends is moving him around so he may or may not be dancing. I'm not quite sure what is going on over there.

As far as my haphazard inactivity:

Classes are starting on Monday so my activity will be a bit crazy for a while until everything is settled in.


Other news:

I caught a sinus/ear infection from my mother. I woke up two days ago and could not hear a thing. I had my father phone the doctor's office and they believe the infection may have caused me to lose the rest of my residual hearing OR my ears could just be deeply clogged but they will not know until I can visit the doctor.

So expect my deer to be slightly unresponsive. I can no longer hear if someone is mooing for my attention from the other room so I might not notice someone wants to play until I actually look up or walk past.

I also cannot hear if someone sends me a message on a messenger so I may miss messages until it is blinking at me in the corner.

Otherwise business as usual over here and I'm gonna start working on relining/scanning the rest of the fan art on Sunday.

Hope this hasn't inconvenienced anyone too badly.

If you want to see my picto, then go to my blog and go to my picto. look at the comment that says hmarmtrong in it. click on the green lettering, and there it is. That way you guys can see me on the game.

Ah, the joys of Friday.

I say that a lot. xD

Still a ton to do... sorree for abrupt leaving if I'm on *nudge*~

I'm enjoying fawn-dom, and I'll have to keep doing so for about three weeks. Hey, it's easier to have clone parties this way

*scribble scribble scribble*

I decided long ago not to walk in anyone's shadow, if I fail if I succeed at least I'll live as I believe. no matter what they take from me they can't take away my dignity!

**I know I'm probably crossing some boundaries writing this since I know not everyone in TEF believes in Heaven, but I wanted to write it for my Dad and for my family to read. If this story is offensive to you, tell me and I'll take it down. I don't intend it to be an attack on anyone with different religious beliefs**

The crisp sunlight broke through the white linens, Tommy opening his eyes and sitting up. He sat on a soft, comfortable bed, never having any aches and always having a full rest each night. He looked around at the room - a nice chalet-style house was all his (well, for now anyway), the walls were a lovely brown wood, with a ceiling that rose at an angle. Matching wood cabinets and things were there, and there were a few pictures on the walls from his childhood as well as of his family. The bedsheets had the distinct scent of saltwater to them, which was oddly out of place but made him happy regardless. He looked out the window, seeing a lovely scenic forest. Birds chirped and sang songs he had never heard before, and he also saw a variety of animals roaming around and enjoying the land. He saw an occasional rhino, elephant, zebra, or gazelle walk around - they didn't really fit the environment but it didn't matter to him, he loved watching them anyway.

Getting out of the bed, he put on some casual clothes and walked around in his chalet. He had a library of detective novels and other fiction he enjoyed, including a copy of every James Patterson book ever written. He would come back to that room later and sit in an oversized chair to read Patterson's Maximum Ride. He continued on into a kitchen that had everything from milk, satsuma juice, orange-flavored tea (that was already hot and sweet for him whenever he was ready for it), and even a bottle of Jack Daniel's Single Barrel whiskey that would never run out.

For the Community, certan people, and for anyone who has felt hurt before

Oh nasty hot summers day,
How I wish you'd go away....

So I come home to my cabin with the joy of knowing it will be cold from our glorious air conditioner.

BUT! Fate is a pain because there was no cold air to great me, but angry heat. Our air conditioner died a horrible death. So now, we have to suffer tonight with no air to comfort us.

Angry irritable Edmund is not something you want in class with you. Class is gonna be great tomorrow.

Good bye cold air, we will miss you.

Ed