I has just joined the game and it looks to be alot of fun =D!

Update 2, last bump I swear!!

Just got a junkload of new, better pictures...


Ignore the clump of paint near my lower lip... It looks like a wart. I has no warts.... >.<

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Update.

Soo, these pictures were taken after everything, becuase my grandma ended up shooting a VIDEO of stuff.... -sigh- But, we did take these after we'd realized what happened. I think there will be more pictures coming, that some of the other adults at the parade took...



I had little kids screaming "Joker, Joker!!!", and actually had grown 20 year old guys screaming it too. I had smoke bombs, and water guns, and those little bomb things that snap when you throw them on the ground, that was something more exciting than candy.... The first half I ran around, and to the older adults I'd bend in and whisper "Why So Serious??" and then cackle, and run away.
A lot of the kids on the float (superheroes) were armed with water guns, and kept shooting me as I ran by. But boy, was it FUN...

Gosh I wish I could've gotten shots of when I first put my makeup on, it looked a bazillion times better than these... >.<


But I did a lot of "bows" (like the picture above), and threw little peices of candy to any boy or girl that went bugshit over me.
XD They were soooo cute!!

Forgive the pants, they were old lady pants.
I found the entire costume at a thrift store at one of our sister churches... XDD It really was magical to find everything I needed.

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My body became numb as the words sank into my mind.


"Your just a nobody, why can't you understand that?"


Hot tears trailed down my cheeks, pouring from my stained eyes.


"Why do you hate me!?" I screamed, grabbing the roots of my hair and balling my hands into fists.


"Stop crying, loser. Everyone hates you..." sang the voice with a taunting sting.



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A cold hand came pounding down on my face. A laugh was heard as the menace closed in. Her eyes were like venom, causing me such a pain that I could hardly bare. "LEAVE ME ALONE." A weak squeal attempted to release from my bloodied throat, but alas, failed.

"Haha...never will I leave you alone. Your stuck with me." Her name was Danea, and she was purely evil in the soul. She had attacked me since I had moved here...talk about a warm welcome.


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As I walked home, blood still trickled from my nose, leaving a trail of crimson wherever I walked. I passed people, but they didn't care.

Nobody cared.

I pulled the rusty nob on my house's creaky door. Of course, neither of my parents looked up to even acknowladge my tattered close, and bloody face. I sighed, and headed for my room.

The cat, Murphey, followed me. He was the only living thing that cared for me...

"Murphey, why does everyone hate me?" a asked the tabby cat. He replied my simply rubbing into my side.

I sank my head into the pillow, and cried. Cried for hours until I was called to dinner. If you would even call it food.

Mother placed a plastic container infront of me. Tv dinner, again.

This time it was cold meatloaf, and tasteless mashed potatoes.

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Once I had washed up, I headed for my room once again. I changed into an old T-shirt before climbing into the small, wooden bed. The matress was old...and probably infested with bed-bugs and fleas. I didn't want to know.

Find all of the previous parts here!


Yorres' den was well hidden from the rest of the forest. In-between the thin line, where the forest ended and began again. Teetering on the edge of time and space, night and day, death and life... It was a quaint little hole in the ground, guarded by a massive stump. Crawling into the hole Mystress immediatly noticed it was massive. Surely it couldn't be possible, a hole such as this, could not be made by deer-hooves alone! It was hard for her to believe something this magical could reside within the forest she only just began to explore...

"Yorres, I can't stand this anymore!" A doe's shrill voice called out. It was then Mystress noticed a rather stunning young doe in the corner surrounded and seated in a circle of candles. Yorres studied the doe intenly.
"What seems to be the problem Kaoori?" He walked over to her. It was apparent she'd been seated there all day.
"For the life of me I can't figure out this pinecone charm!" The obivous frusteration was growing in the small does voice. Yorres sat outside the circle of candles, and slid a book that Mystress hadn't seen, to him.
"Ok you're going to need to have a few things first--"
"It's tearing me apart!!!" The doe shrieked, bringing her face to the ground. Mystress raised an eyebrow. Yorres stood, and with it, the candles were blown out. Kaoori peeked up from the ground, opening one eye. Seeing the candles blown out she looked up at Yorres.
"Ok, it's time for a break Kaoori..." Yorres said with a slight laugh and a sigh.

Today was eventful. I am writing for my Mordred, who is currently sitting pitifully by me. From his point of view, we begin today’s review:

‘Today I woke up in the Forest, alone within the woods. I sought out my friends; namely it was only kind Maia in the Forest at the time. We leapt around for a bit before I saw at the corner of my vision a familiar symbol: The stag! With a hurried bow to Maia I departed, running towards the symbol.

But it turned out to be not the attacker I sought, it was someone else, happily spell spamming near the Crying Idol. I made a quick bow to them and dropped my fierce expression, and returned to playing with Maia. I guess my body had forgotten after my long rest that it was supposed to be wounded, so I had great fun dancing and jumping and hopping through the Forest.

I took a nap in the shallows of the Pond, and when I returned to the Forest I saw that symbol. The stag! I stood up like lightning and hurtled torward him- he was already gathering a throng of angry deer. Bellowing, I through myself into the chase, and I gave myself over to blind anger. Fawn attacker, fight-picking beast! He cast the devout pelt on us, tried to mask spam, but our horde was in no mood to parley. It was only when he retreated to the Pond, standing on the water where no one could get him did the crowd disperse.

I dove into the cool waters and taunted him from below, daring him to move. Move he did- but he fell into the water. I had no sympathy for him- only for the other two deer that lost their pelts, poor things…Trying to help, I was casting a spell on one when I felt that irresistible tug- and I left the Forest.

Hi! I'm Hawk12! My friend told me about this place and it's awesome! I wish I could play it though...
MY MACBOOK WON'T LET ME BECAUSE THIS GAME IS FOR WINDOWS!!!....................
There. I said it. If the people who made the Endless Forest please hear my plea...
PLEASE MAKE A VERSION FOR MAC AND MACBOOK!!!.............
..... Now let's talk about me, shall we?

Name: I don't feel like telling it....

Gender: Deer or human? If deer: I want a female or male. If human: Female

Nickname: Safire, Hawk, Stream, etc...

Personality: Happy, Creative, Brave, Childish . At Worst: Sad, Emo, Frightened, Upset .

Personality of Deer: Calm, Shy, Mysterious, Sunny, Friendly .

Name of Deer: I want it's name to be (depending on color): (Female)Safira, Nim, Callisto, Kalikira, (Male)Koroko.

Likes (human): Cats, Animals, Pizza, RPG Games, Wolves, Cheese, Pie, Waffles, Typing Stories, Playing Basketball, Drawing, etc....

Likes (deer): Playing, Eating, Resting, Drinking, Running, Making Friends, Exploring The Territory, Helping Others, Sleeping, Jumping.

Dislikes >:( (human): Tree Cutters, Hunters, Poachers, The Poisonous Animals, Some Types Of Spiders, etc...

Dislikes (deer): None Except For The Deer That Like To Annoy Her/Him.

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I awoke to find Bastillion recovering from defending some fawns against an older stag. The more I see of forest violence, the more it puzzles -- the more it saddens me. They forget, all of them, how pointless it is, the attackers and the counter-attackers alike, as they blend together like reflections, like puddles and rainwater... We cannot be wounded; not truly -- the forest isn't made for it. We are only as wounded as we feel ourselves to be, I believe. So every day, my heart (fragile thing, isn't it?) breaks when I hear of, when I see, the blood and the bruises.


I awoke and sat with him -- this is my place, I think, in times of violence. I sit with the combatents, after their trials are over, and try to help things heal. I cannot decide if I am being wise or cowardly.

My laptop just crashed completely, I think it finally gave up its ghost...
My dad says he'd be able to save all the stuff I've on there (it would be TOO AWFUL if I lost this work of ten years), so I'm firstly just glad about that...
Anyhoooow, that means no TEF, no Community, no MSN and yes also no IT for me for a long while. Not even dA or YouTube and stuff. The world is horrible and mean.

But I must say it did a great timing, because we had our last day of school today, and now we have 6 weeks of holidays ANDandAND I'm going to go to Corse with my family for three weeks, and just after that 1 week to a friend in Germany :3 All this time without internet.
Damned guys, I'll miss you. D:
I'll be in holidays the Monday after the next one, which is the 13rd July I think. Maybe my laptop will be fixed before so I can spend some last days with you guys before I leave for four weeks.

God damned, I'm already missing you now. D:

See you, then.

EDIT: Yeah, it's gotten worse. My laptop is a bin full of rubbish, and between this are maybe and hopefully my datas to find. Can you imagine how bad this is?! There are all my stories, arts, fanarts, pictures I collected over the years, funny stuff I wanted to remember, old stories of others I saved and I'll never find somewhere again, stuff that's the most important to me. And it may be ALL GONE.
But an inpatient of my dad is trying to pull something out now. It's awesome; if a company made this for me, it would be 2000-3000 €, but now we get this for free. 8D So far I can be lucky but... it may bring nothing. Soul support pls? D"8
So, I got it to write this from my dad's computer now... but I'll be gone now. GOD. It's so horrible. ;_______;
I MISS YOU.

EDIT #2: THERE I AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
MY LAPTOP'S BACK AND my datas are almost fully saved *thanks god!* and I'm so happy to be back .
...at least for a short while, because I am going to holidays on Monday. Corse is calling!

[=#9966cc]Today, the first thing that happened was, I met a deer who seemed injured. I wanted to help somehow. I followed him. I sat with him. But then he was asleep. And I didn't even get a chance to find out who he was. Or how he got hurt.

After that, Paralda showed up. I followed him up the hill where there were other deer playing. 21 was there, and so was Virgil, although he was just resting for a while at first. Anyway, we were all having so much fun! Just hopping around, and running, and frolicking. There were so many deer! And then we danced! It was great, with all those deer, all in a circle, and it lasted a long time. I was having so much fun I didn't even notice when everyone else had stopped dancing!

Well, then I was walking with Paralda when I saw...an old friend! It couldn't be him, I haven't seen him since I was a fawn! But I approached him, and it was definitely him...the stag known as the Priest. Immediately, memories of my fawnhood flooded through me.

Actually, I had really only met him once. But it was a meeting I will never forget. When I met him, he seemed like any other deer, and I just wanted someone to play with me. But there was...something...about him. I just felt...safe...around him somehow. It was as if I had found something...something I had been missing but without knowing I was missing it. That doesn't really make sense, but...I don't know how to explain it. Well, not only did I have a lot of fun playing with him, but he was so kind and gentle, and he seemed noble and wise. And I couldn't help but feel a great respect for him.