Surprisignly, it seems despite the place becoming more aesthetically pleasing, it shalt also be growing smaller in size. The playground shalt disappear, in order for it to last an alleged ten years longer. Was it worth it? Something tells me the gods hath forsaken this place. There is a drip-feed of sustenance arising from the ground to feed them, but something tells me it shalt not be enough. I hope I am proved wrong in time, but regardless, expansion is unlikely. I shalt abide a time to remember, and then see if new climes bear perusal.

My dear Frederick,

I must ask that you have a little more faith in me, for you are beginning to sound like my father. I've yet to find any discernible evidence of the rumours you so describe about that place. Is it not more likely that they are nothing but the tales of paranoid old men spun for the purpose of discouraging foolish youngsters? Perhaps the drunkards, the mad, or the destitute have wandered in and lost themselves there from time to time, but considering I am, as I'm sure you would agree, one of the most skilled deer stalkers in our region, I am confident I shall enter and leave with little consequence.

You will see it for yourself in three week's time when I bring Sir Collingwood the finest specimen he has ever laid eyes on and win our little bet, not to mention his daughter's hand in marriage. I will be sure to buy you some drinks to calm your nerves with the money the next time we meet.

I hereby promise you nothing will happen to me in the forest.

Your old friend,

Edwin Morris

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Experimental Character coming soon....nothing solid idk..just need something new to break me back in lol

Ten years ago, when I should have been studying for exams, I came across a little jewel on the Internet. It was around midnight and while I probably should have been sleeping, I sat with my laptop, staring at the wonder of the Forest and all it had to offer. Sure, I had school in the morning, but that wouldn't stop me. After an hour of running around as a nameless, I registered the username Verdalas.

Those ten years have been both fun and sad. There was a time when you would talk about your adventures on the old forums, posting screenshots and thanking others for participation. I created 'The Demon Gazelle' (later known as Walter) and began to roleplay with him. It was always light-hearted though; any misunderstanding was laughed about later on the forums. There was flower dancing, friendly spars and long marathons across the Forest.

Phase Two ended and fawns arrived. The Big Zombie Deer showed his face for the first time and so did the Playground. The community grew bigger and, while I could no longer remember everyone's names, I still had fun.

There were plenty of times when drama hit an all-time high. I remember when people were opposed to 'mates', myself included. Sluggs and Run were the first to do such a thing (despite people saying how good Walter and 21 were together) but eventually it became commonplace. Families started happening, and Walter/21 adopted Quad. It seems so long ago now, but that family tree has grown longer and longer over the years, with deer coming and going as the times passed.

Real life had been kind to me in those years. I finished school, graduated from university and landed myself a good job. Not a great one, but something I enjoy doing.

However, I cannot celebrate as much as I would like.

Coupled with my frequent absence, tragedy occurred a few weeks ago. My father, a man who I've loved dearly and shared so many memories with, passed away. He wasn't that old, but he had underlying medical problems.