Hey, I'm Hydde!

I've had an account for a while, but have never been active in the community, a fact I regret nowadays. Much has changed since the moment I made my first deer: I finished school, university, moved across the world and got married. However, through the years, I made it a habit to log in every couple of years to see what was going on. Most importantly, I was overjoyed to see this game is still alive in 2025, and is even getting remastered. I can't overstate how excited I am for that!

Nonetheless, the forest is quieter than I remember. After logging on every couple of months this year, I managed to find my first active user (on the left)! I don't know who you are, but it brought me so much joy seeing you! I hope you're having a good day. I'm going to try and make it a habit to update this blog with an additional screenshot every time I'm on :]

Also, thanks to old me for writing down all of my deer names on here. I was convinced I've only ever made one, so finding 2 extra beautifully put together deer was a delight! This one on the right is Wald. My other two are Phylin and Murai.

spongebob vc: Nosferatu

Went in last night (after having been in the previous night and nobody conscious) and found myself near the fountain and not on my little hill. Picked myself up and started walking home but before I even got there someone greeted me - it was Saater! And I am always happy to see Saater, I don't see enough of him!

He immediately cast me some new pyjamas, which I appreciated.



We ran about like fools for a while, making a racetrack of this mushroom circle and somehow not waking the slumbering deer within with the thindering of our hooves.



An excursion to the lake followed, and I even managed to walk on water for a while, and even sit down on it at one point. I felt like a Jesus-ox-ram-deer-thing!



...until I kept falling in the water and losing my set lol. I am not yet adept in all the ways of the forest, certainly not as proficient as Saater.



I did practice a bit of flying, and we both launched off a convenient hill and sat for a while in the air.





Saater knew a sort of vertical launch move to get airborne which was much more efficient than the way I do it, by running off some raised ground and then repeatedly jumping.

I'll reserve this post for anything to do with the Buster horn situation, for any that are interested.

Current state: coming along nicely!



Hopefully shearing time soon! I'll post more when that happens. The boys look quite different after the wool comes off.

Hello, its The Angel. I see that some of you veterans have really amazing pages, biographies, and art, located in your pages! Some are black, some are pink, but its custom made! How is it done? Id love to learn!

-The Angel “Schizo Deer”

Nipped in nocturnally (as usual) a couple of nights ago. I would have posted these last night but I was away elsewhere in Wales visiting a friend.

Instanciated and before long met up with P and Petaldance, always good to see familiar deer (not that I am averse to meeting unfamiliar ones of course).



I got new pyjamas cast on me, which seems to happen a lot these days (and which I absolutely don't mind, it's nice trying on different pyjamas. And everyone is super polite and leaves me my beloved horns). Perhaps I should add "horse" to my already unweildy litany of descriptive species. Clothes horse lol.



With this pelt on I look like 50p Saater lol



And this one makes me look like I ought to have udders and start mooing. Not that I mind that, of course, I am rather partial to everything bovine after all.



There was a quick round of arboreal interpenetration



and then it was off to the drinking fountain to get naked and drink the trippy water.



Before long we were therefore all high. About three metres high, approximately, and all avian.

I have a massive headache writing this. I had lost my identity before I was even known and I almost considered shutting the game down to ignore my social experiment. I wish I had taken a picture of the brown deer with the “clown nose” who helped me find my Owl Mask back, the face I decided to outwardly project him as. The HOST. He is 1 of 5 audibly heard voices inside of my head, and could be my saving grace sometimes. He will always gatekeep 12 oclock position where his voice is projected at volumes heard even when trying to sleep. I wish we could tell this “Clown” how grateful we are to finally identify HOST into the game, as an Owl Mask. I have been feeling really really good lately, so HOST has been most audible.

Accompanied with us, I saw her. A Veteran, and possibly one of the second best encounters I’ve had in a game that feels like a TRUE HOME. “P”. Their sigil, a prominent character of their name, glowed brightly when we played around with different masks on my face, The Clown, rolling in play each mask that displayed over my face. I felt like each voice had came through all at once, greeting these deer in their own characters, just as i hear them every second. I was almost tear filled, when P bestowed a beautiful rack of antlers, White, Red, and Black tipped. It wasn't as grand as the antlers for the Angel, But the Secretary antlers fit the style of HOST’s protective aura when I talk to myself. Now, I dont have to feel alone when I never have anyone to talk to.

When the Clown disappeared, P cried. She had lots of fun frolicking around, when she bestowed a skin for me. But when I felt overwhelmed by the argument eating inside my head, i laid. And P stood over me, protecting me just like HOST.

We shall meet again.

-The Angel

Note: I will figure out to import images soon enough. For now, I hope I am a Descriptive True story teller.

I woke up as a fawn in the game, played with one of the Blue Sister Twins, where i first paid respects to the red coat deer, and was greeted and acknowledged by the Gods near the drinking fountain. I have been blessed and welcomed to the endless forest family.

When i came on by myself, i laid with the Red Coat deer for a short while, when i saw a group of 4 teenage deer playing by twin rocks. 2 of them had peacock manes, yet different coats. One Red coat peacock mane, and one blue coat peacock mane. The 'maned twins' were playing with a grey "monkey deer", and a brown masked buck.

We danced like no tomorrow! They seemed so happy to see a new face. I wonder what they named me. Dancing, braying, and even bowing to respect one another, our fun was fulfilling.

And when i was all tired out, i rested next to the Peacock themed Deer, "PeaFaun", sleeping next to the twin rocks. We snuggled endlessly. -"The Angel Faun"

Note: I shall use the masks to identify each alter that took place in me that day.