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Inspired by my RLcraft playthrough, but you don't have to see the playthrough to read the story Chapter 1- Awake Amyra dragged herself awake, shivering. Pure white, sleek snow surrounded her. A blizzard raged, splattering her cheeks with pure white cold. She hugged herself, trying to keep warm. What the hell! I swear I went to sleep in bed! And there is NO WAY I sleepwalked to antarctica! I don't even sleepwalk! Quickly she came to the conclusion that she was dreaming. But there was no way snow would feel so cold and so real in a dream. And after pinching herself multiple times, she knew that she was wide awake, because no matter how hard Amyra pinched, she could not wake up. Hoping that there was some shelter nearby, Amyra stood up, looking around through the fog. There seemed to be no way to shelter herself and stay alive in sight. No life but a single white rabbit digging in the snow. Slowly, she made her way towards a random direction, hoping it would lead her at least to a cave, since she only had spring clothes to keep warm. Bareley after a minute of walking, Amyra came across a pile of bones on the ground. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that it was a complete skeleton, and the skull had razor-sharp teeth and horns. Two skeletal wings sprouted out of it's sides. It looked, to her, like a dragon skeleton. Like seriously, I have to be dreaming. But no. She checked more. Her hands looked normal. Everything felt super real. She could feel the cold getting into her. Her fingers were freezing, her nose was becoming deep red, and she was shivering uncontrollably. If she didn't want to die, she would have to keep going. But there was hope right in front of her. A mound of snow, with some kind of door in it.... an igloo. She immidietley ran, hoping that it would be warmer inside the igloo than out. Inside, it was very dark. Amyra could hear some kind of growling sound coming from inside... Suddenly, a terryfying green figure crashed through the side of the igloo. Amyra had no time to react in any other way but run. Soon, she knew she'd gotten away from the frightening spectre, so she went back to a walking pace, trodding sluggishly through the thick snow. But there seemed like there would be more hope. Because, as she made her way across a few more metres, Amyra almost stumbled across a steep slope. On the other side of a gorge, there was a forest, with far less snow. Somewhere warmer. Hope had come. That concludes the first chapter! What do you think of this so far? Not sure if this'll get attention since nobody's ever posted something like this on the forums (from what I've seen) but I would love to see feedback!

I used to go on this forum like 3-4 years ago and decided to just make an account to be here, anyways hello!

“I have a fork and I’m not afraid to use it.”

I’ve been brainstorming some awesome stuff for this herd. Perhaps, eventually these deer may make some cultural advancements like warrior cats but it will be unique compared to them.

lol and THEN call 911

This friend here looks like they're called Baypod

SNOOPY ARTEMIS -She only allowed me to get 1 pic- ik the bench is terrible & also very uncomfortable I'm not the one sleeping there tho, I just lay there when I go over The flipping bench won't stay organized(?) No matter how many times I try T-T

The bachelor herd of bucks had been travelling for 3 days, heading Northward in search of the answer to Willow's Prophecy without any luck so far. Thistle was getting frustrated with this whole journey, eager to practice sparring with the other males. He gave a teasing shove to his younger brother, Hawthorne who pinned his ears and let out a surprised bleat as he was nearly knocked off his hooves. Being smaller than Thistle, he was usually the one who lost their little fights. "Thistle cut it out!" Hawthorne grumbled, trotting a few steps to get out of his way. "Can't you take a joke Hawthorne." Thistle moped before ducking his head and shoving him from behind with his rack of antlers. Hawthorne through a hindleg back to warn him, ears pinned but he said nothing. Brechin simply flicked an ear back, the little shake of his head the only indication of him acknowledging their fights. Rannoch rolled his eyes and kept his gaze trained on the horizon as the sun dipped down below the tall grass. "We'll settle here for the night. Get some rest all of you, we leave at dawn." Brechin commanded as he began to scrape away some tall grass to make his temporary bed a bit softer. Rannoch and the other younger bucks began to do the same and slowly, one by one, they all laid down to rest... When Rannoch opened his eyes it was nearly pitch black, the cover of trees hiding the stars above. He wasn't sure why but a feeling of unease clung to his coat like dew. He raised his head to see that Brechin was gone from his grass bedding. Rannoch quietly rose to his feet and looked around with a worried expression. He began to walk around the area, ears pricked in the darkly lit clearing. As he walked around he suddenly looked up to see Brechin walking and sniffing around... Rannoch quickly dropped his head to hide himself, watching the wise old bull carefully. Brechin sniffed around before eating some short grass. The area was filled with night-berries and even wise old Rannoch didn't want to take the risk. Rannoch recalled his mother's words with a fond memory. "Rannoch, you mustn't eat the white-spotted night-berries." She had cautioned. "But why are they called night-berries?" His younger self questioned. "They're called night berries because once you eat them... well they'll kill you. Night night...." She explained and Rannoch shivered with unease. Rannoch left the bull to his late night snack and slowly walked back to his bedding. He laid back down and soon fell asleep... ∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘∘°❉°∘ Dominant BuckBrechin - A large russet coloured buck with a pale mane Bucks Thistle - A large buck with large antlers. Has a dark red coat and grey stripes and mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin)Hawthorne - A medium-sized buck with large antlers. Has a dark red coat and white mane (Son of Willow and Brechin) Rannoch - A medium-sized buck with small antlers. Has a yellow-mottled coat and chestnut mane Lead DoeWillow - A medium-sized antlered doe with a brown pelt and fluffy tailDoesCypress - A medium-sized antlered doe with a mossy, pale striped pelt and large ears Juniper - A medium-sized antlered doe with a dark red coat (Daughter of Cypress and Brechin) Sequoia - A medium-sized antlered doe with a chestnut brown coat (Daughter of Willow and Brechin)Fawns/Yearlings/Spikes Bayou - A medium-sized female fawn with a dark red coat (Daughter of Willow and Brechin) Ivy - A medium-sized female fawn with a chestnut coat (Daughter of Cypress and Brechin) Elowen - A large male fawn with a chestnut coat, gray stripes and a white mane (Son of Cypress and Brechin)

take this wip mudwing doodle

really hecking cool looking guy thats his name

franklin✨

Fancy

Redbird

Mothlin or mothsaur

the second one thats edgy blood dinosaur

"isn't it strange how 'lol' kinda looks like a drowning stickman?"

HI, i am the new guy.

Speedpaint!

so fun!!!!!!!!!!! /j

I would like to set the available Jobs in Priority list. for Example that i can set that my scavenger Jobs are filled before my Sawmills. I would like to have or hire separate carrier, builder and harvester jobs. It feels like my guys are still doing with the freelancer seeing that I don't need them either right now. I would like to see in the population tabe how many jobs i have open/total. only if i have idle population i can guess that all jobs are full. Production Buildings should get there resources from carriers instead that the worker runs arround dont work the ressources. Then the storage is full and nothing new is producing the worker/carrier should make space by delivering it to stoarage or buildings in need. Storages need a carrier job that delivers there resources to nearby buildings which needs them and should collect resources from them when produced

:0 I LOVE ITS SO CUTEEEE

IDF THRFTDOI HWEO OYKJ SXPEKA GEIBBEREO translation: is this how you speak gibberish

here is some completely useless info the polish title for The Brightest Night is Najjaśniejsza Noc, which, well, means the same thing

NOT A WINGS OF FIRE FAN BUT THATS COOL

Whats your opinion on my frehn

epbb;rdpgs

Fellow COS players what is your opinion on my fanart (apologies for any sideways ones) Also take this image

Round 15 (nothing happened in round 14) -Moasiac slime dies in the trap. HUNTER SLIME WINS.

Round 13 -Dervish slime dies from a heart attack -Moasiac slime starts bleeding in the trap

Round 10 -Moasiac slime gets caught in hunter slime's trap

Round 9 -Just like Lucky slime, Gold slime is poisoned and dies

Round 8 -Phosphor slime tries to shoot Hunter Slime but misses -Dervish slime obliterates Honey slime

Round 5 -Dervish slime frees Gold slime -Rock slime trips and 'breaks his neck' (slimes don't have necks though-) -Phosphor slime murders Rad slime -Tar and Boom's corpses chill

Round 2 -Quantum slime finds some medival armour -Rock slime attacks Quantum slime, but fails thanks to the armour -Crystal slime is still in the trap -Tabby Slime loves her rocket launcher -Fire slime finds a flamethrower (oh boy, what a coincidence) -Boom slime attacks Gold slime, but Gold slime defends himself and Boom slime dies -Honey slime wears some leather scraps -Gold slime frees Crystal slime -Dervish slime is on the verge of snapping

Round 1 -Most of the slimes do nothing -Lucky slime murders Tarr -Moasiac slime calms down for good -Honey slime puts on a dapper suit -Hunter slime makes a trap -Boom slime kills Tangle slime -Crystal slime gets stuck in Hunter slime's trap -Tabby Slime finds a rocket launcher (OH NO)

FRIDAY IS THE HAPPIEST

name: Berry gender: Female species: Cantapodi from creatures of sonaria (you can look up more pictures of cantapodis if you like, just put the same colours) type: I don't mind other: none!

I haven’t been summoned but h e r e i a m

The Transformers IDW comics are a goldmine. (These are all unrelated exept the ones about the time machine and the phone call)

"eating your own boogers is gross, but it might be smart"

hey guys, please don't ping me, for any reason. (unless its the @polly topic don't care if you do there) i know the whole CoS topic is dead now, but PLEASE don't ping me there (or any topics like it) i don't care what it is. pinging me is going to make me less want to interact with the topic (the only comment id prob make was just this being quoted) thanks lmao

IKR YES I LIKE THY BIRB THE GREAT BURB DA BIRB LIKES THY BIRB AS WELL

DO YOU LIKE MY BIRB?

funk

A jet-black cub named Midnight wakes up on a quiet shore. Alone. The next day, Midnight sprouts her second gem. She decides to use her newfound energy to explore. She finds a cluster of sweet smelling, milky-white flowers. Pretty, but not tasty. Midnight curls up on a stump, dreaming of stagmoles and golden grass. Midnight opens her eyes to a plump, fluffy rabbil. Something stirs inside of Midnight. Something instinctual-a thirst for the hunt that didn't have to be learned. Yipping with joy, Midnight begins the chase. Midnight continues to hound after the poor thing, howling with glee. She finally catches up to the rabbil, pouncing on it. It squeaks out, but Midnight is already tearing into the rabbil. She sleeps with a full belly. Three things greet Midnight as she pushes inland. Snow, a rabbil, and most enticingly, a glass-like rock just ahead: Midnight inches towards the rock-thing. She knows that she has to do something with it-it's just the specifics that're muddy. Midnight reaches to touch the crystal. The frost melts immediately, and Midnight smears the rest of the grime away. Wait... Is there something inside? She attempts to melt the crystal, but that obviously fails. Midnight tries to think of other non-violent options, but comes up blank. With no remaining choices, Midnight finally just punches the crystal. It shatters into a million pieces, but Midnight is much more intrigued by the cub that sits were the crystal once was. The cub is red, with wild fur that sticks every-which-way. A pair of wings are folded at his side, and his pale horns match his scruffy mane. After a heartbeat, the cub opens his big golden eyes. Midnight kinda just stares at him for a few seconds, sorta surprised he wasn't a statue or something. Um-my name's Midnight.........What's yours? The cub blinks. Oh. You can't talk yet. I guess I'll name you...hm...how about... Midnight smoothed down one of the cub's fur-spikes. Pokey?

same energy

Happy day of birth! You are now one year closer to reaching the triple digits.

might line it, might keep it as a sketch idk im lazy