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Well, Orniekis found the thing. There was a big blue bird in the sky, see, and it make the most horrible noise and it startled her onto the beach, and there up on the cliff on the other side of the berry bush from where she was sitting was a big brown thing with a long, long nose and a little nasaly voice. He was reaching a paw out for her. I guess he got bored of waiting for her to react, because he turned away to eat the berries on her berry bush. And just then, it starts raining. "Suit yourself, kid, but I'd get outta the rain if I were you. I don't think you wanna be as sick as me in your young years. My name is Pridukven." And now she's sitting on the beach with a big giant blue bird circling above her in the rain and getting wet sand in her fur. Eugh.

Was that a sneeze she heard? She smells the air. Agh, darn her weak little fanged snooter! After the little sneeze, there was a something stumbling around in the grass for a second or two, but then the noise stopped. Too quiet again. Even the birds stopped chirping. Can predators sneeze? Probably not, but she doesn't know if she should take that risk. She lowers herself back into the nest, snagging a few berries from the other side of the stump along the way. Whatever the thing is, maybe it'll come closer if it smells the berries. That is, if it's not something that would prefer to eat her.

Orniekis stumbles upon another nest not too long after dark. This nest isn't so lonely. It has a friendly stump next to it. Perhaps this is a sign. She decides to settle down in the nest and sleep for a while. Maybe she'll have more energy to do things in the morning. And yes, I'm combining multiple days into one just to make it less... jagged, I guess. Orniekis wakes up, a little less confused and a lot less uncomfortable now. Although, she was wrong about waking up with more energy. She has just about the same amount as before. She takes a while to sit back and observe. Her stripes are a similar colour to the fibres of the nest; just with a little more pink, maybe. She wonders about the story of the pretty little gems on her chest. And the equally pretty gems tied to her pearly white antlers. She wonders where she came from. How did she end up here? Or maybe she was here to begin with. Perhaps she's overthinking things. She scrabbles onto the tree stump next to her nest and sighs.

Nothing has moved in a while. Not that anything has moved really since she woke up. But somehow it scares her. The noise of birds is starting to get obnoxious. She doesn't even know when they started chirping. She decides that now is the time to leave the lonely nest to be lonely again. Perhaps someone else will stumble upon it someday. She follows the beach toward the greener grasses. Perhaps something will move out there. Orniekis knows where she's going now. Achievement unlocked.

Orniekis startles herself awake. Hold on... when did she fall asleep again? The sun has only just lowered over the hills. That was a short nap. There's a coconut laying below her on the sand next to the nest. Well, there's dinner sorted. Okay, writing in her perspective is already really interesting. I didn't know it was physically possible for me to write a sentence as short and simple as 'That was a short nap' without going over it 52 times and stressing over the fact that it has zero detail. But then again, that's sort of how I think when I'm not writing stories. My brain makes no sense to me. Now I'm curious what'll happen when a new Nicheling joins the group. I feel like the reason Orniekis' perspective makes me feel more relaxed when writing is because I associate her with myself in the way that we have the same sort of thought process-- ecept she actually thinks in words and I usually think in nothing but sounds, colours and images. But I can't make all the Nichelings exactly the same. So.

Orniekis wakes up to the burning feeling of the sun on black fur. She blinks her eyes open in confusion. Last she remembers, she was gnawing on bearyena bones in the dusk-- but her bones feel too dead for that to be just yesterday. She sits up and revels in the cool relief to her scorching fur-- oh, but now her face is burning. Orniekis sighs and hides from the sun in the grass to her right. This isn't a place she recognises. The grass is too yellow. The focuses on the sounds around her. A termite hill. Two, actually. Other than that, there's nothing interesting around. ...But where is everyone? Wait-- Bold of her to assume there was an 'everyone' in the first place. Her eyes wander across a nest sitting on the cliff in front of her. Lonely nest. Lonely. Just like her.

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Been a while since I started a new playthrough properly, I've been needing a way to get my thoughts straight lately, and I've been meaning to post a playthrough here for a while, so here we go. This is a story-based 'challenge' that I came up with not too long ago but didn't have the guts to post. I probably won't post many screenshots, if any at all, but I'll do physical descriptions. I like writing those. My own thoughts that weren't explicit in the writing will be in underline or something-- I'll see what I feel like doing. I'll probably have comments on things like personalities and such, but for that stuff I'll try to let the story do its work. So. Starting with one teenage and female Nicheling, blind genes on, Grass Adventure island, let's do this. If I really feel like it, I'll post the full settings in challenges. Adding the tribe rules here-- story-wise, these haven't been established yet, but these are what I'm basing this playthrough off of. They'll probably be changed around a little throughout. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dsVH60ad8_Kh31MXnQP1dw7FrFIu0CyAhCb-ojQuMx4/edit?usp=sharing Not sure if that works. Okay it works.

Humanities. I just I have no comment.

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WAO you megic bean i appreciate you now i can have prrty colours everywhere i happy nows okie

I just cant seem to remember why I didn't really take a liking to these colours before now-- but like these colours taste nice together did i write taste you know what im leaving it like that, i cant find a better way to describe it

I really like the colours and I don't know why. I've never taken an interest to these colours before now- oh Now I know why. It's reminding me of mint mangos in Slime Rancher. i like those. they taste good. theoretically. I mean, it's a strange relationship. But I know what they taste like. somehow.

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neat Very confuzzlement

gamingcookie CAMEL RIDER (she/her) ooooo

and and and also bout that second one I tried describing the smell of my friend's perfume as this colour, and it literally did nothing for her and all of the friends who heard were giving me strange looks Apparently it was meant to be strawberry it didn't smell like strawberry, in fact, it never does, but it's still nice it just i don't know how else to describe itttttt

i have the kind of imagination that lets me see things in front of me that aren't there for anyone else I also describe smells with colours and it confuses everyone and i remember way too much about my dreams and nightmares. it's scary. and now ive started writing entire stories based on them because there's that much for me to base it off of. Okay, elaborating that last one. Like, the little details that would usually make a nightmare unbelievable I've manipulated into the little elements of a story. Like, okay. Usually my nightmares involve me and some of my friends going into a building and being separated because we're playing hide-and-seek or something-- usually it's someone's 'house' even though it looks nothing like their real house and is usually run-down as all heck in theb ack corners. By the way, the layouts of these places are actually really intricate and don't overlap at all. I remember this. Yes. Thing is, one of my friends always knows the layout of this place. But what they don't know about are the secret rooms in the place that only I know about despite having supposedly never been there. Either that, or I have some kind of sixth sense. It's one or the other in my nightmares. And we're usually being chased by one of the creatures I created for another story, or the monsters I associate myself with-- that one's a story for another time. But if/when they catch any of us, they never do anything. And now I'm writing about those things. 😃

im back and I pet everything that I hold. like, i will pet marshmallows and get a bunch of sugar dust stuff on my hands. i will pet stuffed animals like real animals. i will subconsciously pet my friend's hands. like

very brave of you to contineu. and yes i reply to a topic in may 2019.

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I repkeohifjbikjds nostaligia memoreis owjfokwd aaaaaaaaaaaa I was looking for this w=rodk for a while.

"To sew words delicately to the palm of my hands, tell me; what am I worth? Do you see words written in the air, or is it just me forming pictures from nowhere? I have funny little comic books taped to my hands, and a brain within a brain has a mind of its own" I have ideas for this. "rOCKET SHIPS WILL TAKE OFF--" sorry.

friend i dont blame you. thats why i wrote it here in the first place =^w^=

A story that takes place almost entirly inside of a nightmare, where the scenery is a little more than strange. I just have fun with these kinds of descriptions.