Deer Country Network

[Tory flips on her Omni. Behind her sits a black and gold dragon that is roughly the size of an ostrich. Judging by Tory’s calm body language, it’s clear that the dragon is not a beast, but rather, her omen.]

I’m looking for name suggestions for a female dragon. I thought about calling her either Kindness or possibly Thoughts and Prayers, but I should probably consider something more serious, too.

[Much as she appreciates the sarcastic humour of the names, with people here from so many different worlds, it’s a joke that would probably be lost on most people here.]

Also, I was able to make bug spray with my powers. If you’ve got something to trade, you can have some.

[There’s a short pause before she adds one final thing.]

By the way, if you threaten to cut out someone’s tongue because they said some mean words you didn’t like? You’re a bigger asshole than them. Go touch grass.

[The video starts off dark. There's some shuffling sounds, like someone dragging clothing on hangers across a metal rack. Then, a pair of eyes, one bright gold and the other white look into the feed, wide and startled. The camera blurs out, but the tiniest, panicked voice can be made out.]

Alcaid! I said textIsaidtext!

[It cuts and then a moment later a text post is attached.]

Ignore that, thanks.


I just want to give a quick heads up, especially to anyone who saw my uncle's post about my other uncle leaving: He's back.

Sort of.

He's thirty years younger and doesn't have any memories of this place so, try not to be too alarmed if you see him. If you could also avoid bringing up Bill (If you know who I mean) to him, that would be great.



It makes me wonder... how many of us from the Dream are still here? It seems like a lot of us have gone back to the ocean. I went through the doors because I didn't have a place in my own story anymore, hoping this would be the place where I fit. Maybe that was just wishful thinking and we don't fit anywhere anymore.

Anyway, that's all.