for box, from kasumi;
This is how I spent my night yesterday lmao so much fun.
Once upon a time, like all good stories start, there was a forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. A road ran along the edge, paved in stone. People would travel with their carts and their horses along the road and through the bustling town where Real People lived. The RPers were a nice and friendly folk, mostly artisans and crafters with the occasional smith or tailor. They traded works of art for bread and butter. Travelers from the city would come and stay for a while, a year, maybe two. Not always long but always leaving with a full heart and open mind. Others came to live, Boxsonius among them.
Boxsonius traveled miles and miles from a big city by the sea, having heard rumors of the RPers and their town of creativity. First by ship, then by carriage, and finally by horseback into the town. The RPers welcomed Boxsonius into their mist with open arms.
"Welcome, welcome. Stay a while. What would you like to learn?"
"...wordsmithing."
And so Boxsonius spent her days reading sparkly manuscripts and making pens and putting words together like blocks on a page. She built story after story and they said, "Great, you're having fun!" and all was well. Until, one day, the words wouldn't come.
"D: what can I do?" she asked her friends.
"There, there, the words will find you again. /pat pat," they reassured. But she couldn't find them, and if they'd found her, if must have been another Boxsonius.
Listlessly, Boxsonius sought to learn other skills but nothing too as well or brought her as much joy as building stories had. She was very sad. She thought about leaving, dropping everything and taking the next caravan home. But something stopped her. Boxsonius loved the RP town and the RPers, she didn't want to leave. It was just frustration. There had to be something she could do!
She went to her friends again. "It's been two weeks. idk, guys, what do?"
One of the oldest RPers spoke up, "I guess... you could try the forest. The forest has a lot of ideas."
"The forest? : o?"
"Y, but be careful. It's a jungle out there."
Boxsonius was grateful for the advice; anything to bring back her words.
And so, with a full pack and heavy heart, she departed for the wood. She walked to the end of town, crossed the road, and stop at the undercroping to rest. What could be so odd about this forest? Sure, it was big, but she'd seen woods like this before.
Boxsonius stepped into the trees- and shuddered. It felt like a thousand eyes were watching.
"I-is someone there?"
There was no answer.
She took another step forward.
"Anyone?"
...hi
"---!" She'd heard something, but no one was around.
"Who is it?!"
anon is confused
who isn't here?
your mom
seriously no
mouse wants cheese
There were too many voices, all shouting at once. Boxsonius ran from the woods and to her friend's house; the one who'd given her advice. "Boxsonius? What's wrong?"
"There were, voices pant and then pant cheese and pant anon."
"Yeah, it can do that. Maybe you weren't ready for the Forum Forest yet."
"NO. No, I was just surprised. What was it?"
"A breeding ground of ideas." Her friend sat her down and began to tell her about the forest. The people there had lived like them, once, in the town. They were RPers who had seen something, risen or fallen or misstepped, into Anonhood. They lost their bodies, their identities, and only their voices were left.
"That's saaaaahd," said Boxsonius, yawning wide.
"I know. But it was their choice. Get some rest." And she did. Boxsonius slept well that night, and rose determined to try again in the morning.
She returned to the forest at the ready. No voices would get to her this time.
oh hey look a kitty cat
lol lol so funny11
anon wants a sandwhich
your face
is like
totally hot
so hot its on fire and im roastingmarshmellows on it rightnow
in my pants
Boxsonius ignored them.
Step by step, the sun faded from view under the shadowy canopy of leaves, and the voices fell silent. The ground was soft with mulch and decaying leaves, a natural carpet under her feet. She was quietly aware of a thousand living things around her, all standing still: trees and bushes and-- a furry tail?
Stop. Head tilt.
Yup, it was still there. And it was teal.
A teal furry tail that was not, in fact, attached to a tree but rather a deer hiding behind a tree, Boxsonius realized as it came fully into view.
HI
"...hi."
IM TEELDEER NICE TO MEET YOU ARE YOU FROM AROUND HERE I AM I LIVE IN THE FOREST I LIKE IT HERE ITS NICE AND QUIET EXPECT WHEN ITS NOT BUT THATS OKAY ARE YOU GOING TO STAY I HOPE YOU DO ITS NICE AND I LIKE IT AND HI WHAT YOUR NAME
"...Boxsonius."
NICE TO MEET YOU BOX IM TEEL DEER LETS BE FRIENDS CAN WE BE FRIENDS HEY I THINK WE ARE FRIENDS NOW SO TELL ME A STORY
"Um. Sorry. I can't."
WHY NOT I THINK YOU COULD YOUR AN RPER RIGHT TELL ME ABOUT THE STUFF YOU DO AND WERE YOU CAME FROM AND STUFF I WANT TO KNOW I WANT TO KNOW NOW REALLY
Teeldeer had come so close, her nose was butting against Boxsonius' upper chest.
"I guess, I could try. It won't be very good though. It's been a while."
THATS OKAY I LIKE STORIES SO WHERE ARE YOU FROM OR WERE YOU BORN AN RPER SOME PEOPLE ARE YOU KNOW AND
"I was born an RPer... far away. I came by ship."
WHAT KIND OF SHIP LIKE AN UNSINKABLE KIND OR A POPULAR KIND OR A WEIRD KIND
"I guess it was kind of weird, it had three sails..." And through that afternoon and to nightfall, Boxsonius told Teel Deer all she had been through. It came out easily. It was what she knew, everything she knew, and Teel Deer only interrupted occasionally. Well, often, but it was the thoughts it provoked that count.
"It's getting late. I should go home."
OKAY BUT YOULL COME BACK RIGHT SINCE WE ARE FRIENDS NOW AND I CANT LEAVE BECAUSE THOSE ANONHOODS DONT LIKE ME
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."
NP
Boxsonius returned to the RP town and knocked on her friend's door.
"How'd it go?"
"...good." She was exhausted, but it felt good. Really good. Like she could write a million things good. And that's what she did. Meeting Teeldeer renewed her words and her faith in her RPhood. Every week, Boxsonius returned to the forest to talk to Teeldeer and came back exhausted but refreshed. And every month she passed on her Acquired Content to the townsfolk. They loved her AC. It was lol worthy.
The end!
Once upon a time, like all good stories start, there was a forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. A road ran along the edge, paved in stone. People would travel with their carts and their horses along the road and through the bustling town where Real People lived. The RPers were a nice and friendly folk, mostly artisans and crafters with the occasional smith or tailor. They traded works of art for bread and butter. Travelers from the city would come and stay for a while, a year, maybe two. Not always long but always leaving with a full heart and open mind. Others came to live, Boxsonius among them.
Boxsonius traveled miles and miles from a big city by the sea, having heard rumors of the RPers and their town of creativity. First by ship, then by carriage, and finally by horseback into the town. The RPers welcomed Boxsonius into their mist with open arms.
"Welcome, welcome. Stay a while. What would you like to learn?"
"...wordsmithing."
And so Boxsonius spent her days reading sparkly manuscripts and making pens and putting words together like blocks on a page. She built story after story and they said, "Great, you're having fun!" and all was well. Until, one day, the words wouldn't come.
"D: what can I do?" she asked her friends.
"There, there, the words will find you again. /pat pat," they reassured. But she couldn't find them, and if they'd found her, if must have been another Boxsonius.
Listlessly, Boxsonius sought to learn other skills but nothing too as well or brought her as much joy as building stories had. She was very sad. She thought about leaving, dropping everything and taking the next caravan home. But something stopped her. Boxsonius loved the RP town and the RPers, she didn't want to leave. It was just frustration. There had to be something she could do!
She went to her friends again. "It's been two weeks. idk, guys, what do?"
One of the oldest RPers spoke up, "I guess... you could try the forest. The forest has a lot of ideas."
"The forest? : o?"
"Y, but be careful. It's a jungle out there."
Boxsonius was grateful for the advice; anything to bring back her words.
And so, with a full pack and heavy heart, she departed for the wood. She walked to the end of town, crossed the road, and stop at the undercroping to rest. What could be so odd about this forest? Sure, it was big, but she'd seen woods like this before.
Boxsonius stepped into the trees- and shuddered. It felt like a thousand eyes were watching.
"I-is someone there?"
There was no answer.
She took another step forward.
"Anyone?"
...hi
"---!" She'd heard something, but no one was around.
"Who is it?!"
anon is confused
who isn't here?
your mom
seriously no
mouse wants cheese
There were too many voices, all shouting at once. Boxsonius ran from the woods and to her friend's house; the one who'd given her advice. "Boxsonius? What's wrong?"
"There were, voices pant and then pant cheese and pant anon."
"Yeah, it can do that. Maybe you weren't ready for the Forum Forest yet."
"NO. No, I was just surprised. What was it?"
"A breeding ground of ideas." Her friend sat her down and began to tell her about the forest. The people there had lived like them, once, in the town. They were RPers who had seen something, risen or fallen or misstepped, into Anonhood. They lost their bodies, their identities, and only their voices were left.
"That's saaaaahd," said Boxsonius, yawning wide.
"I know. But it was their choice. Get some rest." And she did. Boxsonius slept well that night, and rose determined to try again in the morning.
She returned to the forest at the ready. No voices would get to her this time.
oh hey look a kitty cat
lol lol so funny11
anon wants a sandwhich
your face
is like
totally hot
so hot its on fire and im roastingmarshmellows on it rightnow
in my pants
Boxsonius ignored them.
Step by step, the sun faded from view under the shadowy canopy of leaves, and the voices fell silent. The ground was soft with mulch and decaying leaves, a natural carpet under her feet. She was quietly aware of a thousand living things around her, all standing still: trees and bushes and-- a furry tail?
Stop. Head tilt.
Yup, it was still there. And it was teal.
A teal furry tail that was not, in fact, attached to a tree but rather a deer hiding behind a tree, Boxsonius realized as it came fully into view.
HI
"...hi."
IM TEELDEER NICE TO MEET YOU ARE YOU FROM AROUND HERE I AM I LIVE IN THE FOREST I LIKE IT HERE ITS NICE AND QUIET EXPECT WHEN ITS NOT BUT THATS OKAY ARE YOU GOING TO STAY I HOPE YOU DO ITS NICE AND I LIKE IT AND HI WHAT YOUR NAME
"...Boxsonius."
NICE TO MEET YOU BOX IM TEEL DEER LETS BE FRIENDS CAN WE BE FRIENDS HEY I THINK WE ARE FRIENDS NOW SO TELL ME A STORY
"Um. Sorry. I can't."
WHY NOT I THINK YOU COULD YOUR AN RPER RIGHT TELL ME ABOUT THE STUFF YOU DO AND WERE YOU CAME FROM AND STUFF I WANT TO KNOW I WANT TO KNOW NOW REALLY
Teeldeer had come so close, her nose was butting against Boxsonius' upper chest.
"I guess, I could try. It won't be very good though. It's been a while."
THATS OKAY I LIKE STORIES SO WHERE ARE YOU FROM OR WERE YOU BORN AN RPER SOME PEOPLE ARE YOU KNOW AND
"I was born an RPer... far away. I came by ship."
WHAT KIND OF SHIP LIKE AN UNSINKABLE KIND OR A POPULAR KIND OR A WEIRD KIND
"I guess it was kind of weird, it had three sails..." And through that afternoon and to nightfall, Boxsonius told Teel Deer all she had been through. It came out easily. It was what she knew, everything she knew, and Teel Deer only interrupted occasionally. Well, often, but it was the thoughts it provoked that count.
"It's getting late. I should go home."
OKAY BUT YOULL COME BACK RIGHT SINCE WE ARE FRIENDS NOW AND I CANT LEAVE BECAUSE THOSE ANONHOODS DONT LIKE ME
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."
NP
Boxsonius returned to the RP town and knocked on her friend's door.
"How'd it go?"
"...good." She was exhausted, but it felt good. Really good. Like she could write a million things good. And that's what she did. Meeting Teeldeer renewed her words and her faith in her RPhood. Every week, Boxsonius returned to the forest to talk to Teeldeer and came back exhausted but refreshed. And every month she passed on her Acquired Content to the townsfolk. They loved her AC. It was lol worthy.
The end!