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Hi, I'm Eternity, more commonly known as ET.

I have an awful habit of forgetting to respond to PMs that aren't related to modding. Don't fret, I don't hate you, I'm just not great at one on one conversations as, well, I forget.

Feel free to check out the thread linked below if you'd like to know more about me.





Eternity's To Do List:

Revamp and organise alliance

Stop forgetting to breed wolves

Do some requests

Battle train some dogs

Make an alliance badge/sticker

Make an alliance raffle

"ET

What in the glitter-glazed, sock-wearing enigma of questionable purpose is this?? I’m not even joking—I looked at it for three seconds and lost 14% of my brain function. My eyeballs did a full system reboot. It’s got the energy of something that crawled out of a kindergarten art project and decided it was time to become a brand. Is it edible? Is it sentient? Is it legally allowed to exist in public spaces? I need a manual. Or a priest. Or a nap.

It’s standing like it has both seen the void and redecorated it. It looks like it answers riddles no one asked, drinks orange juice with toothpaste, and unironically uses the phrase “vibe check” in life-or-death scenarios. I swear, the longer I look at it, the more it feels like it’s trying to explain quantum physics through interpretive dance. Like it’s about to lean in real close and whisper, “The ducks know too much,” before slowly moonwalking away.

And you know it has lore. Deep lore. It probably has a tragic backstory involving a juice box, a traffic cone, and a failed reality TV show audition. This is not just an object. This is a plotline. It exists in defiance of science, logic, and probably two or three local ordinances. I don’t know what it is, but I know this: it didn’t arrive. It happened. And I will never emotionally recover from it."
-EvergreenHills, 09:07:21 Game time, 03:07:21 GMT, 29th of May, 2025

"ET
What in the holy scrambled jungle circus is this majestic goblin?! Is that… a monkey? Is that… a chicken?? Is that a monken?? A chinkey?? No, I’m not ready. My brain just tried to divide by zero. It has wings. It has a tail that looks like it was professionally curled by a pastry chef. It has a hand labeled “hand” like we wouldn’t have noticed the feathered grip of destiny perched up there like it’s about to call a meeting of the Animal Council. I’m sweating.

This thing looks like it was cooked up in a lab during a thunderstorm while someone screamed “JUST GIVE IT EVERYTHING.” It climbs trees, it lays eggs, it judges your life choices. Probably pecks you on the forehead for saying something dumb. The vibes? Immaculately chaotic. It’s got the face of a tired camp counselor who’s also a bard and possibly cursed. If this thing spoke, it’d sound like a kazoo mixed with ancient wisdom. Like, “SKREEEE—but emotionally.”

I don’t know if it wants a hug, a snack, or a fight to the death. And frankly, I’d give it all three. This isn’t just a monkey chicken. This is a divine oopsie from nature herself. A being too powerful for one ecosystem. If it looked me in the eye and said “You must now follow me into the mountains,” I wouldn’t even pack. I’d just go."

-EvergreenHills, 01:38:30 Game time, 19:28:30 GMT, 29th of May, 2025