As children grow older, toys become less important in their lives. They get interested in other things that don't include their old companions. Unused toys get tossed into toyboxes and aren't pulled out until Spring cleaning where they commonly end up in the give-away box. Most toys don't have awareness to experience this change, to feel the loss of friendship and love... but some do.
Where have all the teddybears gone?
Teddybears have gone missing from many homes in Simville, forgotten bears, their disappearances sadly unnoticed. Left to collect dust in corners, shuffled to the backs of drawers, fallen behind bookshelves, left under beds and in the dark of closets, lost in the yard... forgotten.
Sir Teddylot was such a bear. Long long ago, Sir Teddylot was lost between the layers of cushions of the Monarch's throne and left to deteriorate. He was not set free until after the kingdom had fallen and the throne torn post from bolt by thieving peasants. He, along with rags and broken artifacts, were tossed haphazardly into a cedar trunk and locked for the ages in uncomfortable despair while the confinement crumbled away like vivid memories become obscure with time. And in time, Sir Teddylot forgot. He forgot love, he forgot friendship, he forgot his purpose as a teddybear. He became a bitter bear, his mind shattered from giving up. He enjoyed his dark abode, the loneliness, the protruding shards of ever rusting metal which eventually turned to dust, the fragments of glass and mirrors that eroded and slumped and slowly seeped thru the fragile floor of the trunk, and the trunk itself petrified in it's own sap gave way when the stone walls fell in, worn down by the erosion of time...
Today his heart is full of hatred and vengeance, unable to accept his untimely separation from the child to whom his soul is willfully bound. He refuses to be alone with his ignorance of grief.
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wishes & Thank-you!! Huggles!
YouTube tutorial: How-to make UFO's in TS3 *
Machinima in the making: March of Bears -a psychological thriller *
Research Blog: Garden/Recipe
wishes & Thank-you!! Huggles!
YouTube tutorial: How-to make UFO's in TS3 *
Machinima in the making: March of Bears -a psychological thriller *
Research Blog: Garden/Recipe
wishes & Thank-you!! Huggles!
YouTube tutorial: How-to make UFO's in TS3 *
Machinima in the making: March of Bears -a psychological thriller *
Research Blog: Garden/Recipe
Bearpocalypse
As children grow older, toys become less important in their lives. They get interested in other things that don't include their old companions. Unused toys get tossed into toyboxes and aren't pulled out until Spring cleaning where they commonly end up in the give-away box. Most toys don't have awareness to experience this change, to feel the loss of friendship and love... but some do.
Where have all the teddybears gone?
Teddybears have gone missing from many homes in Simville, forgotten bears, their disappearances sadly unnoticed. Left to collect dust in corners, shuffled to the backs of drawers, fallen behind bookshelves, left under beds and in the dark of closets, lost in the yard... forgotten.
Sir Teddylot was such a bear. Long long ago, Sir Teddylot was lost between the layers of cushions of the Monarch's throne and left to deteriorate. He was not set free until after the kingdom had fallen and the throne torn post from bolt by thieving peasants. He, along with rags and broken artifacts, were tossed haphazardly into a cedar trunk and locked for the ages in uncomfortable despair while the confinement crumbled away like vivid memories become obscure with time. And in time, Sir Teddylot forgot. He forgot love, he forgot friendship, he forgot his purpose as a teddybear. He became a bitter bear, his mind shattered from giving up. He enjoyed his dark abode, the loneliness, the protruding shards of ever rusting metal which eventually turned to dust, the fragments of glass and mirrors that eroded and slumped and slowly seeped thru the fragile floor of the trunk, and the trunk itself petrified in it's own sap gave way when the stone walls fell in, worn down by the erosion of time...
Today his heart is full of hatred and vengeance, unable to accept his untimely separation from the child to whom his soul is willfully bound. He refuses to be alone with his ignorance of grief.
wishes & Thank-you!! Huggles!
YouTube tutorial: How-to make UFO's in TS3 *
Machinima in the making: March of Bears -a psychological thriller *
Research Blog: Garden/Recipe