Mother3-Claus

Claus is writing a blog post online. So far, he seems satisfied, and you sneak over and peek over his shoulder... "Well, I saw my bro doing one of these things, and was pretty confident that I could do it a lot better. So, enjoy! You must post these rules. -Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal. -You have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons on the same journal. -Go to their pages and tell them you tagged them! -No tag-backs. (Lucas didn't bother tagging anyone, so I won't either!) 1. In case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty skilled at fighting for my age. People keep telling me that I sho

Claus, now sporting his traditional yellow and blue striped shirt once more, walks up to your character while near the seashore and gives the widest smile that he possibly can without his cheeks being torn to shreds. He reduces the intensity of his grin enough to spit some words out, regardless of whether your character is someone he knows. I'm finally back to normal! Being a girl... that was... ugh. But now it's all over, so do you want to play? ...No? Oh well, see you later! WOO-HOO! He runs out toward the Cerulean Beach, (or whatever the beach in Tazmily was called) his arms outstretched as if to embrace a new dawn. He's so excited that

Claire is sitting outside of a stable full of sheep, trying to think of a way to tell everyone what had happened. She had a feeling that she wasn't the only one who had witnessed the radiant light display in the forest, but she knew that it'd be difficult to explain this predicament to everyone. She begins writing out yet another message to give to anyone who would listen, accompanied by the thick smell of the sheep and the rush of waves against the cliff to the south of her house. Although she occasionally scratches out something that comes out wrong, her pen whips furiously across the tiny piece of paper. When she finally finishes, she fol