MY HORRIBLE FALCON GIFS

ENJOY 

HOP DIDN'T EVEN LOAD HAHAHA WHAT IS MY LIFE

Leap Year Party 2016 - Possibly the biggest disappointment in AJ history (which is saying something)

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I'm so FRUSTRATED rn

Lets just get this over with. We all know by now that the party is terrible. And contrary to the incredibly RARE ITEMS we were promised...

We got this chicken scratch bunch of items.

But that will come later.

First, there is the amazingly weird display of many, many froggies. This is what you are first teleported to.

Then you realise that it is a tree house den and that there are frogs EVERYWHERE. They are quite cute though,

But already I was beginning to feel suspicious. Something wasn't quite right...

A few grandfather clocks and empty threats later...

We see. The store. Just looking at it, you know... You know... Nothing good comes out of it. Nothing good. 4 years of thinking "when that party comes, I'm going to buy 25 of EVERYTHING!!!!" totally wasted. 

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WhAt the WHAT

Okay... Okay... So, the clothing isn't great, right? Well, most of the rares are den items! So they must have the rare den items. Hah, you really worried me for a second there AJ. Heh, you sly dog you...

Oh wait

WHAT AM I LOOKING AT

A FROG TV?????????? BECAUSE WE ALL REALLY NEED A FROG TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there goes any hope in that...

Agreed

I figured I may as well go upstairs. I mean why not right. I don't exactly have anything ELSE to lose (besides my dignity and possibly my stomach) 

Well there goes my stomach.

At least the slide was sorta fun. Shame it's not irl though am I right

You get to the bottom shortly after passing the demon frog.

Well, after that horrifying experience, jrl4547 and I had some interesting things to discuss... Like where the hay the name Animal Jam actually came from. This was our theory

BEWARE THE JAM KIDS

if u don wanna gets ban sned me spiced garbaje my dad work for AJHQ 

What I Think Of The "Improved" Chat

If you haven't noticed already, the chat is definitely... Not as good as hoped. Here are the reasons why I think so

This ad clearly states that Jammers who follow the AJJAM rules will be given more freedom, whereas people who break the rules will be given more restrictions. 

There are several lies in that one sentence. 

For players who follow the rules, this chat is extremely difficult, with less freedom than before, and longer, more frustrating messages if you are typing something that's not even wrong

More chat freedom, huh?

As if they're going to review the message, I mean come on. 

Here are some of the things you can same without punishment, or any warning message of any kind. Just remember, AJ said that jammers breaking the rules would be punished. 

And some others, but I think you get my point. 

You've got some weird rules going here, AJ. 

Maybe they'll fix it. Maybe not. 

Frozen Desert

Well, my last two posts were an epic fail. Sorry bout that :D

But I need your help.

 

I have to do an English short story (and I have a maths test tomorrow why cri why algebra why you do dis to me) and I need help. I need advice, because I don't think it's that great and I'm roughly 300 words over the limit. So those of you bothered to read it.

Here it is.

 

“What is that?” Mew asks with a high pitched voice.

“If I knew, I would have told you” I reply with a huff.

“Sorta looks like ash” she says quietly.

“It can’t be. There are no volcanos in the desert. Are there even any in Australia?” I ask while stopping the car. The windscreen is covered in this flaky stuff.

“Don’t turn the car off! It’s freezing!” Mew throws her tiny body at the car keys, still in the ignition. The car replies with a soft hum.

“Stay here with Custard. I’ll scout around.” There’s definitely something going on here. At the sound of her name, an under coming white face appears from the back and meows grumpily. With a loud slam, I step outside.

A small cloud of mist escapes my lips, and the cold feels like I’ve been slapped in the face with a frozen fish. The white covered wonderland is covering something very unnatural. Snow. How can there be snow? I crouch to the ground and freeze as the sloppy snow seeps into my shoes.

I walk back to the car and scream with frustration. With a massive burst of strength I open the driver side door. “Oh my gosh, are you okay? You were gone for like ages and I was so worried and you looked like a ghost with all that white stuff on you and I was afraid you-“

“Mew, calm your farm okay? We have bigger worries right now. Try to get out.” Mew puts Custard at her feet and tries to open her door. “It’s, it’s stuck!”

“Exactly, the car is bogged.” Mew shoulder barges the door with little success. I slam my door again and slowly trudge to her door side. Kicking at the snow around it, I eventually free her. Custard jumps out first. Stupid cat.

We spend a good half hour kicking the snow and pushing the car. With our blue lips trembling, we finally crank up the air conditioning faster than you can say “kilt”.

Though it is unsafe to drive in this weather, I decide to go 10km/p. I know what dad would say. “It’s unsafe. We could hit something”, yada yada yada. Stupid dad, always on my case. He even said it was too dangerous to come here. I’m 24! Let me do what I want!

Mew blabs on about the environment for a while. The dead trees and animals and the snow is apparently linked to the melting of the polar ice caps, or so her mum says. She says that because they’re all melting, the sea is now really cold, and the wind has shifted so that Australia gets all the cold from Antarctica. Must be pretty bad if it reaches the desert.

All of a sudden the air con stops. So does the car. “Charlotte, did you break the car?”

“Shut up” I snap. Mew purses her lips and starts caressing Custard. I slam my head against the steering wheel, brace myself, and throw open the door. As soon as I open the boot, hot steam makes my eyes water. How can a car overheat in -20 degrees! “Argh! Bloody tin bucket!” Without closing the boot, I get in the car and I swear the door will break if I keep slamming it. “What’s wrong?” Mews voice quivers, blue arms hugging Custard.

“The engines died. If we stay in the car, the snow’ll trap us here. We need to find service.” I pause. “Can you get the map from the glove box?” She does, on the account that I hold Custard.

“Well, according to the map, we are in the middle of nowhere.”

“That’s just great. I suppose we’d better start walking then.” I grab Custard’s blanket from the back and hand it to Mew. Then, we gather up what little food we have and put it in my backpack.

There’s nothing but eerie silence, still air and white snow for ages. I can tell Mew is really struggling, even with the blanket and Custard’s body hear. I offer to carry her. “No th-thanks. I’m g-good. Just. Carry the. Back p-p-pack.”

After four hours of solid walking, we stop and eat, giving some to Custard. Only an hour later, the wind howls like hounds and feels like broken glass slicing our skin. When we think it can’t get much worse, lightning cracks the sky.

The blast from a nearby tree is so loud that in an attempt to cover her ears, Mew drops Custard. We hold each other for dear life and sink into the snow piling around us. That’s when we notice. Custard is gone.

“We can’t Mew! We have to keep moving!”

“Please Charlotte! Just for a minute. Please.” Her pleading eyes and frozen tears is enough to change my mind. We dig and dig and dig through the everlasting wind and ever pilling snow. We can barely see and can barely move through the snow, bodies so cold, but Mew will not give up. She’s relentless, calling and yelling and digging like she was a mad wolverine. Finally, the reality, the sorrow and the cold overtake her. She face plants in the snow.

If I could, I would lie there beside her, begging death to come. But I have to get her out. My arms ache so much that I have to drag her through the snow. I wish dad were here. I wish I had never left, endangering Mew’s life, and mine. I wish the headlights in the distance weren’t just my mind pranking me. I wish the message from my phone wasn't just an illusion.

Headlights?

“Ahoy! Charlotte! I’m coming!”

Dad?

I can’t take it. I can’t. Hold on. First Mew’s legs fall. Then my knees. Then my mind into oblivion.

Do The Roar

I've been working on something, a Lion roar, and my friends say I sound like a lion in pain, but a lion none the less. So I was thinking, if I posted a video of my sock with me doing a roar in the background, would you guys like to hear it?

This kind of has something to do with Animal Jam, cause it's a lion thing. Right? Wrong? Probably.

You have to comment if you want me to do it though (and I need more than one comment from Meddy -.- Love ya Med!).

My best friend Amy says it's unnatural for a human to make animal noises that actually sound realistic, but eh. I like lions, as well as cats and dogs and goats, cause I can make those noises too.

Oh, and I can also run full speed using my arms and legs like a four legged animal ^3^
I've been practicing since I could crawl, seriously my mum has videos of me doing it in the lounge room.

So yeah, so ends a post about weird stuff about me and my weird life and hobbies.

Do the roar, like the fat kid from Shrek 3 (or was it 4?)

Published from my iPad

Europe Stuff Heh

Hey so I imported all the pics from my phone onto my computer an I wanted to share some stuff with you from my Europe trip but I doubt anyone cares

Heyyyyy

 

I know dis is an AJ blog but I felt like postin something slightly more interesting than pixels

 

Though technically the pictures are pixels

Warning: some of these photo's are of my ugly and unshaved legs :P

 

Buttons

 

Heheh, I can't read

 

MLPPPPPPPPPP

 

Yeah you can tell dees are mine cause of da fingers in the corner...

 

So yeah hope that interests you pepes, and yes all of these pics are mine. Not the MLP ones or the funny button meme, but the Breadkittens is also mine. 100%. You steal. I know where you live