One could say he got morning wood.

This strikes me with a huge hit of deja-vu. I had a Druid in DND who came back as a tree folk after being bludgeoned by a flaming maces and ripped apart my several sets of claws. I will follow this one with interest.

6811956 unfortunately this man, has no dick.

6812303 I was a rouge who acquired too many chaotic stupid points in the process of one interrogation. I lost my head. and than my next PC, a mute ranger, nailed the guy, with a nail... long story.

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right??
RIGHT???

Oh man, I just hope you don´t plan on giving this story up anytime soon, this is good.
I started several good storys, but they are all very new, and some of them are usually slowly dying along the line. (Can I say it like that?, I would like some corrections, if I write something wrong, or get a saying wrong.)

Interesting idea, nice work so far.

I let my gaze drift across the horizon until I spotted a mountain in the far distance, and on its side I could just make out the spires of what could only be Canterlot. And since Ponyville lay in roughly the same direction I now had a path to follow.

Actually Ponyville lies to the northwest and west of the forest, while Canterlot is to the northeast. But this is your story and it seems pretty interesting.
I got to be like #505, i'm a Watchog.

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Morning wood. As big or small as he could want.

So he's swamp thing.

6823609 just think of a forest gaurdian

Hey, I was actually thinking of writing something like this.... ah well, THUMBS UP!

now when he talks i imagine treebeard from lord of the rings
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Is that you? My long lost brother?

Wait... No, no you're my cousin's brother...

I screamed. At least in my mind I did, for I was still unable to produce sound.

I have no mouth and I must scream.

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Now to some that may seem awfully apathetic, but I recon it was either shock

reckon* otherwise doesn't look like it's too bad of a read

if i was him i would have spent a few days smashing timber wolves.

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Not a whole lot happens in this chapter.

Oh really? So just after death, becoming some sort of spirit, forming yourself into a Treant, finding your own dead corpse, burying it in a makeshift tomb and finding your bearings towards the nearest civilisation isn't a whole lot?

Because thats pretty much what I looked like
Its extremely unsettling seeing yourself from the outside
From up here the everfree looked rather calm and peaceful
but I recon it was either shock or insanity or both at this point

1. That's.
2. It's.
3. Forgot to capitalise.
4. Reckon.

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ok, THAT was a good one

Harold, is that you?

Consciousness returned to me slowly. And with it came confusion. Shouldn't I be dead? Not to look a gift horse in the mouth but how in the world am I still here? I lay in the dark void for a time contemplating my situation before I tried to open my eyes, but they would not respond. Nor would my arms or my legs. I felt a surge of panic shoot through me. Was I paralyzed? Why can't I see, why can't I feel anything? What is going on? Come on eyes, open! I need to see. I need to see. I NEED TO SEE!

Portals: Still alive comes to mind while reading this!

My mind calmed, and my senses grew sharper. And suddenly a new feeling entered my senses. I felt the forest all around me with new intensity. I felt every broken branch, every leaf, every blade of grass. Every rock and pebble. I felt myself reaching out to them, like ethereal hands grasping. I focused on a nearby branch, I became intimately familiar with it. I felt every groove in the bark, every knob, every leaf still attached and every vein inside said leaves. And suddenly it moved. My ethereal hands grasped it and dragged it over to me. To what I have come to know as my core. I will explain about that later. I began to reach out further. Drawing in everything I could. Twigs, roots, branches, logs, leaves, moss, bark, mushrooms, even small rocks, everything! All of it came together in a writhing mass of green and brown. I felt myself sprouting roots, like tiny feelers snaking through the mass of detritus that was forming and surging around me.

Oh Sweet Celestia he's Dr Manhatten.

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Got damn it, we're on the same page.

Either or, I AM GROOT!

Talk about a blessing in disguise
If I died and got ressurected as a treant, I'd immidiately slap some wings on my back and start learning some nature magic!

Maybe command those timber wossies to face me head on for s rematch if I had the power to call them, like I'm sure he probably does...

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You know I probably would have just kicked them into submission. Works well enough on coyotes.

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Tuesdays, am I right?

I’d just like to helpfully point out that human eyes don’t see 180 degrees. It’s closer to 135 degrees. Though, some sources say that we can see vertically 180 degrees, I personally doubt that.

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I'm just gonna say this is a guess but I'm pretty sure we see less than 135° vertically I'm not sure though this is only a guess so dont quote me on it

Holy Shhhiiittt... Literally worst way to start in Equestria. Cant get worse... Literally died horrificly

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O fuck... Brilliant!
*Brohoof* 》》》 /)'(\ 《《《
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Plant Tentacels are fine to...
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Epic line.
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Strange Prioritys...
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Yeah... That Facepalm was skull crushing
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Clever
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Story of my life... It was a short one
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I personaly can even see from the conor of my eyes with some sharpness. Especially if i focus on it. My Eye test doctor was surprised.

I kind of wish he didn't know what MLP was, if only because it'd make his situation a lot more engaging.

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more like mourning wood