Green Forest is someone who would go above and beyond for their partner, someone who does more than the bare minimum and thinks out of the box to keep their relationship healthy. Ultimately superior to the green flag.
by yangyang'sleftfoot May 27, 2024
Get the green forestmug. 
Someone who destoys the Earth, for example, Someone who litters or someone who will Poloute the air.
by Fatty Patel December 9, 2007
Get the Forest dumpermug. Referred to as the best whiskey money can buy, Old Forester is a classic whiskey. Not only do the slight notes of vanilla and oak within the whiskey bring a smile to one’s face, but the overall affects of the whiskey are what make it special. People will often times find themselves cutting Old Forester with a large cube of ice, but after several glasses the taste overwhelms them and they can’t help but drink it straight. It is known that once an individual has drank several glasses, they unlock a new part of their brain.
“Dude did you see OJ won the spelling bee at the Ruckmoor? He got a free bottle of Old Forester and then proceeded to drink 5 glasses of it. He started speaking in tongues after the 5th glass!”
by The_Kernel…. March 18, 2025
Get the Old Forestermug. Forest Keepers, also known as Forest Giants, or simply Giants, are entities in Lethal Company. They are colossal and extremely quick, eating players they can get their hands on. They have great eyesight, but are incapable of hearing.
by smoogan January 3, 2024
Get the Forest Keepermug. Large area of pubic hair located amongst ones sack. The hair is particularly long and freshly perm pressed.
by Sackforestman December 23, 2016
Get the Sack forestmug. This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
by Wulfeck Son November 26, 2024
Get the The Wulfecks of the Black Forestmug.