YC72909 wrote:

Uh, hello again!

Sorry, this is a bit late, but @_Fluffygamer told me that renaming the cloud variable will fix the issue. I tried it and surprisingly, it worked. If that doesn't work, I guess you can report it with the link I gave you before.

Hope this helps

Excited to try this out, I hope it works!

RecessFailsOffical wrote:

There's a BIG problem with the trending page. It's that a lot of the same users are on the trending page.

What's wrong with that? If a certain user consistently makes projects people like, and they get on trending, how is that Scratch's fault? It's the community's decision on what projects they choose to view, love and favorite, so why punish the creator?

RecessFailsOffical wrote:

Reply to this post, sincerely, and tell me that there isn't something wrong with trending right now based on the image.

I don't think there's a problem with the trending page (other than tag spam), if many people likes a project and it gets on trending, just because they happen to be from the same user often doesn't mean they shouldn't be allowed to get on trending.

RecessFailsOffical wrote:

The limit should be 5 projects trending per user, which might be a stretch by itself.

How would this even be determined? I'm on trending spot #1 in a very obscure search bar, does that mean I only have 4 spots left? Would this be for the #games, #art etc first pages or any page? Too ambiguous, with no clear area where it would count and wouldn't count. And again, what's wrong with being on trending multiple times?

RecessFailsOffical wrote:

The limit should also be 3 projects featured per user, but I am flexible with this because there isn't a problem with featured projects right now.

People rarely get featured twice, let alone 3 times. The featured system is fine as it is, and changing the featured system is rejected regardless.

The Official List of Rejected Suggestions wrote:

7.16 Change the types of projects to be featured
The Scratch Team has a list of types of projects they are looking to feature in the Propose Projects to be Featured studio. Such a list has existed for years, and the Scratch Team is happy with the kinds of projects they have been featuring. While some Scratchers are unhappy with the types of projects being featured, it is ultimately up to the Scratch Team to decide what to feature.

As others have stated, users will likely make alts or use alts to bypass this regardless, I see no provident reason to change the trending system as it is now.

it's not ‘stealing’. thats like saying that using images is stealing. the free sites only get money from the ads.the games are their so people go their and play. also crazygames credits scratch when it uses it.
Scratch is under a creative commons license for more info check out this site creative commons info

I noticed that sometimes the text inside the project might be placed at the wrong spot sometimes when using a different OS. Why is that?

I made a 1D platformer, and I need level ideas. Can some people remix and add levels or features

I made a 1D platformer: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/976283079/

Getting back into the classics… it’s time for a fan favorite! Head on over to google translate and switch up the lyrics of a song of your choice. Once they are completely different, and probably silly, write a 300 word story inspired by your new words! Then you can take home 200 points for your cabin and an extra 150 points will be added for providing proof

03/27 ✲ March 27th ✲ 464 words ✲ song: Insane Sometimes by Grace VanderWaal

translated version:
Get up and look at your watch.
I tried to look happy when you came out the door
But it was clear
I have to get all this out of my head
Just put on some music and close your eyes
Well, they call me “ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I'm calling it ``Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooa
Turn it over and I'll sing it out loud
And just close the world
See the colors
Feel it in my bones
Go, o-o-o
Look for the baby lizard
In my mind
Here we are, on this crazy journey
Here we are, in this crazy life
And oh-oh
Why don't you know?
We all get angry sometimes
It gets louder with every thought
Move down and the pictures come off the walls
The walls
The walls
So we turn it up and sing it loud
And just take the world
Find the colors
Listen to my bones
He goes, oh-oh
Look at the baby's nose
In my view
And let's go
And a waste of time
Here we are, on this crazy journey
Here we are, in this crazy life
And oh-oh
Why don't you know?
We all get angry sometimes
Don't you know? uh uh
Well, I was like, “Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
We all get angry sometimes
Look at the baby's nose
In my view
And let's go
And a waste of time
Here we are, on this crazy journey
Here we are, in this crazy life
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO effort
Why don't you know?
We all get angry sometimes
We all get angry sometimes
]

Auntie Lina leaves out the door with a swish of her pink dress behind my parents, leaving me with baby Eva.
Eva wails loudly the second Auntie shuts the door. “MAMA!!!”
I shut my eyes, willing Eva with my mind to not throw a tantrum. I can’t handle one of her tornado tantrums again. I didn’t even want to babysit Eva in the first place, but here we are.
“Eva. Eva - calm down,” I say gently.
She starts to wail even louder.
“EVA SOLOMON, BE QUIET!” I snap.
She shuts it immediately, shocked at my tone of voice. I grimace, realizing that I can’t scream at a baby. That was not good.
We all get angry sometimes, I say to myself.
After an hour of trying to get Eva to not chew things (THAT was a whole crazy journey) she settled with a few of her dolls. She’s not old enough to pronounce certain words and sounds, so she likes to call one of them “Ba” and the other “Boo”. I’ve been here at my cousin’s place long enough to recognize them all - Ba is the pink one, and Boo is the blue one. She’s taken a particular liking to Boo, because she sleeps with it every night.
Boo and Ba are princesses in the kingdom of who knows what, and I’m done doing that. I run to my room, shut the door, and exhale. I’m free. Thank goodness. I am so tired after school today…maybe a tiny nap wouldn’t hurt.
I sit down on my bed, put on my AirPods, and open up my favorite Spotify playlist after switching from my study one. I smile and relax. I don’t even realize I’ve fallen asleep, dreaming about lizards, until much later.

“OOO!”
“Wha - AAAAA!” I shriek, then see a baby’s nose in my view and big blue eyes. I exhale and make a giggling noise. That’s just Eva.
I blink. Was I just dreaming about lizards?
I think I was.
Eh. Not the weirdest thing I’ve ever dreamt up. Finding lizards in my head isn’t too surprising.
“Wes pway!!” Eva shouts at my face. “PWAYY!!!”
“You wanna play, Eva bear?” I say, slightly sleepily.
“Yesh, OOO! Hewe!”
Is she calling me Ooo? That’s new. I make a weird laugh-cough noise.
I look at the clock. I slept for an hour. An hour dreaming about lizards. I don’t think I’m okay.
“0 effowd!” she screams at me.
Excuse me?! I just spent four hours babysitting her, and she’s telling me I put in ZERO EFFORT?!
“EVA, BE QUIET!” I yell.
Then I remember she’s a baby. And that she has no idea what “effort” even means. (Auntie Lina probably said it at some point.)
Oops. I really need to stop doing that.

WeisWeis10 wrote:

How do i Make a Saving System for My Police Game?, Because i want it to save even when you go out of the game/Website and its still there when you join back i want to make a Skin Shop.

theres two ways to go about it,

save code:

add (join [(score)] (join [|] (join [(something else)] (join [|] [a third thing])))) to [list v]

(note: you may want to look into encrypting if you're going this route to make it less hackable)

then decrypting would go like this:

ask [input your save code:] and wait
split (answer) on [|]
set [ score] to (item ( 1) of [list split] :: list)
set [ something else] to (item ( 2) of [list split] :: list)
set [ a third thing] to (item ( 2) of [list split] :: list)

(you can get the split block by following this tutorial)


saving to the cloud: (you can only save for so long until you run out of space, and have to encrypt username and other data)

set [☁ savedData] to (join [(☁ savedData)] [(encrypted user data)])

ᴅ ᴀ ɪ ʟ ʏ : 27 / 03 / 2024
prompt:
google translate lyrics of Demons

Red scarred his fingertips, burnt them black. Ash clogged his throat, coated his hands. The birds sang as he pulled himself from the rubble.

Nails caked with dirt, the first thing Amir saw was a bleeding sun. Rays of scarlet seeping from a golden centre, sending forth shadows over the carnage, staining it all red and black. The colours of a joker.

Amir's muscles strained, cried out he stood. He wavered in the breeze, eyes blinded by the dying sunset. Then he was falling.

Red flashed as he hit the ground. Pain exploded across his vision.

The air was knocked out of him. He couldn't breathe.

Can't. Breathe.

Amir doubled over in the debris, coughing his lungs out. Tears leaked from parched eyes and rolled down blood-stained cheeks. His heart ricochet off his ribcage with every bout of coughing.

Every tear was revenge, every cough was agony.

Amir knew this pain had a name; it went by destiny.




All that happened, happened for a reason. Amir knew that, and the burn of anger in his chest seared.

Blood painted the sky, streaked in shades of despair, telling him of revenge. A time that he had expected, when the privileged would take their revenge for his happiness.

Now that his home lay in ruins at his feet, his family corpses beneath. Now that he was at his knees, begging, pleading.

Pleading to join them.

Destiny discarded him. He sat in the rubble, suffering but alive. He sat with death, a broken, bleeding man.

His blood stained the sand black.

'The worst have rotten blood,' they used to say.

And whose was rottener than theirs?




Amir scrutinised his hands; red scarred his fingertips, burnt them black.

His bleeding sun cast shadows across the ridges in his palm, the cuts along his arms. Now the sunlight was dying, and blood-red leaked to form night's canopy.

Light gave way to darkness, day died to bring forth night, and his family still lay amongst the rubble, their heartbeats silent.

He could very well hate those that had brought this fate upon him, their so-called destiny. The revenge that ate away their morals, their care for human life.

He could repay them with all that they had given him.

But he knew that anger burned red and scarred the heart black.

399 words

(I used the song “Lovefool,” by The Cardigans.)

ORIGINAL:
Love me love me
Say that you love me
Fool me fool me
Go on and fool me
Love me love me
Pretend that you love me
Leave me leave me
Just say that you need me

TRANSLATED:
fell in love with me
tell me you love me
debt
debt
fell in love with me
do you love me
let me go let me go
Say what you want to say

She fell in love with me on a moonlit night, when the two of us were all alone in the world. Somehow, we had both found our way to that isolated shore, together against the night sky. We supposed it must have been fate.
“Tell me you love me,” she begged, her shining eyes staring deep into my own.
“I love you,” I responded, hoping I meant it.
I owed her a debt now, for saying those words. I tried to be what she wanted me to be, tried to pretend that I felt what she wanted me to feel. I knew it was what I was supposed to do. The debt was my burden to carry.
She fell in love with me even more with every passing day. Yet my own actions felt ever more mechanical, passionless. It was difficult to be convincing, and eventually, she noticed. “Do you love me?” she questioned, worry creasing her forehead.
“Of course,” I answered, the lie slipping out as easily as it had at the beginning.
She fell silent, though I could see the conflict brewing behind her eyes. “Okay,” she said at long last, faking a smile and shrugging it off.
I smiled back, even though a part of me wished she would argue, would fight back. “Let me go, let me go,” the voice inside me chanted. I pushed it down. I had committed to this; I had to see it through.
I kept up the mirage for as long as I could, even though the cracks started to be clearer and cleaer. We didn’t get along. We never agreed. There was no passion in the way we looked at each other, only unspoken regrets.
I wish it could have been different.
“Just say what you want to say!” she pleaded.
But I had lived the lie for so long, I had forgotten how to say the truth.

Daily 3/27 || 387 words
Google Translated Burn the House Down by AJR

“What in the world are they doing??”
Gypsy shrugged at Crystal’s question, the sea dragon using a small spray bottle to cool herself off. “Well, they certainly are persistent.”
They looked at the row of old, rundown, now burning houses that had been occupying the area for quite some time. About thirty minutes ago, the group who had been here beforehand had left with all of the salvaged materials, and now Pacific, Flame, and Flamestarr were having the time of their lives setting the buildings on fire.
Flurry flew right past the pair of confused dragons, blasting frostbreath and yelling angrily at the arsonists. Flamestarr and Flurry started arguing over…whatever the heck they were doing, and eventually Pacific jotted down something on his animus scroll, the two dragon’s voices flickering out, which immediately ended their argument.
“Hah,” Crystal laughed, “hopefully this doesn’t turn into another ‘war’.” Gypsy nodded in agreement, remembering what had happened last time Pacific had prematurely ended an argument.
Crystal looked over her shoulder as Radiore bounded over, his best friend TJ right beside him, the two calling out for her attention. “Yes?” she asked, turning to face them, listening to a wild story about how while the two were waiting in a line for ice cream or something like that, TJ had had an out of body experience.
“Yeah right,” Gypsy said, rolling her eyes, getting a mildly rough nudge from Crystal, even though she didn’t particularly believe them either.
“Are you /sure/-?” she asked TJ, who looked a bit embarrassed, before Radiore stepped in front of him, standing up for his friend. “Awww,” Gypsy giggled, Radiore blushing and yelling “This is what friends normally do-!” before running off with TJ.
“They’re definitely hiding something,” Gypsy giggled, Crystal sighing as she turned to see Flame coming over. “Good news?” she asked, her mate huffing and gesturing to the burning houses behind them. “Well, we burned all the houses? And I’m ready to go lie in bed joyfully and gracefully.”
Gypsy couldn’t help but giggle as the other dragons returned, having been de-spelled. “I need a break while someone trains these two,” Flamestarr scoffed, gesturing a wing to Pacific and Flurry, Flurry looking sad and a bit scared about the burning houses.
Gypsy and Crystal shrugged, listening to their friends begin to bicker again.

ok I had a bit of trouble adding the rules and things but I managed to squeeze them in just about. I had to remove or reword a couple of things, nothing very big, but let me know if you have a problem with any of it.

the description is looking a lot more finished now all of the parts have come together! if there's anything you wanted to write though, you're still welcome to post it and I'll find a way to add it.

let me know what you think

I typed a poll link they say it is bad

Daily - 3/27/24
|| - Notes: The lyrics I translated were:

Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight, I throw myself into
And out of the red
Out of her head, she sang

And what I got after translation was:
Good morning
I was waiting for you here
Long wing
This evening I sat down
and I come out red
She sings off the top of her head

Song: Everlong by Foo Fighters

Word Count: 473


I absolutely hate surprise parties. I don’t really know why, I just don’t like getting embarrassed when people laugh at your startled face the moment they pop out behind the couch. It’s supposed to be funny, but I really don’t think so. It’s like a “happy birthday, we just embarrassed you in front of your friends and family” kind of thing. Well in my opinion anyway.
My friends really, really like it though. So when I picked up the phone on my birthday and answered with a peppy ‘good morning’, I could tell what they were planning due to the ridiculous, choked up laughing tone from the other side of the phone. I made a mental note to brace myself from any kind of scared reaction tonight.
They were wanting me to come over for a harmless hangout. If they really think I believe that, then they’ve definitely forgotten that I’m used to this kind of stuff. Last year and the year before that was horrible.
It made me feel a bit peculiar when they asked me what color I liked best over the phone. I answered red, thinking they were just going to decorate the cake with red or something.
They ended that call with a “We’re waiting for youuuu!”
Gosh, if they weren’t my buddies, then I would absolutely hate them. Despise them. Make them my mortal enemies.
I immediately started thinking of what torture they’d put me in on the walk to their house. I was nervous, because each year they’d come up with something unpredictable - I’ve gone through the same routine every time. One - stress out, two - stress out, three - stress out more, and repeat. It’s quite simple, honestly.
Not going to lie, it seemed sort of harmless when I stepped into the door. I immediately imagine a bucket of milk poured on my head or some contraption that would push me inside with a slap. By the way, that’s what they did two years before, and I have some bad memories about that…
“Happy birthday, Adrian!”
They weren’t behind couches. They were just there, holding a cake that I recognized was vanilla flavored. My friend Max was wearing loafers. Loafers are innocent. I didn’t approach it yet - they were probably going to shove it in my face, ahem, due to previous experiences.
Then I realized the cake wasn’t red.
I sat down on the couch as they lit the candle. They were going to sing that little birthday song, and I finally relaxed as I thought that it wasn’t so bad after all.
Until they pulled out the confetti poppers and the fan. Instead of confetti being in the poppers, there was red paint, and when the paint reached the fast-blowing fan, it spattered everywhere - on the walls, on the couch, in my face.
“Happy birthday to you…”


(this isn’t a true story i havent had a surprise party in my life)

daily for poetry - 331 words

original lyrics:
I'm really gonna miss you picking fights
And me falling for it, screaming that I'm right
And you would hide away and find your peace of mind
With some indie record that's much cooler than mine

translated:
I'll really miss you when you're fighting
I picked it up and shouted, sure.
and you seek inner peace in hiding
There are many people who are more independent than me.

“Why did you enroll in the military?” I shouted, picking up the acceptance letter. I didn’t expect an answer. I know it wasn’t going to be good enough anyways. Was there something wrong with me? Did he want to break up? But most importantly, why didn’t he tell me about it? We should’ve talked about it together.
“I… I didn’t.” Sounds like a lie to me.
“Look at this table. There’s a letter from the army. Do you want me to read it to you? Yeah, sure, no problem! Okay, let’s start with the beginning. “The motive of this letter is to inform the recipient, James Riley Welsh, of acceptance into the United States Armed Forces…” Do you even want me to continue?” I continued reading silently, scanning for answers.
“Hey. Listen to me. I can tell you everything-”
“No. I don’t want you to. I already know what you’re gonna say. “It was my parents! I was forced to!”” I exclaimed exasperatedly. “I don’t care though. You know why?”
That was the loudest silence I’d ever heard. He kept staring into nothing, or better said, into anything but me. Wishing he could hide, to find peace. Because that’s what I’m like. I’m dependent, clingy. I scare everyone off, I make them hide. And also, leave.

But still, I had no remorse. No regrets. “He deserves this,” I said to myself.
I took a deep breath to pronounce the words I knew he dreaded. The words even I dreaded. Only one sentence, but it was still the hardest thing to say.

“We’re done.” There, I said it. There was no turning back, no way to fix this now. Once again we stayed in an awkward silence.

James bit his lip. He gulped. Then looked deeply into my eyes, and in his gaze, I saw the look I saw when I fell in love with him.

“No matter what, I want you to know something. I’ll really miss you when I’m fighting.”

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MiddleSchoolMaddness wrote:

kingKASEtheGREATalt wrote:

MiddleSchoolMaddness wrote:

Thank you very much, This helped a whole bunch!

your welcome!

https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/990656020 here's my first sprite's result.

its unshared i think, its giving me an error

retry now

Amir perches on a beam high above the plaza, heart thundering wildly. Guards fan out below him, shouting wildly, swords flashing. They're looking for a young woman, he knows, one about his age, but he cannot be spotted either.

Carefully, Amir turns away from the plaza and drops silently to the opposite street.

Amir tucks his chin into his coat collar and sets off briskly down the pier. This late at night, the waxy light of the moon is hidden behind dark, heavy clouds, and the streetlights flicker dimly. Unless the guards look specifically for him, he's safe. All the same, he hurries down the waterfront, boots clicking rapidly on the cobblestones, towards the safety of the Peech Gulleey.

The black mouth of the Gulleey looms in front of him, and with one last glance down the waterfront, he slips into its back alleyways. It takes only moments for the silence of the world outside to fade away into the hushed, breakable tension of his world. He feels himself grin, almost despite himself.

The Gulleey, he reflects, is not one that most would characterize as safe. Gangs - some that he runs himself - rule the Gulleey, and no one king or authority reigns. Power shifts in the Gulleey as quickly as money can change hands. But for him, and those like him, and all those without a place, the Gulleey is the only place they are welcomed. As long as they can pick a lock or a pocket, run errands for gang lords, or even have a shred of street smarts, they are free.

And then, of course, there are the jaadugari.

The spiral of a minaret rises high above him, melting into the shadow of the night. Amir runs his fingers along the clay wall, boarded up with rickety wood. His hands snag on a rock, and soundlessly, half the wall disappears. He slips through it, and the clay appears again.

He feels like he hasn't been home in weeks.

“Isha?” he calls softly. He pushes through the small apartment, through the colorful hanging drapes Isha hung up to create a sense of multiple rooms and life.

She's right where she always is, leaning out the window, eyes alight and hands glowing with Shakt. Amir laughs, wrapping her arms around her waist. Isha spins around, eyes dimming. “Amir?” she breathes.

He smiles crookedly. “Hey, jaan.”

“Amir, gods!” She laughs breathlessly, running her hands over his face. “You said - you said you weren't going to be back for another few days, I thought?”

He shrugs. “I missed you.”

She quirks an eyebrow, and he laughs. “Okay, the guards were onto me - or who I was - but really.” His eyes rove her face hungrily, drunkenly. “I did miss you,” he whispers.

Thank you so much for you help!!! I figured it out. Another solution would be able to use a variable, which is what I did, but it's the same idea. Thanks so much again!!

when green flag clicked
if <<(foo) = [false]>> then 
  ...
else

end

March 27 Daily
302 words

google translated lyrics of Humming by Branches

Extend the handle and hold it with your fingers.
There is no faith.
Fill in the page with your own words.
This room is like an escape from the office.
he shouted, throwing up his hands.
The blue sky is full of laughter
My ears started talking and I lost everything
Now all the rain is in front of me.
I grabbed her lips and started kissing her.
Your breath is a beautiful song
He stepped in and took a deep breath
Payment is fast and cheap
We started breathing clouds through our mouths.
Make peace with the king! Make peace with the king!
The rain cleared our doubts
Make peace with the king! Make peace with the king!
Simple, simple, simple
The song “I'm afraid of the rain”.
Make peace with the king! Make peace with the king!
Yoon-deo learns to sing
Make peace with the king! Make peace with the king!
Simple, simple, simple

(gah this turned out more romantic than i usually write)

She turned her head to look at me and whispered, “I’m afraid of the rain.”
Laughing, I squeezed her hand and asked, “Why?”
She looked back out to the roof filled horizon. “I don’t want to get wet.”
We sat in silence as the storm clouds drew closer.
“Bad day to be sitting on the roof then,” I finally remarked.
She raised her eyebrows at me as thunder rumbled in the distance.
“Really bad day,” I corrected.
She huddled closer to me as we tried to swing our legs in sync, beat-up sneakers occasionally thumping on the siding of the house.
“What if we get wet?” she whispered.
A drop of rain hit my nose, and I grinned at her. “Then we better go inside.”
“Hmm.”
We watched the rain hit the roofs of the houses, little dark spots speckling the shingles and growing more frequent.
She turned to me. “I don’t want to go inside.”
It began to rain harder, and she squeezed my hand.
“If we go, then you have to leave.” She looked up at me with her big full moon eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Well, how about that?
I grinned and tugged off my jacket. “Then I’ll keep you dry.”
And as we huddled under the faded denim, she kissed me, shy and fast.
The percussion of thunder and raindrops filled my mind, and for a moment I couldn’t think. Finally, I whispered to her, grinning as the rain plastered her bangs to her forehead, “Are you afraid of getting wet now?”
She tilted her head, watching the rain touch the earth, the houses, the cars. “Not so much anymore.”
I smiled, and we sat there on the roof, sopping wet and roosted between the gable windows, content to watch the storm in its element.

March 27th, 2024 Daily

Song: darkest hour by BLÜ EYES


You are my family.
I'm not going anywhere.
When he turns the stone.
What do you want?

.
Eyes!
A watch is something that makes me happy.

.
The price of the world is people.
Press it to make a powder.
Even if the world ends
I don't want anything close to that.
Ah, hard times.
Ah, hard times.

. different]
Every day.
There are many types.
Oh, let me see your face.
I am sure.

.
The price of the world is people.
Press it to make a powder.
Even if the world ends
I don't want anything close to that.
Ah, hard times.
When collecting or *.


The boy begins to sink like a stone.
I know I will.
I don't want to look down.
Because you don't have to worry.
I will give you everything.
I know who you are.
Have a good idea


I am with you in your dark times.
When collecting or *.

“Hey!” I shout to the stranger on the street. He turns back quite quickly, looking suspiciously from me to the direction in which he was going. “You,” I say forcefully, marching right up to him — definitely invading his personal space — and tapping him right in the middle of the chest, “are my family. And I’m not going anywhere. Just so you know.”

The man sighs, shakes his head and mutters something unintelligible under his breath. I hear the word “crazy”, but nothing about the context.

As one last demonstration of power, I bring the carton of apple juice up to my lips and take a sip from the red plastic straw. “Don’t run,” I warn him, and then I turn away sharply on the edge of my heel.

***

The price of the world, as I have learned, is people. People are the only sacrifices that you can make in order to get what you want. Hence, I fling the boy into the river without remorse, knowing that the action is the only way to ensure that my sickness would be cured. The sickness from knowing that that family member I had just met earlier today didn’t care for me much, that he didn’t want me to stay. At least he didn’t leave me first, though, right?

The boy sinks much faster than I anticipated.

I’m reminded of that statue I have in the back room. What was that of, again? Or rather, who was that?


Ah, yes. That other family member. I didn’t like them. He didn’t like me. The feeling was, indeed, rather mutual. It only made sense for me to turn him into a stone.

I take a bit of the statue off — it takes surprisingly little force to break his marble fingers — and grind it in a mortar. Then all I’m left with is a nice, smooth powder. People powder! I pressed him into people powder!
~
Word count: 319 words

add [pizza, popcorn, and my views and my studio] to [a movie v]

RecessFailsOffical wrote:

petspez wrote:

This is actually a pretty good idea but per user is a bit extreme. People could easily create more accounts and abuse the system. What about one project on trending per week? Or two weeks. I don't see a problem with the featured limit though since people typically don't get featured a lot anyway.
probably a dupe but scratchdb is down

Check trending right now. Just click explore and go to games. Tell me what you think.

My point still stands. If the ST decided to limit the amount of times you can appear on trending, there will be World War III.

Hey! Can you please maybe have this studio featured? I think it's a really cool topic!
https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/34903847/

okay hmm lemme try sumthin here

when I receive [a view from my project v]
say [yay yyyyy] for (2) secs
go to [my project v]

leogames2016 wrote:

fire_alchemist wrote:

leogames2016 wrote:

It's no use!

sonic 06

Wrong!

sonic__fan wrote:

leogames2016 wrote:

It's no use!

Sonic the Hedgehog (2006), Silver's boss fight in Sonic's story (maybe Shadow's as well, but I never made it that far).

Wrong!
It's actually Naruto:Ultimate Ninja 2!

Technically, neither of us were wrong since that line also appears in Sonic 06, and that game is where the line became a meme.
so who in the world would guess a naruto game

MiddleSchoolMaddness wrote:

kingKASEtheGREATalt wrote:

MiddleSchoolMaddness wrote:

Thank you very much, This helped a whole bunch!

your welcome!

https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/990656020 here's my first sprite's result.

its unshared i think, its giving me an error

petspez wrote:

This is actually a pretty good idea but per user is a bit extreme. People could easily create more accounts and abuse the system. What about one project on trending per week? Or two weeks. I don't see a problem with the featured limit though since people typically don't get featured a lot anyway.
probably a dupe but scratchdb is down

Check trending right now. Just click explore and go to games. Tell me what you think. (and look at the users that are trending in #games)

WeisWeis10 wrote:

How do i Make a Saving System for My Police Game?, Because i want it to save even when you go out of the game/Website and its still there when you join back i want to make a Skin Shop.

Do you mean like a save code?

This is actually a pretty good idea but per user is a bit extreme. People could easily create more accounts and abuse the system. What about one project on trending per week? Or two weeks. I don't see a problem with the featured limit though since people typically don't get featured a lot anyway.
probably a dupe but scratchdb is down

moigam wrote:

MineTurte wrote:

Username: MineTurte/Juni-bug (2 mains/alts)
Position: general programmer
Why do you want to join us? I like helping people and actually using my skill for good uses. Oh and I would rather help people without having my inbox filled with forum updates.
How active will you be? 9/10 (Almost always during the week but not during any breaks or anything. Like summer/spring/winter breaks)
How skilled are you at the position you chose? 7/10 (5 years of experience)
Proof of work: (I suggest look through all of them as they show my wide range of skills)
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/980434381/
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/942005946/
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/962782386/
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/990144066
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/941476534/
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/929496052/
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/917692999/
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/915539769/
Notes (optional): I can make decentish music and also have about a year of experience with photoshop. Oh and I know JS, HTML, & CSS. I can also draw guns (@strxwberrymiIk ). I can make some really nice games without graphics just using lists.

Also I made a signature color gradient maker: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/982616867/

I will consider this tomorrow.

quadruple_door wrote:

!!! I wont be able to do much as i am on holiday for a week starting at friday! !!!

That's okay. Have fun on the holiday!

jaskeI wrote:

Responded, Sorry about how slow I am, currently in school.

It's okay, I understand that you may not be able to respond immediately.

evantparkes wrote:

Username:evantparkes
Position: UI programer.
Why do you want to join us?
How active will you be?
I am active too much on scratch way too much
How skilled are you at the position you chose?
I am pretty skilled.
Proof of work (if possible): I worked on the system for VIBES
Notes (optional):

Could you specifically tell me, what you did on the VIBES collab / project?

-HunnyBun- wrote:

moigam wrote:

We're desperately needing game designers, who will think about the lore, story and gameplay of games we will make!

I'd love to do that!

Okay, thank you for

Thanks!

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Coolsandbox wrote:

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champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

96498cb wrote:

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AzfarPogko wrote:

Pibby59 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

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Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

can we at least discuss what currency is the best

coin

thats too general

coin is the best currency

No gold is

you cant flip a chunk of gold though

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO FLIP THE COIN FOR!!??!?!

And gold is waaaaay more valuable than a coin

A coin is not even better than a dollar, the coin is $0.01 and the dollar is $1.00

The gold is like $72-$170 dollars I mean come one!

The coin is copper which rusts and gold doesn’t rust if it wasn’t rotton

So did you change your opinion?

a dollar wouldn't exist if coins didn't exist

No, because a coin isn't digital paper like money, a coin is harder than a dollar, and you'd still use a dollar as a coin

money isnt digital i can hold money in my hand

also i think they mean a dollar is made up of coins

yeah and the name of the currency “bitcoin”

Actually, bitcoins are better than coins, they are more expensive, they are golden coins, and they are shiny

$1=100c

Yes I know that the same currency but not the same resource

but still

It’s not what you care, it is what it is

coin came before dollars i think

Right, coins came in the 7th century BC
Dollars were first invented in 1792

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i made it the biggest one :o

MORE BIG!!!!!

y e s

also coins are best

YESSSSSSS

EVEN MORE

EVEN MORE BIG

EVEN MORE BIGGER WOOW

Okay let’s stop and start talking about scratchblocks

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OH MY GOD

OH MAH GAD

SuperSonicmario wrote:

Ryzen 9 7945HX3D, RTX 4090 Mobile, 64 GiB of RAM, 4 TB SSD.

Okay okay, no need to flex your specs

cactus-cacti wrote:

What are good specs for laptops?

A relevant CPU with at least four cores, 8-16 GB of RAM, and a 500GB-1TB SSD should be good for at least 3 years

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

96498cb wrote:

NamePending_ wrote:

AzfarPogko wrote:

Pibby59 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

can we at least discuss what currency is the best

coin

thats too general

coin is the best currency

No gold is

you cant flip a chunk of gold though

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO FLIP THE COIN FOR!!??!?!

And gold is waaaaay more valuable than a coin

A coin is not even better than a dollar, the coin is $0.01 and the dollar is $1.00

The gold is like $72-$170 dollars I mean come one!

The coin is copper which rusts and gold doesn’t rust if it wasn’t rotton

So did you change your opinion?

a dollar wouldn't exist if coins didn't exist

No, because a coin isn't digital paper like money, a coin is harder than a dollar, and you'd still use a dollar as a coin

money isnt digital i can hold money in my hand

also i think they mean a dollar is made up of coins

yeah and the name of the currency “bitcoin”

Actually, bitcoins are better than coins, they are more expensive, they are golden coins, and they are shiny

$1=100c

Yes I know that the same currency but not the same resource

but still

It’s not what you care, it is what it is

coin came before dollars i think

Right, coins came in the 7th century BC
Dollars were first invented in 1792

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i made it the biggest one :o

MORE BIG!!!!!

y e s

also coins are best

YESSSSSSS

EVEN MORE

EVEN MORE BIG

EVEN MORE BIGGER WOOW

Okay let’s stop and start talking about scratchblocks

no

Okay

oh

my

god

this

is

even

longer

than

i

can

imagine

ok

bigger

wow

now

this

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what

i

call

even

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Fine

OH MY GOD

BonnieTheBunny5000 wrote:

Why is it banned anyway? Just put an age limit!

forever
    
(alone)end

That's a rejected suggestion to add Age limits.

PO23456 wrote:

Warnings work

They don't, the project will get taken down either way because what's stopping people ignoring that.

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

96498cb wrote:

NamePending_ wrote:

AzfarPogko wrote:

Pibby59 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

can we at least discuss what currency is the best

coin

thats too general

coin is the best currency

No gold is

you cant flip a chunk of gold though

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO FLIP THE COIN FOR!!??!?!

And gold is waaaaay more valuable than a coin

A coin is not even better than a dollar, the coin is $0.01 and the dollar is $1.00

The gold is like $72-$170 dollars I mean come one!

The coin is copper which rusts and gold doesn’t rust if it wasn’t rotton

So did you change your opinion?

a dollar wouldn't exist if coins didn't exist

No, because a coin isn't digital paper like money, a coin is harder than a dollar, and you'd still use a dollar as a coin

money isnt digital i can hold money in my hand

also i think they mean a dollar is made up of coins

yeah and the name of the currency “bitcoin”

Actually, bitcoins are better than coins, they are more expensive, they are golden coins, and they are shiny

$1=100c

Yes I know that the same currency but not the same resource

but still

It’s not what you care, it is what it is

coin came before dollars i think

Right, coins came in the 7th century BC
Dollars were first invented in 1792

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i made it the biggest one :o

MORE BIG!!!!!

y e s

also coins are best

YESSSSSSS

EVEN MORE

EVEN MORE BIG

EVEN MORE BIGGER WOOW

Okay let’s stop and start talking about scratchblocks

no

Okay

oh

my

god

this

is

even

longer

than

i

can

imagine

ok

bigger

wow

now

this

is

what

i

call

even

BIGGER

Fine

As an aesthetic scratcher..


Me if favorites were removed:
AND NOW THE DAY BLEEDS
AND THE NIGHT FALLS
AND YOU’RE NOT HERE
TO GET ME THROUGH IT ALL
I LET MY GUARD DOWN
AND THEN YOU-

alright now in all seriousness, it is a thing that people use their favs to make their profile look aesthetic by fav’ing a set of projects with aesthetic thumbnails. So they can’t fav anything, so they use the heart to show appreciation for projects instead. That would make alot of people mad if the fav and love were merged.

Translated lyrics: You are only 16 years old / When people are naughty / So it makes us dislike each other. / Now they're gone. country cemetery

If there was anything Louise hated, it was the sound of Brandon’s voice.

“Louise, get out of my way!” Brandon yelled as he came plummeting down the dusty road. Louise rolled her eyes and stepped off to the side, just as Brandon barely missed her ankle. He swerved sharply and crashed to the ground, falling face first into the dirt. He groaned.

Louise sighed in annoyance and bent down to offer him a hand.

“What the hell were you doing?” she said as he took her hand and gingerly pulled himself up.

“Uh, riding my bike?”

“You could have been a lot more careful. You almost got me.”

Brandon glared. “Well, you could have gotten out of my way. Geez.” He dusted himself off, picked up his fallen bike, and, getting back on it, rode away down the road without a backward glance.

Louise watched him go, irritated. It wasn’t the first time Brandon had done something stupid. The other day at school, he and his friends had caught a lizard and hidden it in the teacher’s desk as a joke. They thought it was hilarious when she’d opened her desk and screamed to find the lizard sitting right in the middle of her papers.

To Louise, it was immature. They were sixteen, for God’s sake. They were supposed to be past that childish nonsense. Why couldn’t Brandon grow up a bit? He was always fooling around and never knew when to be serious. Louise had known him for three years and the sight of him still him got on her nerves. Everyone at school had long ago given up any hope of making them get along.

Louise sighed and continued walking home.

The next few weeks, Louise noticed that Brandon stopped coming to school. At first, it was so peaceful. No disruptions, no chaos, no noise. Louise thanked her lucky stars and thought nothing of it.

After ten days had gone by with no Brandon, though, Louise was curious. Why wasn’t he coming to school?

“Hey,” she asked Ryan, one of Brandon’s friends. “Do you know why Brandon hasn’t been here lately?”

Ryan looked at her in surprise. “His mom just died a few days ago. He’s gone to her funeral in the country. Why do you care? I thought you guys hated each other.” He turned away.

Louise stared after him, not knowing what to say. Guilt flooded her, and she tried to shake the feeling off. Why should she feel guilty? But it was like a giant stone had settled at the bottom of her stomach. She imagined Brandon standing at the foot of his mother’s gravestone, crying, and felt like crying herself.

I’m sorry, Brandon, thought Louise.

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Coolsandbox wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

96498cb wrote:

NamePending_ wrote:

AzfarPogko wrote:

Pibby59 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

igtnathan5 wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

Coolsandbox wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

champion_ofcloud-var wrote:

theapplesguy2-1 wrote:

can we at least discuss what currency is the best

coin

thats too general

coin is the best currency

No gold is

you cant flip a chunk of gold though

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO FLIP THE COIN FOR!!??!?!

And gold is waaaaay more valuable than a coin

A coin is not even better than a dollar, the coin is $0.01 and the dollar is $1.00

The gold is like $72-$170 dollars I mean come one!

The coin is copper which rusts and gold doesn’t rust if it wasn’t rotton

So did you change your opinion?

a dollar wouldn't exist if coins didn't exist

No, because a coin isn't digital paper like money, a coin is harder than a dollar, and you'd still use a dollar as a coin

money isnt digital i can hold money in my hand

also i think they mean a dollar is made up of coins

yeah and the name of the currency “bitcoin”

Actually, bitcoins are better than coins, they are more expensive, they are golden coins, and they are shiny

$1=100c

Yes I know that the same currency but not the same resource

but still

It’s not what you care, it is what it is

coin came before dollars i think

Right, coins came in the 7th century BC
Dollars were first invented in 1792

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i made it the biggest one :o

MORE BIG!!!!!

y e s

also coins are best

YESSSSSSS

EVEN MORE

EVEN MORE BIG

EVEN MORE BIGGER WOOW

Okay let’s stop and start talking about scratchblocks

no

Here is a study with some puzzles if you are interested - https://lichess.org/study/FYcWqN5E
More info (expected depth, etc.) will be posted later
Edit : Expected Depth added

Daily March 27

416 words
Lyrics:
You have something important.
I must meet you
I don't believe
I can change everything about myself.
You are not human.
cheated
I looked at the lost pages in the drunken light.
Let's start now.

'mirrorball' by taylor swift (translated 46 times)

I knew something was different about him. The second I read those pages, the ones that were never supposed to get to me, the ones that they tried to lose. I can barely breathe, my heart is pounding as I read the words over and over and over. I can’t believe it.
He thinks that I can change something about who I am, he believes that I am worth changing. He didn’t understand, no one ever could. I am alone, I have been alone, for as long as I can remember. I have learned to survive on my own, just as me, unchangeable, alone forever. I have no reason to believe his words are true, not if they are just ink on paper. You can’t tell the truth from lies on paper.
I have to meet him. I have to, if it’s possible, if he could fix everything about me, everything that made people hate me. Fear me. But he seems to take interest in me. Instead of me being a monster, I might be something worth saving.
He is truly something else, I can tell by reading these letters. He tried so many times, desperately, it seems, to get these to me. How cruel, I thought to myself, that they tried to keep them. Tried to make it impossible for me to change. They made it seem like I was the evil one, and I was, but they had a solution in front of them this whole time. And they hid my only way of rescue, of redemption.
I know he has something no one else does, some secret, something that would cause him to not fear me. Whatever he is, he is not human. No matter who they are, all humans fear me. I was human once. They believe I am no longer one, and I can’t say I disagree. I have lost the pleasure of being human years and years ago. But they have been hiding the only way I could become one again. They cheated, I think childishly, this was not a fair game. They wanted to make me the villain, forever. Too scared for anyone to see the error in their ways. That they weren’t the geniuses they claimed to be.
I inhale a sharp breath, readying myself for something, for the first time in years, I am feeling excited. I gather up the letters and shove them into my satchel, blowing out the lamplight. I have to start looking now.

daily twenty seven . song translation story . 495 words

love story : taylor swift
We were both young when we met.
I closed it and looked around.
here I am
A summer breeze was blowing from the balcony.
He was in charge of lighting, invitations and costumes.
be careful.
and health
I do not know
Romeo is drunk.
My father said: Leave Julia.
I called from the stairs.
He asked me not to go, but I did.
Romeo Take me where.
I am now awaiting the death penalty.
You will be a hero. I will be a princess.
It's a love story, yes
Then we met secretly in the hall.
We sat in silence. Because if you know, you will die.
Then he closed his eyes.
Stay away from your neighbors for a while.
You are Romeo and I am Rose.
My father said: Leave Julia.
But you are everything to me.
He asks: Go.
Romeo Take me where.
I am now awaiting the death penalty.
You will be a hero. I will be a princess.
It's a love story, yes
Romeo saved me and tried to express his feelings.
And true love is hard.
Do not be afraid, I will save you from evil.
It's a love story, yes
vice versa.
I'm tired of waiting
I want to know when you'll be back
I do not believe it.
Let's meet and talk about the city.
ROMEO Help me, I am alone.
I'm waiting for you, you're gone
I think about it and I don't know what to think.
He stood up and grabbed the ring.
He said: Marry Julia.
You don't have to be alone
I love you, that's all I know.
I want my father's clothes to be clean.
It's a love story, yes
This is great! good month
grow up

I stared at the brick walls in my bedroom. They said it wasn’t a prison, it was an elegant room. I shook my head in disappointment, looking around at the velvet bed sheets and gold framed picture frames. I’d trade this for freedom in a heartbeat. “I’m trapped in here until dinner with the next man you want me to marry, and until I say yes, you won’t let me leave,” I argued, fighting back tears. The guards closed the door in my face. “We’re just following orders.”
Later that night, I heard clinking sounds coming from outside. I peered out my window and noticed a man with a handful of pebbles. When he saw me, he dropped the tiny rocks and waved. “Juliet!” He called. “Come down!” I opened my window as much as the restraints would let me. “I can’t,” I answered. “They made sure I wouldn’t be able to fit through when they added these bars to my window.” He thought for a moment. “Fine. I’ll just come and get you!” “No! Romeo stop! They won’t let you through! They said so last time you tried. They hate you; apparently you’re not deserving of my love.” He shrugged it off. “Whatever.” He ran out of view.
I paced back and forth on the expensive fur rug on my bedroom floor.
20 minutes after, a very drunk Romeo showed up at my door, the guards laying on the ground with cups of wine spilt on their armor. “Just offered them a few drinks,” he explained, clearly a little loopy. I chuckled, leading him to the nearest exit. Seconds later, pounding footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. “Oh no,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Juliet, what are you doing with… him?” My father asked in disgust. “Meet me at the west hallway,” I whispered in Romeo’s ear. He ran away quickly, trying to get away from my furious parents. “Juliet!” I lowered my head. “You know you aren’t supposed to be with that outlaw.” “It’s love,” I whined. “Your idea of love is difficult,” Mother grumbled. I looked to my right, startled at the sound of nervous scuffling. “Romeo!” I seethed under my breath. He leaned up against the walls so no one could see him. “What was that?” Father asked, raising his eyebrow with suspicion. “Nothing,” I lied.
Suddenly, I felt Romeo’s arms around my waist as he sprinted towards me and swooped up into his arms. “I will always save you from evil,” he told me, a stupid smile on his face. “Stop right there!” Father demanded. He leapt out the open window at the end of the hall and we flew through the air, eventually landing on top of each other in a large bush. “Thank you,” I said. “How ‘bout we stay away from those neighbors for awhile,” he offered with a laugh, taking my hand and leading me through the woods to his cottage. “Indeed,” I giggled.

So most of this post is focused on trending, so… yeah.

There's a BIG problem with the trending page. It's that a lot of the same users are on the trending page that make the same type of generic games. I think these spots deserve attention to games that are actually good instead of projects that are generic. (also, this “wave spam” trend is really getting under my skin)

The limit should be 3 projects trending per user per 2 months.

The limit should also be 3 projects featured per user, but I am flexible with this because there isn't a problem with featured projects right now.

Trending has “healed” a little, but in general it's still hell.

And guess what?

They know it's for fame.




Edit: Got the image reuploaded with censors. Thanks to @Clippy-Cat for preserving the image.

How do i Make a Saving System for My Police Game?, Because i want it to save even when you go out of the game/Website and its still there when you join back i want to make a Skin Shop.

daily for march 27
434 words

In a world where everything seems to be falling apart, two friends, King and Queen, were able to create a bit of magic that brought joy to everyone around them. They performed their routine, “Dance the Night Away,” and the audience was in awe as they displayed their flawless movements and graceful gestures. As the audience watched, they realized that they were not just watching a dance routine, but rather a story of two individuals who danced together in perfect harmony and created memories that would last forever.

After their performance, the two friends looked at each other and smiled, knowing that they had just created something truly special. The audience went crazy, cheering and applauding their performance. They were able to forget about their troubles for a moment and just enjoy the moment.

As the night progressed, the two friends continued to perform their routines, making sure that everyone was having a great time and feeling happy. They were the kings and queens of the evening, and everyone looked to them for inspiration and happiness.

The next morning, when the two friends woke up, they realized that the magic they had created the night before was not just a one-time thing. They knew that they had discovered something special, something that would live on and bring happiness to everyone who watched them.

As the years went by, their routines became more and more popular, and as the decade drew to a close, they took a step back and looked at what they had created. They were proud of what they had accomplished and grateful for the magic they had brought into the world. Their routines were not just entertaining, but they also served as a reminder that there was still some good in the world, and that the power of magic and art could bring people together and create something truly beautiful.

The two friends knew that their routines would never be the same again, but they also realized that they had started something great. They had created a legacy that would never be forgotten, and they hoped that their art would continue to bring happiness and joy to people for years to come.

As they looked at the wall where their routines were written down, they realized that they were not just performing routines, they were making history. They were leaving a lasting legacy that would be a part of the decade they lived in, and they knew that the magic they created would last forever.

They looked at each other and smiled, knowing that they had created something special that would


song:long live
translate lyrics:
I said I remember now
behind the head
when we are shocked
The audience in the stands went crazy.
We are the king and queen.
and read our names
As you dance the night away, you learn about our lives.
will never be the same again
You stay afloat like a hero.
next to the history book
The decade is over.
But this is the beginning of an era.
Good luck on the wall!
May the light of heaven shine for you and for me.
“The magic we create will last forever,” I shouted.
and participate in all matters.
One day we will remember this

dragonstar4582 wrote:

-lCosl- wrote:

dragonstar4582 wrote:

I might like an OC

Alright then, you just have to describe it (using the form of course) and we'll create it.

I know I just want to see some examples of some OCs you've done before.

This shop hasn't completed any examples of OC's yet… there are some PFP's that basically look like an OC, but not a completed order that was under the name of an OC. -lCosl- has taken an OC order from @RKGaming47 so make sure to follow the topic to see what the results are! Then you can decide if you would like an OC from this shop.

copy + pasting from other posts go brrrr v4 (it is my post)

1. No jumpscares.
2. No gore.
3. No realistic weapons.
4. No blood.
5. Don't make any part of the project offensive or scary (including the backstory if there is one, or like a man killed children and here we are in a pizza place).
6. You can, but probably stay away from adding flashing lights.

Note: You can NOT evade these terms with a warning, Scratch is meant to be suitable for all ages.

MagicCoder330 wrote:

If a teacher has been inactive for over 6 months, the class is converted to a studio where the students are all curators and the teacher is the host. The student accounts are all converted to normal accounts, but the teacher is still a teacher who can create new classes.

Existing classes if this is implemented will have 6 months for their teacher to join back in before they are disbanded

I am not in a class myself, but this would make it so inactive, redundant classes are removed while the students can still interact with eachother and such.

Im pretty sure there is a problem or two with this, but I'm too lazy to dream them up.

Great idea! Support! I have seen many inactive classes, but like one active member, since most likely that class is over, but that one member still enjoyed scratch.

google translate daily


No Light (aka fever pitch)
Thank you for the answer. The Iron King sings about love. Young people, hate, etc.
Love is still a child If I'm happy in St. Louis. Street. Petersburg But I think it's cold
O Lord, he comes in my name. like rain in the mountains Although I'm burning alive
A young flame burns slowly like fire. It shines in our hearts. alone in the dark
I spent the summer outside in the mountains. Struggle His head was thrown behind the bush
Being a missionary was something he always dreamed of. I found the divine formula
I found the divine formula I'm cold Kill you Shoot me Perfect but close He can't stand the cold
I look forward to my class every day. I have a shop I collected the fruit and bought it
I'm waiting for you, but not where I'm going. My nose is before God Not from the cold
I do not know My soul perished in the seventh heaven. Leaving at sunset at eleven o'clock
It’s called the drought. Age Leaves blow in the wind.
When I was a kid I wanted to be a monk. I hope everything is OK. I want to sing a good song.
It’s a dream come true Yes, I know you won't run. like a shadow in the dark
lose it Continue the conversation I want to get to know you I do not know.
But I immediately agreed. I think I'll see you in a minute or two. Well, if you have time.
Change is a 4th or 5th. I think you can do it. I laughed after dinner.
Finally he collapsed under the table. I think that's me. That's why I think I'm here.
What do you have our brothers and sisters our brothers and sisters Cook over high heat.
i learned one thing i learned one thing I think this is a good thing.
Be with people who love you (thank the Lord) I have a fever now. Because of the cold.
Not really, but close. i am a strong person



“Alezeo, I can’t see.,” whined his little sister Miranda, but Alezeo didn’t care, he had climbed up on a box so that he could see out the window. The Iron King was out there, in their own little town of Petersburg. Still he was excited and he wanted her to see to so he picked her up and showed her out the window. “Do you see him with his big crown and the mask?” “Why does he wear a mask? I don’t like it.” He set her down. “Well, you don’t have to like it. I’m going to go down and see him.”
Miranda crossed her arms. “Mama said we have to stay inside. And you have to watch me.”
“Don’t play with fire and don’t play with sharp stuff and don’t put anything in your mouth until mama says it’s time for supper.” Alezeo grinned. “There see, you’re taken care of.” Alezeo had been waiting all his life to see the iron king, wise and noble, hero and ruler, a man who guided his people even in the worst of storms.
“I’m going to play with your toys!” she shouted as he peeked out of their home’s door to make sure the coast was clear. “Shush,” he hissed. “And you better not,” he added as he slipped out.
He’d thought the crowds had been loud even when he was inside but now it was insane, hundreds of voices layering over each other with drums beating and people cheering and shouting, trumpets played triumphant music. But that wasn’t right… “why isn’t the Iron King singing?” Alezeo asked a man he knew named Isaac. Isaac did not answer and so Alezeo had to tug on his sleeve and ask twice more before he finally got an answer. “They say he got a little sick and lost his voice, but he’ll be singing soon.” Alezeo was a little skeptical, but clearly they wanted to make sure there was no chaos. Still…why come to Petersburg for a procession with the iron king unable to sing, which Alezeo had always thought of as impossible. He nodded his thanks and then started pushing his way through the crowd, once having to hide behind a large old woman so his mother didn’t see him. At last he was at the front, staring mesmerized at the iron king in his chariot. The king ordered his charioteer to halt and looked down at Alezo. Alezeo couldn’t see the king’s face under his mask, but he hoped it was a good expression.
“Hello there, it’s nice to see the bright future of Petersburg.”
“Your majesty are you okay?”
The iron king laughed, booming and… like rocks were spilling out of him. That was odd. “What a sweet kid. I’m fine really.”
Alezeo nodded, suddenly tense. He’d heard the iron king on the radio, his laugh didn’t sound like that. But maybe that was just a trick of radios. Kiki’s dad had tried telling him about it once. And besides, how could somebody impersonate the iron king. He let his smile return. The king started to go past him, but then alezeo remembered he was losing his chance, his one chance to get out of this town where nobody had a flame in their hearts and everything was as slow moving and lacking energy and magic as ice. He pushed through the crowd. “You’re majesty! Your majesty! Wait…” he panted. “can…I….become one of your monks?”

(if I continued this alezeo would probably grow up and become a monk but like in DnD and he would go into a realm called the seventh heaven to try to save the real iron king and he'll get some found family i guess idrk and he'll fight the false king, but probably not realize he's a fake so quickly lmao. they will also learn the art of cooking

a warning will not do anything, a jumpscare warning won't change if it is bad. jumpscares are not allowed

Can I please join? I promise I will always try hard to ensure that the projects requested respect the community's guide lines. I also won't add projects that were to be requested, if made by the original creator. I will also try my very hardest to be active in the studio.

Please consider me as a curator.

With best wishes,

@DEC01R3