Rey_venclaw wrote:

i think the code word should be personalized, i liked that idea. perhaps “a word that describes you”? or something?

yeah

I was worried for a second that this could bring about some inappropriate responses but then I remembered the community guidelines exist lol and people can always report comments if they seem too negative. so I think most people will be reasonable with their codewords

ShredCan wrote:

-Squiggle wrote:

these were last year's rules

- Follow the Scratch Community Guidelines (found here https://scratch.mit.edu/community_guidelines/) at all times

- Treat everyone with respect and kindness and avoid getting heated or angry, even if you disagree

- Nothing about us without us: Remember to listen to the perspective of actually autistic people when it comes to autism, we know ourselves best. Remember to be mindful of misinformation and misconceptions as you learn about autism.

- Don’t use the r-slur or other ableist language. Don’t insult, make fun of, or bully people for being autistic. Don’t say autism is bad, or that it should be punished or cured.

- Keep debates about self-diagnosis, Autism Speaks, and any other controversial autism-related topics out of this studio please.

- If a manager tells you to not do/say something or to disengage from a conversation or argument, you do so!

- The code word is representation

this is what I propose for this year's rules

- Always follow the Scratch Community Guidelines ( https://scratch.mit.edu/community_guidelines/ )

- Be kind and respectful to everyone you talk to. Avoid getting heated or angry, even if you disagree

- Nothing about us without us: Remember to listen to the perspective of actually autistic people when it comes to autism, we know ourselves best. Be mindful of misinformation and misconceptions as you learn about autism!

- Don't use the R-slur or other ableist language. Don't insult, make fun of, or bully people for being autistic. Don't say autism is bad, or that it should be cured or punished (this counts as ableism).

- Avoid debating here about self diagnosis, Autism Speaks, and any other controversial autism-related topics.

- If a manager tells you not to do/say something, or to disengage from a conversation or argument, you do so!

- The codeword is ___

I still don't know what the codeword should be, but I liked Sawyer's suggestion of it being something related to identity

I might edit this with changes as I think of them

i think the codeword should be “autism 4eva!”

xD that is an awesome codeword. to be honest I'm tempted to actually make it that just to see everyone comment it. a lot of codewords for studios are quite serious but this one is fun lol

job form
Username: unsullied123-rblx
Position: musician
Experience (Provide examples if possible): i've made music for 2 years.
storage os background music
storage os settings music
whatever this is
i can also do general sound design :3
How often you check Scratch: 10-12ish times a week (mostly during breaks and weekends)
Why should we hire you: uhhh uhh umm mhhmmm hmm
i dont use chrome music lab
Anything else:breakcore is 100% my strong suit but i can make other stuff aswell

i think the code word should be personalized, i liked that idea. perhaps “a word that describes you”? or something?

Your FPS counter should be working. On the Scratch website, you won't be able to make the FPS counter go higher than 30 since that's the framerate all the projects run at. If you want to try testing your FPS counter at higher framerates, you should share your project and port it into Turbowarp. Holding the alt key and pressing the green flag will switch the project to run at 60 FPS.

Anyway, if you want to try a different script that doesn't involve resetting the timer, you can use this:

when flag clicked
set [Previous v] to (0)
forever
 set [FPS v] to ((1)/((timer)-(Previous)))
 set [Previous v] to (timer)
end

What about Bishop? I think a time traveler would work well. I was also thinking we could add in Polaris as a side character.

fire_alchemist wrote:

darthcon wrote:

preshunk3 wrote:

sonic__fan wrote:

fire_alchemist wrote:

Say, I have never played colours, and I doubt I will ever be able, but let me ask you, do you remember the sonic x Zelda crossover? Was it good? Do you think it will ever happen again? Please tell me

That was Lost World, not Colors.

it was something
that's the only way I can describe it

If you're tryna play colours, I have Sonic Colours for my wii emulator. it's free and the emulator is called dolphin.

1. i am familiar with emulators yes, and ive tried dolphin… for mobile… and lets just say im not allowed to install stuff on any of the laptops, and dolphin didnt ran in my tablet full of roms,i tell ya, remember ff3 ds version? i installed a ds emulator, it ran with very unstable 5-15 fps, and let me tell ya i hardly saw a number higher than 12 in the fps amount.

2.i actually did not realised that the game that had the crossover i mention is actually lost wold… silly me.

3. i have a tablet full of emulators because i downloaded em in my original country, in latin america, wherepiracy is less punished or at least not really matterfull, the problem is that i moved to canada… where piracy is severely punished and very strict laws oppose it, and i have no money for a vpn, meaning that even if i could install the emulator and make the game run, it would be going against the law, and my delicate current inmigrational state would be endangered.

why (¡-¡)

I would say it's because roms use large amounts of data and using it on mobile isn't properly suitable.

War, I'm ready for war.
I told him no, but what if I could?
because the movie is not good
I said 100 things I wanted to say.
they arrived very quickly
I got off the train and went alone.
I haven't grown, I've grown a lot.
please let me hug you
I'm a friend
I stop
Who will leave my love?
But who are they?
Dark, I love your dark side
What if you were there?
He broke his nose angry
After that, I got tired of thinking about it for years.
When I wake up in the morning I walk like a ghost
The house is on fire but I don't see smoke.
All my heroes die alone
please let me hug you
I'm a friend
I stop
Does my boyfriend make me cry?
But who are they?
(I see)
they always look at me
they look at me
are clearly visible
you can go with me
are clearly visible
they look at me
I see
I see
every royal horse, every slave
I can't go back
Because all my enemies have become friends
please let me hug you
I'm a friend
I stop
Who will leave my love?
But who are they?
(I see)
Who is banned?
Who is banned?
Who is banned?
You can count on it
You can count on it
you
War, I'm ready for war.

There is a war coming soon, but I am ready for it.

But people keep telling me that I cannot go. And I told him that I wouldn’t go, but what if I was able to?


We were watching a movie.

I said 100 things, and he smiled every time. It was pure happiness.


The soldiers arrived very quickly to get him, and I let them take him.

I watched in the distance as he stood there as the train left.

I watched him as he left, and I got off the train I was taking to go back home, alone now.

Ever since he’s been gone, I haven’t grown at all, yet, I’ve grown so much.

I just don’t want to be alone anymore. Please, I want to hug you.

But nothing ever ends happy.

Who will leave my love alone?

My love did bad things during his time. His nose got broke, and he was angry.

But not angry; he was furious. And I never experienced it, and it was all a dream, but I was so scared.

When I woke up, the house was on fire, flames flickering everywhere.

Yet, I didn’t see any smoke.


I have a feeling that all my heroes will die alone.

The thought of him being away makes me cry. But it will be okay. (Or will it?)

When they look at me, who do they see? They always look at me.

But who do they see?

A mysterious figure? A person struck with grief?

But I see.

But I can’t go back.

I have to leave him.

You can count on it.

I can never face the dangers of war. I can never think about him and be scared for him. I can never think or feel anything related to him, because then I will cry.

And that is not okay.

So I am moving on.



(War still goes on).

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That's actually a great character. I don't know if he's main character material though… We could add him as a side character if I can find someone that can create a good design for him.

adding the credits, the description is nearly full, meaning there might not be space for the rules etc. when those are added. should I put the manager intros into a project and link the project in the desc and that way they can be full length rather than just name and pronouns?

Duckyplaying wrote:

move a  (My) steps :: motion

starlightsparker wrote:

Hi there! Please use Contact Us to share concerns about certain moderator actions, such as your project being taken down.

Thanks for your reply! I have already used the contact us form, this is the one that stated they may not be able to get back to me. Additionally, this does not appear to be the actions of a specific moderator, rather some sort of automated system.

Is there no other process to have my project restored?

Thanks

PresidentLoki00 wrote:

Loki and Deadpool are already involved with the TVA in the MCU. I was thinking of a Doctor Strange variant but he's just been in a lot of projects recently. Spider-Man is too well known in my opinion. We need someone who's obscure but well known by a general audience.

Yes, that’s what I was thinking too.

I just did some research, and guess who I found: Slapstick.

“While dressed as a clown, Steven Harmon entered an interdimensional portal inside a funhouse. Harmon's molecules stretched across thousands of dimensions, and his body became a mass of unstable molecules that essentially turned him into a living cartoon character. Slapstick was invincible and could manipulate his body in ways that defied the laws of physics. Much like Deadpool, Slapstick frequently broke the fourth wall. He has become a fan-favorite character”

Obscure, not too well known, but still popular, and has to do with multiverse stuff. What do you think?

This is a right triangle. The red line is called the hypotenuse. It is opposite from the right angle (90 degrees).



In a simple explanation, sine, cosine, and tangent are each a ratio of sides in a right triangle.

A helpful name to remember each ratio is with the abbreviation, SOH CAH TOA. We'll go through each one.

———

SOH (Sine)

SOH stands for Sine = Opposite/Hypotenuse.

The opposite is the side across from the angle. For example, in the picture above, the opposite of angle C is line AB.

The hypotenuse is the side across from the right angle. For example, in the picture above, the hypotenuse of the triangle is line AC.

So, sin C = AB/AC
Substituting the values from the triangle,
sin C = 3/5

———

CAH (Cosine)

CAH stands for Cosine = Adjacent/Hypotenuse.

The adjacent is the side next to the angle, not including the hypotenuse (the hypotenuse is described as the hypotenuse). For example, the adjacent of angle C is line BC, because it is next to angle C.

The hypotenuse is the side across from the right angle. For example, in the picture above, the hypotenuse of the triangle is line AC.

So, sin C = BC/AC
Substituting the values from the triangle,
cos C = 4/5

———

TOA (Tangent)

TOA stands for Tangent = Opposite/Adjacent.

The opposite is the side across from the angle. For example, in the picture above, the opposite of angle C is line AB.

The adjacent is the side next to the angle, not including the hypotenuse (the hypotenuse is described as the hypotenuse). For example, the adjacent of angle C is line BC, because it is next to angle C.

So, tan C = AB/BC
Substituting the values from the triangle,
tan C = 3/4

———

So what can you do with these? Let's look at an example trig problem:


For this example, we will be trying to solve for side AC. Let AC be x.

We will use tan to find it and plug in what we know.

tan() = opposite / adjacent

Plug in the numbers from the problem
tan(35) = 8 / x

Multiplying both sides by x, we get
x tan(35) = 8

Dividing both sides by tan(35), we get
x = 8/tan(35)

Now, put 8/tan(35) in a calculator.
The answer is approx. 11.42518405

———

Hope this helps. Again, this not an extensive explanation and doesn't really show how to use it on Scratch.

Edit: corrected “SOH stands for Sine = Opposite/Adjacent.” to “SOH stands for Sine = Opposite/Hypotenuse.”

sonic__fan wrote:

fire_alchemist wrote:

sonic__fan wrote:

Pretty good essay. Better than most I've made.
BUT WHY DID YOU PUT YOUR FULL NAME IN THE ESSAY
no im not quoting the whole essay

do you think ppl will dox me? bro, in my country whole names are of 4 names, the two i put there are my first name and my second last name, chill

That was a joke, I looked up your name myself and I found 10 people, none of whom could be you.

because they were white? cause for you to dox me you'd need to have access to information i have public already like my country, and besides im still a minor, and sharing your country and name is not really blameable right? cause is not like if i had left something like my parents name or a specific city.

did you liked the essay btw? or do you have any disagreement?

Somewhat related: Can a user reject the promotion to Scratcher status?

co0lcr34t10ns wrote:

I am putting a link to a song for a customer here because the link is too long to put in the comments of their profile.

Note: It's unfinished but I don't want to finish it without the customer's thoughts.

hey there; I kinda can’t reach the song. It directs me to Pandora’s Box main page but it doesn’t send me to the song. is there any way you can place it into scratch or some other site where I can access it? Thank you!

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

‣ yum yum yum it's a story stew gobble gobble gobble
‣ (yes, that is the intro. the whole thing. nothing can top this <33)

part one: outline
[ word count: 578 words ]

‣ ordinary world — describe an alternate venice, where as the citizens draw a delicate balance between the water and their buildings, and an enchanted hall of stained glass. portals in every shimmering window lead to cities throughout this world — and beyond.
‣ call to adventure — ginevra, our main character, notices that the waterline is creeping up, and not even the magic hall is immune to the flood. seeing as the hall is one of the last vestiges of magic left in the world, ginevra, or vera, as she's called, grows concerned.
‣ refusal of the call — vera trusts the authorities to handle things, as she believes she's not competent enough for such a task. when she's walking through the hall, she sees a jumble of letters, which she recognizes as a puzzle. she assembles a team for help to solve it.
‣ meeting the mentor — spurred on by her english professor, vera assembles a team: viola, her best friend, florence, another close friend, and renata, vera's rival in english who agrees to help her.
‣ crossing the threshold — they gather to solve the puzzle, a substitution cipher that leads them to the library. as they decipher the second puzzle, which is formed out of crossed-out letters in a book, they look outside and see that the water level has risen even more—water sloshes on the floor of the library.
‣ tests, allies, and enemies — vera, viola, florence, and renata solve the second puzzle but are unsure what to do next, as it instructs them to use the portals in the hall. viola refuses to help them, and the rest watch her go, knowing that she won't let herself be involved in something so untrustworthy. vera is tempted to give up as well, but renata tells her they have to finish everything and they run to the hall, where they find that the water is up to knee height.
‣ approach the inmost cave — with the solving of the final puzzle, the team takes the portal to paris, france, and find themselves at the top of the eiffel tower. they are amazed, especially as paris, like venice, has remaining magic, but they get to task, looking for — as stated in the riddle — “the universe's coins.”
‣ ordeal — when renata says the riddle again, trying to find what they're missing, she's confronted by their english professor, who is amazed they solved the puzzles, and disappointed with herself for not deceiving them better. realizing that their professor has been taking these last bits of magic as they see the paris lights flicker, they demand the answer. she storms away in a burst of magic, leaving behind a faint yellow glow.
‣ reward — vera realizes she understands — the “coins” are the stars, and as she grabs a last one from the sky, the portal flickers dangerously.
‣ road back — desperately, the group goes back to venice only to find the hall completely flooded. vera isn't quite sure what to do, but renata and florence figure it out — they throw that last star towards the chandelier, where it fills the hall with a brilliant light.
‣ resurrection — the water around them shimmers, before turning into a glittering glass sphere, which shatters, painting the world in shards of color. vera reflects that she's never seen anything so beautiful. as the shards fall, she sees her professor, who smiles cryptically before leaving.
‣ return to the ordinary world — vera, renata, and florence know there are more adventures to be had, but they return to the library, carrying pieces of stained glass for the newly opening museum of venice's history. as they leave the library, viola comes running up, saying she's found another puzzle.

part two: exposition
[ word count: 223 words ]

in venice, the water reigns.
as the first rays of sunlight brush the city, the canals twisting through everything lit up as the light hits them, letting the city shimmer with a new day. the sunbeams trace across the city, finally reaching the sala delle vetrae. the hall of stained glass — although perhaps a better description would have been the hall of magic. it is, after all, the last trace of it left in the city. each beautiful, magical window, with glass in colors so deep and rich they cast vibrant shadows, is a portal. a network of glimmering, magic-traced cities just like venice. a key to a different world — at least, not the one ginevra segreta lives in.
she rises and looks out her window, seeing the delle vetrae even from all the way across the city. she smiles, watching the city unfold; the water ripples with the addition of gondolas, the bridges begin to fill with people, and though she cannot see it, she is sure the magic was stirring.
she slips downstairs quickly, careful not to jump or leap too much. their house is built on another, which is built on another.
such is the way with venice — stunning, yes, but a shiver from sinking. magic-traced cities always have a price. vera's not about to pay this one.

part three: stewing
[ word count: 3091 words ]

i chose to incorporate a new character (they get introduced several times), a plot twist (professor ghazal's betrayal), foreshadowing (professor ghazal wishing her good luck), a new pov (renata's), and an epistolary element! (the first clue) enjoy <3
edits are with strikethroughs / have been underlined. i got a critique from the lovely poppy :)

vera heads downstairs, barely willing to tear her gaze away from the water as she eats breakfast and grabs her things for school. it may be simply paranoia, but she's noticed the water creeping up lately, lapping at the edges of sidewalks, just below where it would overflow. it's probably nothing, but she's heard people say that venice's balance could be knocked over with a feather.
it's definitely nothing, she reassures herself as she hops onto the waterbus and heads to school. besides, the city's known for flooding. i'm sure they have procedures in place.
as they pause at a busier intersection, vera stops poring through her book of sudoku and stares in fascination at the sala delle vetrae, studying each intricate stained-glass window. they're portals, every one of them, venice the hub of the few magic-traced cities that exist. she's amazed, but as she glances at the people walking nearby, she sees something troubling—there really is water lapping at the sidewalk, and as she feels the boat rock slightly with a passing wave, it sloshes, soaking several shoes and creeping dangerously close to the delle vetrae. vera shudders, unable to believe what she's seeing. if venice really is to meet its old enemy once again, not even their magical hall will be immune.
she smiles when she sees viola, her best friend, race onto the waterbus in a gloriously scattered heap. surely she'll know what to do.
after vera explains everything, “nothing,” is viola's immediate response.
“don't do anything,” she adds, just to make her point clear.“
”i thought—“ vera begins, but stops as they exit the waterbus and stumble onto the sidewalk, entering the school building.
”i know,“ viola cuts in. ”but you do know that there are people specifically equipped to handle this, do you not?“
”i do,“ vera agrees.
”then you know they will take care of everything if there is an everything to be taken care of,“ viola says, and her matter-of-fact method is immensely comforting.
”that's true,“ vera says slowly.
”don't obsess over it,“ viola tells her comfortingly. ”venice is, like, the tip of magic-traced cities. nothing's going to happen to it.“
”what would i do without you?" vera laughs, relieved.
━
vera wanders through the delle vetrae, wondering what she's even doing. she should be on the waterbus home, doing homework as she's supposed to, but she wants to come here. she does every once in a while, to clear her thoughts. just being in this magical place calms her, somehow.
sitting on a bench, she watches travelers racing through the portals, teleporting to paris, baghdad, san francisco. she knows that every city connected to the portals is magic traced, but knowing that feels different from seeing an emerald city through one door and clouds seeping from another.
she notices a portal with little lights floating out of it, almost like stars. the sign on the wall says that this is paris, and tacked below it is a sheet of paper. curious, vera picks it up and reads it.
code. completely indecipherable. she frowns.
she sees a couple police and wants to ask them about the mysterious note, but they brush past her without a blink.
if the authorities don't know about this…and there's only one note…it's up to me to crack the code.
well.
it's up to us, she amends. let's be real, i need a team for this.
only one question, of course. who?
━
“professor? professor ghazal?” vera asked shakily, waiting after class. viola gave her a questioning look, but she ignored it.
“yes, ginevra? how can i help you?”
“i was wondering if you knew of any students who are particularly skilled with puzzles,” vera answers, trying to look as innocent as possible. after some convicing, viola agreed to help her, but she'll need others for help, they both know it.
“puzzles? what for?”
“i wanted to start a group focused on solving difficult puzzles,” vera answers. it's not technically a lie.
“you wanted to start a puzzle-solving club?”
“kind of,” vera mutters.
“well then, why don't you just post an advertisement or poster in the hallways?”
vera bites her lip, hard. this is something she didn't anticipate.
“er…i want to make sure i'm on good terms with them,” she says weakly.
“what is this really about?”
vera bites her lip again, cutting it. "i found a…puzzle? coded letter? of sorts in the sala delle vetrae,“ she explains. ”i've been there quite a few times, and i've never noticed anything like it. and with the water…i thought to investigate.“
”i believe in you, ginevra,“ professor ghazal says, smiling. ”i know you can do it. now let's see…is viola piazza involved? i know she's a friend of yours. and florence agostini?“ vera nods. ”oh—do you know renata clemenza?“
vera sighs. yes, she knows renata clemenza. arrogant, quote-unquote popular, and infuriatingly talented at english. ”yes,“ she says curtly.
”she's quite good. you might want to ask the three of them for help.“ vera nods.
”thank you so much, professor ghazal. truly, i'm so indebted to you.“
”naturally,“ she replies. ”good luck!“
vera leaves, and professor ghazal sighs. ”good luck,“ she repeats. ”trust me, you'll need it."
━
{{ “hey, vera, viola,” florence says, smiling. they're gathered in the hallway between classes, as they have a free period since they have a free period, they've gathered in the hallway. no one uses it between classes, so it's safe for them to use. vera brought her copy of the letter—now all they need is renata. unfortunately, no renata appears.
“i knew she was bad news!” viola grumbles. “can we just ditch her?”
“no, you cannot,” renata snaps, sweeping in. vera narrows her eyes. she knew renata was a bit arrogant, but a dramatic entrance is over-the-top.
“hello, renata,” vera says, as deadpan as possible.
either renata doesn't catch her sarcasm or is ignoring it, because she replies, “hello, ginevra.”
vera bites her lip, frowning. “call me vera,” she says.
renata's lips twist a little. “call me ren,” she answers.
“okay,” viola says, breaking into their conversation, “we don't have time for nickname exchanges. you said you wanted our help in solving a puzzle?”
“yes,” vera agrees. “it's a letter—i think it's in some sort of substitution cipher.” she nods at the note, which only uses five digits. one, two, three, five, and seven.
renata and florence read it over, but viola doesn't bother—vera's shown it to her half a dozen times. “this is…odd,” florence says finally.
“what's odd about it?”
“it seems to be a box code,” renata says. “you know vaguely what that is?”
“five digits, twenty-five letters?”
“yes,” renata says, “and the letters should be something like this:”
renata grabs a random sheet of paper and draws a five-by-five grid. she writes the letters in the boxes and the numbers along the outside, then combines them, so a is eleven, b is twelve, c thirteen, d fifteen, and so on.“
vera starts translating the first line. it doesn't take long before she stops in confusion. ”this doesn't make sense. there are far too many as.“ it's true—the page is filled with elevens. none of it makes sense.
”this is the trick, isn't it?“ viola sighs, scanning the paper over and over. suddenly, her head jerks up in surprise. ”there's a mark here—more numbers.“
”oh great, just what we needed,“ florence says. she frowns, making sense of the old-fashioned script. ”thirteen, seventeen, nineteen. nine doesn't fit and it wouldn't make sense anyway.“
”wait!“ vera cries in surprise. ”two, three, five, seven, thirteen, seventeen, nineteen—all prime numbers! is one prime?“
”no,“ renata says, her mouth twisting into a smile again. ”but eleven is.“
”so it doesn't start with one—the sequence goes two three five seven eleven. one thousand eleven is z and twenty-two is a.“
renata nods. ”allow me," she says, scribbling a new grid. the four of them translate furiously, and soon they've got a riddle.


dear reader,

if you're reading this, i pray it is not too late. hopefully you decipher the clues; i wish you well, dear reader. yes, i said clues, and this is the first—after all, victory comes with a price. read the riddle, find the answers—or don't, and let venice perish. remember the topic.

stories higher then the empire state
where knowledge hap'ly populates..
come, come, one and all
to the second-best of venice's many halls.


“stories,” renata says. “and a hall. does venice have any skyscrapers? no, but then—”
“it's not like building stories,” viola says coolly. “it's stories, as in books. knowledge. we have to go to the library.”
“and look for a book?” renata demands. “surely it's more specific.”
vera taps another part of the message. “topic. it's a book on prime numbers. should we meet at the library after school?”
there are nods all around. “sure,” renata says. “not like i have anything better to do.”
━
“well,” vera says briskly. renata watches her as she lays down the original letter, the sheet of paper on which they decoded it, and a sheet listing at least fifty prime numbers. “let's get started, shall we?”
she smiles at viola, who appears rather nervous. renata frowns—she's always thought the two of them to be terribly close, florence more of a third wheel, but they seem somewhat separated today.
“yes, we've got to find the prime numbers section,” florence says, oblivious to the apparently growing tension. renata knows the others don't care for her much, so she ignores whatever's happening as she follows them down aisles of books. she peeps out a window, and sees that the water has totally flooded the sidewalk. people are trickling out—not yet a stream, or even a river, just a little drizzle of fleeing people.
they find the mathematics section and search for books on prime numbers. the first is inconclusive, as is the second, but with the third they find another note, written on the same paper and in the same handwriting as the first letter.

dear reader,
well done, you've solved the first puzzle. to solve the second, you're going to need a bit more than the library. go to the pinnacle of the city of lights to save everything.
bonne chance.

“what now?” viola asks tentatively. “how much does ‘farther’ mean?”
vera studies the letter, and it clicks. “the city of lights,” she says. "bonne chance is french. we need to take the portal to paris. renata raises an eyebrow, impressed with vera's knowledge.
“sounds right,” she says, trying to sound as intelligent as her rival.
"paris!“ viola shrieks. ”are you insane? the only way to get there is through—“
”sala delle vetrae,“ florence says. ”makes sense that that's what we need to save everything.“
”no. no. absolutely not. i supported you through this whole endeavour, vera, but this is too much. this is illegal! and—" she gestures to their shoes, which are coated lightly with water which are completely soaked. the water has risen around their shoes, just touching the tops of viola's sneakers, and it's clear she can't take any more.“—we need to evacuate. not stand around solving puzzles in a whole other country.”
florence gasps, confirming renata's suspicion that she knew nothing about this tension.
vera tries to appeal to viola. “please, viola—”
“i'm done.” viola's eyes are wild as she stares at the waterlogged floor. around them, librarians rush books to higher shelves, usher children to their parents. “did you hear me? i'm done!” she shakes her head and sprints out, water splashing all of them.
the three of them turn to each other, and for once, renata can't find the right words.
“what do we do?”
vera's eyes turn cold and hard, the way they do just before she gives the right answer in class under professor ghazal.
“we finish this.”
the three of them grab their things and sprint wildly for the delle vetrae, all too conscious of the rising waters.
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“alright,” renata says, water swirling around her ankles. they're the only people left—everyone else, save for the police force, is desperately evacuating. “i think we just step towards the window, and the portal will take us to paris.” she squares her shoulders and steps towards the window with an image of the eiffel tower, stars glittering around the delicate iron structure.
“is this safe?” florence asks. renata shakes her head, laughing. “legal?”
“no!” vera says cheerfully.
florence rolls her eyes. “let's just get this over with.”
together, they step into the portal. the world goes black, then white, then gold, and then iridescent. for a while, the only thing renata can see is dizzying, beautiful light. }}
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“we're…here,” renata says as she steps onto a balcony. “it's beautiful.”
“remind me how you're so good at english,” vera begins, which surprises her—to think she'd be joking with renata clemenza, of all people! and to think that she'd have ruined her friendship with viola piazza, she adds dismally. shaking her head, vera clears all of it from her mind.“
”there's supposed to be a clue here,“ renata says slowly.
”look!“ florence cries, pointing to the sky. little golden lights drift through the air, illuminating everything with their brilliance. ”paris is magic-traced, just like venice.“ the floating lights, vera realizes, are delicate captured stars.
”we don't have time for this,“ renata whispers. ”we have to find the last clue.“ it's cold, but she's right. carefully, they examine the bars of the ironwork, every inch of the balcony, and even the tiny room that appears to be a control center of some sort.
”i wonder what this is used for,“ florence muses.
”we don't have time for that,“ vera sighs. ”what is a floating star, anyway?“ around her, the air is filled with a hum of unintelligible french. in a way, it's somewhat comforting.
a voice in vera's familiar tongue slices through the chatter. ”how lucky it is that i have the answer to all of those questions.“
the three spin around in surprise. ”professor ghazal?“
their old teacher smiles. ”i'm impressed you solved the puzzles,“ she sighs. ”i should have made them more difficult.“
”you—you made them? why?“
professor ghazal sighs. ”why do you think? these magic-traced cities are dying anyway. it's time for new power, don't you agree?“ she flexes her hands, and vera realizes with horror that they're veined with gold.
”what is that?“ she asks shakily.
”magic. mine to command….and with each destruction, i'll have more and more.“ a dreamy smile comes over her face. ”i'll control the world.“
renata's eyes turn furious, the color of thunderstorms. ”no,“ she says bluntly. ”you won't.“
florence has something else to say. ”why would you leave us the puzzles, if you want everything to be ruined?“
professor ghazal's eyes lose their dreamy sheen. ”a promise,“ she spits. ”one that should never have been exacted. my sister, with her ‘dear reader’ and playful little jokes; she was trying to talk me out of it all along?“
”don't worry,“ vera says. ”we won't waste time with that. you're done.“
the woman just laughs. ”without your captured suns? i think not.“
”so that's the answer to the last clue?“ renata asks, as though she's solved something.
professor ghazal lifts an elegant shoulder. ”it is, but a lot of good it'll do you without actually knowing what it is.“
”but we do!“ vera cries exultantly. ”captures suns—the little floating stars! that's what we need!“ she reaches out, nearly overbalancing, and grabs one. ”this is it!“
”oh, no,“ the woman responds. ”this is definitely not ‘it.’“
turning from the traitor, the three race through the portal, one last time.
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as soon as they step through the light-filled world, the three are drenched, water swirling up to their waists.
”this is terrible!“ renata shouts over the water's roar.
”never mind that! we have to save everyone!“
”excellent point, as though i didn't already know that!“ she shouts back. florence huddles in a little ball, fiddling with a ring she's wearing. ”florence! any ideas?“
florence frowns. ”it's light for a reason! we just have to figure out what that reason is!“
”light…do you see any candles or something here?“
”no, just the chandelier!“ the chandelier drips with crystals, and as vera tilts her head back to examine it, the back of her head brushes water. it's rising at an alarming rate, and in a few seconds, they'll be dragged under.
”do we just throw it up there?“ vera demands.
”can't hurt to try!“ as one, they grab the thing and launch it towards the ceiling, where it hits the chandelier in a shower of sparks.
”now what?" vera asks desperately, but the others don't answer, they just watch. as vera begins to tread water, she wonders if she'll ever see viola again. obviously, their quote-unquote plan didn't work.
on the plus side, neither did professor ghazal's—i can't see how this is helping anyone, she reflects.
“wait!” renata gasps. “something's happening!”
water droplets begin to rise from the surface, floating towards the ceiling. they form a gigantic bubble, which grows bigger and bigger as more water floats upwards. vera can barely see through the stuff. the bubble grows and grows until the three stand on solid, dry land, not a puddle in sight.
“is it just me,” florence whispers, “or does that look extraordinarily like—”
"glass!“ vera screams, tackling them to the floor as the whole thing shatters. from between her fingers, vera can see shards of color everywhere, the whole world a fractured rainbow, and somewhere in between, a black sweater set…professor ghazal. before she can scream, her former mentor vanishes.
”well,“ renata says as the last pieces settle, burying them in a prickly snowdrift. ”am i glad that's over.“
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”this is so relaxing,“ renata observes, leaning against a bridge as the three of them watch a canal.
it's been six weeks since the shattering, as people are already calling it. no one knows exactly what happened, not even the details of vera's, renata's, and florence's involvement—they're simply three children in the wrong place at the wrong time.
still, it hasn't stopped them from gaining fame. a couple passersby stare at them from a gondola.
”it's practically a vacation,“ vera agrees. sure, professor ghazal got free, but experts in traced-magic have determined that her power is probably running low.
”i know,“ florence says. ”no adventures, no floods, no puz—“
viola comes running towards them, clutching something in her hand. she stands in front of them, heaving.
”what is it?“ vera says coldly.
”i—found—this—this—morning,“ viola chokes out. ”i—think—it's—a—code.“
the three look at each other knowingly. ”so much for a vacation," renata says.

I am trying to make an animation for the first time and was wondering if anyone was willing to give me a few tips! When i'm done, I will put a link in comments. Ty!!!!!

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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

BananaBarb wrote:

Let’s say you met some kind of magical Nintendo time traveler, what would be the one thing you would go back in time and change about Nintendo, wether it be not canceling a game, canceling a game, making a game closer to it’s original concept, scrapping a whole console, etc, etc.

I would stop them from selling Rareware. One of the best third-party developers that Nintendo ever hired is now a paperweight that is just lazily slouching on Microsoft's office desk.

Paddle2See wrote:

Right, an optional way to show blocked status is not rejected (yet), so far as I know.

Amazing, a suggestion having the badge of not rejected /hj

(Bump)

(I learned this last year so let's hope I can remember)

The main purpose of sine and cosine is to find unknown side lengths given some angle measure in degrees or radians (radians are a way to represent angles in terms of pi)

The outputs of sine and cosine usually fall on some spot on a unit circle, and can be used to form a triangle. The unit circle is split up into 4 quadrants like so:

2 | 1
——–
3 | 4

The output of sine gives the vertical length of the triangle and the output of cosine gives the horizontal length. For instance, the sine of 45 degrees and cosine of 45 degrees give 2√2, which should form a right triangle on the first quadrant

Sine and cosine (and tangent) can also be used to form repeating waves, which Scratchers use sometimes for cool effects

BananaBarb wrote:

Let’s say you met some kind of magical Nintendo time traveler, what would be the one thing you would go back in time and change about Nintendo, wether it be not canceling a game, canceling a game, making a game closer to it’s original concept, scrapping a whole console, etc, etc.

Not cancelling the 3D Yoshi game for the N64

MushroomMayhem wrote:

jloffen wrote:

jloffen wrote:

I BECOME EUROPE'S MOST WANTED BY STARTING A RESISTANCE?! (ALIEN MILITARY CALLED) (CRAZY MONK??) (GONE RIGHT??)

Hint: I've already mentioned this specific game like a billion times before

borderlands?

Nope, Never even mentioned borderlands before (until now)

Andrea could feel a world full of emotion far away. Where the dewdrops smiled while the embers danced. The earth would let out a great big yawn to let the world know it was there. The rolling prairies would be covered in light.
“Andrea, care to join the rest of the class?” Her teacher called out. Andrea was sucked out of her book and felt the cold touch of reality. She covered her face in embarrassment, the white board was laughing at her. She hated it, just a blank slate filled with words that made no sense to her. The class bell gave a shout as the class had come to an end. She sighed in relief and picked up her overweight bag. The bag was in taters and she wished to throw it away. But he’s felt empathy towards it, it seemed to be messed up and in need of care just like her.
The classroom leaked out the rest of the students. Andrea was caught in the rushing river of students. Their chatters, laughs, and tears seemed to overwhelm her. The world was sucked of its color with the students. Snatching it away from her reach. The blank empty hallway whispered at her. What a weirdo, she can’t even handle school it seemed to say. Andrea opened her locker and saw a splash of color. A book! She picked it up and the world whooshed back into color.
The scene seemed to change and she was once again, among the river of students. She inhaled for confidence and stepped into the cafeteria. It had too many bright colors, too many cackles, too many words. The lunch ladies served food of disaster, colored in disgust. The faces of the lunch ladies remained emotionless, it seemed the filter was set onto greyscale. Andrea got into line and closed her eyes. Any moment away from the world was worth it. She was submerged into the prairie in which she longed to stay in.
But the moment did not last. She was zapped once again by the lunch lady. She quickly grabbed a tray as the lunch lady dumped what may have been mashed potatoes or radioactive waste. Andrea slumped back to a table that was empty, except for the gum and food that covered the seats. She did not care for it was to bright to her. And unreal, she reached into her bag and pulled out the book. She opened the book and was submerged. Back into the place she belonged, she felt a tap on the shoulder and whipped around to see another girl. Dimmer than the rest of the room in a soothing way. She wore glasses and had her hair pulled back in a braid.
“May I sit here?” The girl asked, her tone of a sweet spring morning. Andrea nodded and the girl sat down. “My name is Emily, but you can call me Em.” She declared. Then looked over at her book. “Oh! Is that Robert frost?” Emily jumped for joy when she nodded.
“I love his poetry,” she said shyly, then the light changed, into one of comfort and joy. The cafeteria was too bright but she didn’t care for once. “My names Andrea.”

I just realized… I became an employee a little less than two months ago. And that was on page 16… look at which page we are at now…
I'm actually so mind blown/speechless right now…

True, this forum was only created this year… but still.

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EDIT: How come I don't have text next to my name in the Employee section?

⇾ Daily #27 (Google translate) ⚘

(you know I think this may be the daily where I stop trying to be poetic and I just embrace the chaos)

The first thing I notice as we begin our morning walk is how the dew sits lovingly on the grass blades.
He reaches into the picnic basket slung on his arm. “Scone?” he asks, his face lit up.
“Nah,” I say. “Not hungry.”
The light plays on his smile, looking like he has a thousand teeth rather than the usual 28 or so. He's a bit like a tooth himself sometimes- always shiny and biting.
We walk further. I started to get a little hungrier, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I felt a little disappointed in Past Self, who didn't accept the scone earlier.
We walk for years. Or, at least it felt like that. Maybe an hour in actuality.
I look at him and ponder on everything he is for a moment or two. He's at that age where he's serious in all things while also being hopelessly dramatic in them too. It's annoying, sometimes, but endearing as well.
We continue on, two souls, two bodies, walking in tandem.
“It's getting hotter,” he says. “Summer's coming.”
“You're right,” I say. “When we meet up again next week it'll be blazing probably.”
He completely ignores this comment and hops to another topic. “It smells like pesticide out here.” His nose wrinkles. “Let's go home.”
“We've barely gotten out here!” I complain.
“But then we could take a nap! I'm tired!” he yells.
“I'm not sleeping,” I said with determination.
“How come?”
“I… know nothing about the stars.”
“Hum, now what's that supposed to mean?”
I sigh. “It means I stay up all night trying to understand astrology.”
“Whatever,” he says, clearly annoyed. “You can still see stars in the morning when you aren't asleep.”
“Sometimes,” I say, “I can't tell if you're even awake on these walks.”
“I don't know, but it's good for the food, these walks,” he says. “It helps the meat cool slightly so we can eat it.”
The hours-long walk continues on. His hands are shaking as he holds the picnic basket for whatever reason, but he refuses to be careful and give it me. He sprinkles some of the water from a bottle onto the grass along the path, feeding the world. I think of how it was the same last week, this week, and it will be the same next week.
Suddenly, I stop dead in my tracks.
A demon stands before me.
“Is everything alright?”
With a shaking finger, I point at the cow before us.
“Jeez, just walk around it,” he says, grabbing my hand and yanking me away from the black-hearted villainous lump of living beef.
Once we avert that little (or not so little) crisis, he begins snacking on the pork.
“Stop,” I say. “We'll have none left.”
“But I like it!”
“Too bad!”
At this point, I'm starting to think he was right about going home. I'm absolutely exhausted and it's not getting any cooler.
He starts discussing his contract for his dorm room, how it's an annual thing (which he did not clarify what that meant) and how it was weird. I didn't listen until he started giving a philosophical discussion about how “we are all, at our cores, flowers waiting for rain in the desert”.
He switches topics again, talking about his student loan.
“If I call during the day, all they do is ask me what kind of loan I'm looking for!”
“How annoying,” I mumble half-heartedly. “Eat your lamb.”
“You know, what you just said vaguely reminds me of something Confucius once said…”
I lean against the grass and go to sleep.

⇾ 601 words ⚘

Critique for coco <3

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to be a villain
a writing competition entry
644 words

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have you ever known of what it is like to be a villain;
with blood-covered fingers
lurching stabs of guilt
and tearstained eyes
have you ever heard of the torment we have to go through;
fear etched upon our victim’s faces
with their swollen eyes
crying desperately
help me
help!
while we’re supposed to laugh
smile
and act like we’re enjoying ourselves
while in reality
we don’t.

First off - I love the premise of this piece, and the way you've chosen to display it certainly adds to the narrative.
I lost some of the formatting when I copied this over here - but I think a bold on “we don't” would enhance the impactfulness ^^
I'm not sure if this is an intentional choice for impact, but there are some instances where punctuation at the end of lines was missing. For example, “while we're supposed to laugh (comma) smile (comma) and act like we're enjoying ourselves (stop) while in reality (comma) we don't.
You've also mentioned eyes twice in the paragraph within a few lines - I know that they are referring to different people's eyes, but perhaps you could alter the first one?
for example:
”lurching stabs of guilt,
tearstains we are forced to hide." or something like that?

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have you ever heard the sound of blood;
dripping
dripping
dripping
a pool of grotesque red enlarging
filling my eyes
while we’re forced
to relentlessly use a knife, or a dagger
while watching the pain in their eyes
enlarge until the whispers slowly come out
and turn into rambles,
which slowly turn into screams;
horrible, rasping screams,
calling us out for being antagonists
for being a miscreant
for not working for the good side of the world
help me!
i wish i could.

I love this section - my only question would be if whispers were the first response to pain? This would make sense if it were an interrogation style situation perhaps where the victim was reluctant to give information - if this is the case maybe make it a little clearer? ^^

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have you ever seen the horror of bones snapping;
splintering into two broken halves
dark red covering your hands
everywhere you go
everywhere you tread
the skulls staring into your soul
my terrible, evil, vicious soul
bringing out the weak part of me
the part that wishes that i could be the hero
that i would be well-known
be a person to admire
be loved
you’re my idol!
five year olds might say as i walk past
but when i wake up
i know there’s no chance of it happening

Again just a few things with punctuation and grammar; “you're my idol” should come in the quotations, and there are a few “i”s which you've left uncaptialised but I assume that's for effect?

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have you ever felt their scars on your hands;
as you’re forced to repeatedly
stab
stab
stab
while inside you’re crying
your self contempt eating up your insides
growing larger and larger
punishing yourself
thinking
why can’t i ever be the hero?
why won’t i ever matter to someone?
as they pour their hearts out
tell me their story
tears spilling out of their eyes
stop!
please, please, stop!
and in the end
i know why i will never be valued

This is great! <3 I love the pacing in the section and the flow

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have you ever smelt the aura of powerful poison;
strong and thick, made with the blood and tears
of our dear enemies
while you pour it down their throats
and they choke and flail
trying to spit it out
while miserably, miserably failing
and as the liquid works
they scream in agony
no!
in pain
as their insides fill up with fire
their lungs stop functioning
and the fire in their eyes blows away
and you’re left holding a
cold,
lifeless body
wishing
wishing that you could just
…stop.

Only comment would be about the “miserably, miserably failing” line - I think the repetition probably isn't necessary here and disrupts the flow a little.
also, the lines
“they scream in agony
no!
in pain”
Could be rephrased for clarity to
“ the scream in agony, in pain,
no!”
or just omit pain entirely as it basically says the same thing twice.

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have you ever tasted the flavour of blood;
when you hesitate even for a
hour
minute
second
to kill-
to blow out the candle of life
-in a being
and your leader punishes you
cruelly
as the hope and sense in your mind shrivels up
and turns to ash,
and you keep on
stabbing
breaking
cutting
pouring
killing
extinguishing their lives,
and with it,
slowly
extinguishing your soul

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that’s how it feels like to be a villain-
no triumphant moments
no happiness
no joy
just sadness lingering in your heart
wondering
wondering
wondering
what were their lives like before i blew it out?
did they have happy children,
waiting for them to come back?
did they have loving parents,
sincerely doing the best for their child?
did they have caring friends
laughing and smiling with them?
and the dark thoughts whisper
you will never know
but as i hear their whispers of sadness
their cries for help
they encircle around
and form a thought in my head
a cloud with a silver lining
of hope
maybe, maybe one day
i’ll look at them
tears shining through their eyes
dark red blood covering their hands
and maybe one day
i’ll finally decide
to make a change
to inspire hope
i’ll look towards them, and-
-i’ll try.

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ahh I love this ending <3 Overall, I think your piece is very strong and there were just a few minor things with grammar and punctuation that could be fixed up. The premise was intriguing and well-executed, and the writing was fairly easy to understand and clear. One think I think you could focus on is the other iterations of a “vilian” who might not harm someone physically but perhaps mentally or in another way? I think there were a few instances where this material was quite dark, and you could consider rephrasing some of the gore/harm to reflect other “villains” in a way that makes the writing a little more scratch-appropriate <3 Otherwise - I loved the pice and you've done an amazing job

DisasterPug wrote:

I think there should be a following limit of about 1000 because
-Stop Follow-Everybody accounts
-Stop accounts that are following people for no reason because I saw someone who's following over 5000 people I'm not joking
-Have less F4F but it isn't completely banned

Why not just a ban on “i follow everyone” accs? Like chainmail, you see it, report it and they get a warning and the acc is deleted/deactived, instead of a follower limit. I’m following almost 1000 accs and I check in on almost all of them every 2 months or so. So im with you on everything but the follow limit.

Sorry, but this has been rejected by the scratch team for the following reasons:

The Official List of Rejected Suggestions wrote:

8.4 Show when users are banned
For privacy reasons, the Scratch Team does not share such account information with anyone other than the account owner. In particular, a banned user may not want to reveal the fact that they were banned to the public.

However, giving a Scratcher the option to publicly show if they are banned is NOT rejected; you can discuss it on this topic.

Please read The Official List of Rejected Suggestions before suggesting anything.

KokiKitsune2007 wrote:

I'm pretty sure Larsen is watching this forum. So be careful what you post! And yes, this forum can be seen on the front web, meaning you can probably easily find it.

Why would a grown man be looking at a Wii modding forum on a site made for kids? There's a 0.01% chance he's watching this forum.

(If you're wondering who I am, I'm @pizzapizza72. The ST muted me for TWELVE HOURS because I protested the extension safety rule.)

Belbiisawesome wrote:

Dear scratch team,
Always wondering what do you do and how do we become a part of the team if we want to just, wondering?




~Belbiisawesome~

agreed

February 14, 2024

Enigma_Ezra wrote:

(#123)
Expertise: Branding art: logos, intros, banners, thumbnails
Work Examples: Recent orders I made using my alt account— like this one that I did, my logo, my intro, my thumbnails and overall art on my profile.
Time Zone: Pacific
Other: Active on afternoon of weekdays

just-a-hriday wrote:

(#124)
Guys, I'm travelling until Monday and probably won't check anything here.

Enigma_Ezra, I'll look at your application when I get back.

Umm… I just realized I never got accepted to this shop or my application was completely forgotten…

If you put a forever on the stop block then you can never use a start block (if there was one)
That's all I know, I'll keep thinking as I'm wondering this as well

BananaBarb wrote:

Let’s say you met some kind of magical Nintendo time traveler, what would be the one thing you would go back in time and change about Nintendo, wether it be not canceling a game, canceling a game, making a game closer to it’s original concept, scrapping a whole console, etc, etc.

making nintendo not make their consoles embarrassingly underpowered

❧ 03/26/24 ○ Weekly Three ○ 1576 words total ○ 2500 points



❧ Part 1: Outline ○ 458 words total

• The inciting incident is when April, my main character, finds that her best friend, Grey, has been kidnapped. Grey doesn’t show up at school and when April goes to their house to check on them she finds their house ransacked. A single clue is left behind–a note with mysterious instructions for some sort of project. And that project seems to include Grey. (62 words)
  
  
• April does some internet searches with her two other friends, Max and Rhea, and finds that Grey has been kidnapped by BlueSuns, a giant, powerful company that is much more (and much eviller) than it seems… and also happens to be to corporation employing April’s dad and Rhea’s much older brother. They ask seemingly harmless questions to April’s dad and Rhea’s brother, gaining some information about the company. They make a breakthrough and discover a hidden dark side to the company, but that doesn’t go unnoticed. BlueSuns kidnaps April’s dad and Rhea’s brother and leaves a note asying they won’t make it out alive if the kids keep investigating. It scares them, but they don’t stop–they’re just much more careful. They keep making breakthroughs, and they devise a plan to rescue their family members and save Grey. But as everything’s coming together, one question remains: why did they kidnap Grey specifically? (151 words)
  
  
• They break into the corporation hq and split up. Rhea and Max go off to free the prisoners, and April goes to the central database, because she had some questions she wants answered. She gets to the database and searches for Grey. And what she finds is shocking. Grey is a runaway experiment that the company was working on. They were never meant to get a consciousness or get out, but they did. The company had been trying to track them down for years, because they were unstable and dangerous. Now April has to make a choice… should she warn her friends, or should she pretend she doesn’t know anything? The things in the file about what Grey is capable of is terrifying. If they’re free, thousands could die. But Grey is her friend. She doesn’t know what to do. (140 words)
  
  
• April texts her friends to let her handle Grey’s rescue and sprints off to find Grey. She finds them quickly and talks to them. Grey tells her the side of the story that the file didn’t tell, and she eventually decides to go with the original plan and frees them. (50 words)
  
  
• They expose BlueSuns’ illegal activities and the company is shut down. The company was officially shut down, and April herself was allowed to oversee and make sure everything is taken care of. Grey is a lot more open about their past now, and April erases the files on them so they don’t get taken again. (55 words)
  

❧ Part 2: Clues ○ 277 words total

Clue 1: A note is found in Grey’s trashed bedroom. It reads ‘Find E9437. Status- Alive. Very dangerous.’ additionally, in the bedroom there are scratches and blood. The scratches on the floor and walls are not really touched on because April is more intent on the note, but she can’t help but notice the blood. It’s fairly minimal, but it sparks tension and fear for Grey’s well-being. There’s a symbol on the note that belongs to BlueSuns. (77 words)

Clue 2: When she talks to her dad about BlueSun, he gets nervous and distracted when she presses for more information. He’s clearly hiding something. She goes through his office and finds some papers that imply some of the dark dealings the company really does. SHe takes it to the police, but it’s not enough to press charges. (58 words)

Clue 3: April, Rhea, and Max get Rhea’s older brother to tell them more about the company–and he tells almost everything thanks to some clever manipulation on Rhea’s part–including floor plan, master codes, and where Grey would be kept… but the company takes notice (Rhea’s brother was forced to tell them) and kidnap him and April’s dad. (57 words)

Clue 4: The company, in its haste to stomp out the trio’s efforts to get their friend back, makes a personal visit with them. They tell them that “It’s extremely important that you keep all you know about our operations under wraps for the sake of your family members… unless you want them to become experiments like your friend.” This seems like just a threat at the time, but it also reveals more about hte company’s real doings and imply’s Grey already being an experiment (85 words)



❧ Part 3: Partner interview ○ 250 words

I am rushing this so much otherwise I would have fancied this but you can find the interview here

i am so sorry again hhh



❧ Part 4: story part ○ 591 words


April sat at her computer in Grey’s trashed bedroom, furiously typing search after search. Max lay on the floor on his phone, and Rhea was peering over April’s shoulder, watching. All her searches were coming up with nothing.
“I don’t get it! I’m trying everything!”
Max sighed, flopping his head over so it was looking under the bed.
“Hey guys, there’s a camera under here, and I think it’s recording!”
“What?!”
April exclaimed, jumping up. Max pulls out the camera. It is indeed recording, and they carefully stop the recording and start it. Grey is standing there, and is silently holding up signs, making a video of some sort. They have to use signs because the microphone on their camera is broken. SUddenly the door flies open behind them and three people wearing turtle masks storm in. Grey dives out of the frame of the camera and there’s a struggle. Then the camera’s knocked under the bed, facing the wall.
“Who were those guys?”
April wondered,
“And why were they wearing turtle masks?”
“No idea,” Rhea sighs. “Can I try searching?”
“Go ahead,” April laughs, “I’m tired of not getting what I want in the search results anyway!”
They go back into silence, April watching Grey’s video over and over, trying to find a clue or…somehting. Anything! Suddenly, Rhea cries out,
“Got it!!”
“WHat?” APril exclaims, jumping up and rushing over. She looks at the screen.
“What?? BlueSuns?”
“Yes! Hear me out. We’ve been looking a thetis from teh wrong perspective. If you rotate this symbol, it’s a stamp of BlueSuns’ logo, except it’s a bit altered. I’ve seen this symbol on my brother’s ‘official’ paperwork. This one’s a little ruined, which is why I didn’t recognize it at first. It totally makes sense!”
“It makes no sense!” April protested, “Why would BlueSuns kidnap Grey?”
“I don’t know,” Rhea sighed, “But let’s find out.”
“But how?” Max asked. Rhea shrugged. “I don’t know! WHat do you think we should do?”
“I don’t even know what BlueSUns does! You guys are the ones with family in teh company!”
“OOOH YEAH!”
April yelled, and them flinched at how loud she’d been.
“Whoops. Sorry. But I had an idea!”
“I could tell,” Max deadpanned, “What is it?”
“Rhea and I have family in the company!” April exclaimed, “We could interview them subtly and they could maybe even help get Grey back!” Rhea clapped her hands. “It’s a plan. But first, we gotta agree on teh questions. I mean, we could go straight up to them an be like ‘hi is your company evil and why did they kidnap my bestie would you help us get them back’ but what if they’re on the evil side? What would we do then? We have to be more subtle, guys. We have to go up to them and ask questions like what they do, and why they do it, and is there anything especially interesting about it. Perthend we’re extra interested in it or something. April, you probe your dad first, then if that doesn’t work we can go after my brother. He’ll crack if I bug him enough. I don’t know what else to do, honestly. I don’t think we can just go up to the company and stop them.”
“Maybe we can,” APril said, “But I like that plan! I’ll pretend I’m interested in his job as a potential future career–because that’s what he’s always pressuring me to do; find a good future career. I’ll ask him tonight and get back to you guys tomorrow!”

-lxve-bug- wrote:

pup's thread (boy am i late :skull: )


AYYYY IM 100TH LMAO

314 words !! i wrote this in 10 minutes im sobbing

I’ve always enjoyed destruction. After all, destroying Applejack’s things has always been one of my favorite pastimes. Now I know someone out there is probably thinking, “but Rainbowdash! You’re one of the Mane 6! You’re a good pony.”
Well, kid, don’t believe the propaganda, okay? It’s what they want you to believe.
You see, I’ve never enjoyed friendship, or the ponies, or anything in general. From the moment I was born, it’s always been about speed and destruction for me. The ponies attempted to make friends with me, that much is true. I played along for a little while. After all, I’d never had friends as a kid. I thought it wasn’t too late to make friends. I thought, if I pretended hard enough, I’d feel friendship.
Unfortunately, that’s not how it works. Since I’ve never felt friendship before, I have no idea what it feels like, and that was no exception. Well, I may not have liked the ponies, but they certainly liked me. Oh, they practically begged me not to go when I told them I was leaving Ponyville. Of course, I wasn’t actually going anywhere other than my house, retreating to a life of solitude and scheming.
The Rainbow you know… well she’s very different from me. The Rainbow you all are familiar with is the Rainbow the Mane 5 wants you to believe exists. Unfortunately, she does not exist. Well, it’s fortunate for me.
I enjoy flying at top speed over the country, surveying the damage I’ve caused. Watching the ponies as they argue, knowing I caused it. Oh, the JOY I felt when they didn’t talk to Rarity for a solid week… that was one of the best weeks of my life, knowing that I finally drove a wall in between them. If I try hard enough, well, I might just be able to end each and every pony.

Hi I think it would be nice to know if a user is banned or just on hiatus! (I’m going to word the context like a Reddit AITBG story )

Context: My ex-friend (10,F) started to bully me (12,F) on here and now she has either left scratch, or is ignoring me and my friends trying to show her I apologized and a including project explaining what happened from my perspective and my true feelings behind everything that happened. Now I don’t know what to do, I never want to see or talk to her again, but I also want her to apologize and us to be friends again all at once.. This would be a lot less confusing and it would make me feel less torn if I knew she was banned or not. She might be on spring break so I’m going to give her another 2 weeks or so to contact me and stuff but that’s not why I’m here —

A feature that would show if a user is banned or not would be a great addition to scratch, like if a user is banned there would be a small red circle next to their name showing that the user has been banned, no circle means the user has not been banned. Please reply if you have any issues and/or if you support the idea

!!!! NOTE: this is not meant to humiliate any scratchers and will just be status indicator.

aahilahsan wrote:

fire_alchemist wrote:

Now ladies and gentlemen, I bring to you… my essay, don’t pay attention to punctuation flaws, I didn’t do this with an specific objective, I just had the idea at night and I literally didn’t sleep well because I had to wait to write it.

I know you are there, you are about to contradict me, go on… I will be waiting ): |


{there was an essay here, i swear}


What a pointless essay… oh well

Wow he actually did it.

Anyways, I just wanted to contradict because of the, “I know you are there, you are about to contradict me, go on… I will be waiting ):”, if speed is not the main focus of the games, then when the GUN truck follows you, or the end of Crysis City in Gens, must be also about physics. (Since core means it must be present throughout everything)

ok you are right, because i was focusing in classic sonic games, i should have clarified that im speaking classic snic level design, im sure that with that info you can distinguish the focus the essay takes. so, correcting, classic would be implicit in sonic core, in other words, the classic sonic core are physics. thnaks btw way i completly forgot i should have made that clear, i sometimes suppose ppl understand what im saying so i omitt certain detailsto not feel repetitive to myself. so now, with this clarification, do you agree?

birdracerthree wrote:

S_P_A_R_T wrote:

ArnoHu wrote:

Scratch Chess Engine Ranking (Scratch 3 Runtime)

Rank	Name		Elo	+	-	games	score	oppo.	draws
1	GoK		1713	160	124	25	100%	28	0%
2	Element		1542	210	246	6	33%	283	0%
3	Bonsai		1524	180	168	10	60%	125	0%
4	White Dove	1422	180	185	9	44%	122	0%
5	Archimedes	1400	167	165	10	50%	87	20%
6	HarleyK		1340	260	311	4	25%	184	0%
7	The Turk	1335	204	238	7	29%	128	0%
8	Shallow Blue	1331	204	204	5	50%	9	20%
9	Frenchgamerlol	1317	242	251	4	38%	51	25%
10	LowDoor		1315	220	228	5	40%	46	0%
11	Chip		1307	196	229	6	25%	96	17%
12	Scurious	1299	190	190	5	50%	-49	60%
13	Wolverine	1275	305	470	3	0%	231	0%
14	Pseudo		1271	331	479	2	0%	172	0%
15	U0		1237	342	481	2	0%	164	0%
16	Mystery		1185	273	402	3	0%	107	0%
17	Midecah		1136	253	410	4	0%	87	0%

Scratch Chess Engine Ranking (TurboWarp Runtime)

Rank	Name		Elo	+	-	games	score	oppo.	draws
1	GoK		2114	118	91	52	90%	59	4%
2	White Dove	1796	64	66	72	40%	184	17%
3	Element		1766	64	66	72	38%	172	15%
4	Bonsai		1649	156	144	11	59%	-53	27%
5	Thundershark	1543	146	163	12	25%	50	17%
6	Shallow Blue	1529	258	298	3	17%	69	33%
7	Scurious	1502	143	164	10	25%	-59	30%

Interesting stuff! I wonder how WD vs Bonsai games will go, especially considering that I've fixed a few S3 WD related issues.

We’ll see, but those WD 6.5 games against Element really lowered its rating (pre 6+7 WD didn’t have limited quiescence on S3 runtime, causing losing captures). I’m currently running some S3 runtime games right now. I think that some S3 vs Turbowarp games might help to adjust the ratings on GoK on S3

I will apply a sliding window approach. Over time and more games, I will age out older ones. GoK also has some draws in there which were caused by a regression.

Okay I have a couple questions to help finish up the technical and background stuff:

What length are we trying to have all of the audio clips be?
I can probably adjust the engine to handle lengths such as 1, 10, 100, and 1000 or 60, 600, etc.
But with longer audio lengths the wait time would be increased

Are we planning to mainly host music (that our musicians make), or are we trying to have quite a bit of talking/news segments?

How will the adverts be implemented?
Will they be pre-programmed in, or have one randomly selected during a break?

I think that scratch should add a feature that if someone is commenting on one of your studios, you would get a message that they commented, because right now, I couldn't get any messages from my studio unless they're replies

Let’s say you met some kind of magical Nintendo time traveler, what would be the one thing you would go back in time and change about Nintendo, wether it be not canceling a game, canceling a game, making a game closer to it’s original concept, scrapping a whole console, etc, etc.

cellmates wrote:

My sister's school accidentally blocked Google Classroom for a whole day once.

pfff

My project, AI Chatbot, of which I am very proud, has been unshared by the Scratch Team as it appears they believe that it contains a cloud chat function. I can say with 100% certainty that this project doesn’t have a cloud chat feature; it only allows you to chat with a list of prewritten responses the computer chooses by analysing what you said. In fact, the project doesn’t even contain any cloud lists or variables. This project was even on the front page under the curated section for a period of time, so if there was indeed an issue with my project, surely the Scratch Team would have noticed it then, not randomly take it down several years later.

I am no longer active on the website; this came to my attention when a younger family member who has started using the site tried to access my project and it wasn't there. As a result, I am not sure on how to proceed with an appeal to get my project restored. I have sent the Scratch Team a messsage, but they said they don't respond to every single one.

Any and all suggestions appreciated.

Project link (obviously doesn’t work): https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/228155796/

*EDIT*
I have just realised that many remixes of my project with minimal modifications are still up (such as https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/254096881/ and https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/254166689/), even though the bulk of the code remains unchanged. I am very confused.

Minecraft_Master3964 wrote:

684pika wrote:

MegaProgramGuy wrote:

chase_is_cool99 wrote:

general question for everyone: what's the song you're most proud of? Not neccasarily your best song, but the one you're the proudest of.

Mine's this, a song called Good Luck Bad Friends. I don't really like the tinniness of the drums, or the crowdedness it gets at the end, but it's probably the best melody and chord progression I've made to date. I'm starting work on remaking it in Jummbox with a B-section and better drums, so if you have any suggestions, please tell me

Aftermath
Almost a year old, but still my favorite

Now I gotta go write a song called After Geography.

gotta add that to my list of great quotes

lol it's a beatles joke
the rolling stones released “aftermath” and when the beatles were lookin for a new album title ringo suggested “after geography”

Daily #26
3/26/2024
307 words

The school buzzed with excitement, talk of the town's new superheroes spreading like wildfire, catching on rumors and gossip. The day is just beginning and Chloé loves the indirect praises she's receiving. Of course, she wasn't positively accepted by them all, some comments were tossed around about how young and incompetent these new heroes were. Chloé mentally scoffed; she'll learn and she's going to show them.
She walks in through the entrance, the familiar bustle of students around her. Her eyes fixate on the jet black pigtails that she detests.

Chloé glares at Marinette, who is nervously blabbering in front of Adrien. She turns away sharply, her ponytail flicking behind her. “Come on, Sabrina. Let's leave these losers,” she seethes, the sour image burnt into her brain.

It takes everything within her not to tell them all who she really is, that she's Ladybug.

The clicking of Sabrina's footsteps trail her as she storms into Ms. Bustier's classroom, plopping down into her seat.
“Uh, Ch-Chloé? Are you okay?” Sabrina stammers gently.
“Do I look okay?” she snaps, "It's Dupain-Cheng with Adrien again."
Sabrina nods in agreement, glancing around nervously as the room starts filling up.

Chloé tunes the others out, watching idly as her classmates come in one by one. Seriously, does Rose have to keep wearing that obnoxious bright pink? Chloé rolls her eyes.
What she wouldn't do to tell all of Paris who she was right now… The level of fame that she could achieve was so much bigger than just being the mayor's daughter. Her lips twitch upwards.
But Chloé also knew what this meant; Tikki had told her. It's a secret identity, and if she gave herself away, Hawkmoth could come after her. She didn't need another admirer to be coming after her. Not that she had many, but that's not the point!

Hello,
I selected a .gif file to set as my pfp, but it's only showing the first frame and not the animated GIF. Is there a way to fix this?