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starlightsparker
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im trying to make a multiplayer game put I want a username display who knows how?Hello! Please post your question here instead of replying to random topics. Thanks!
Rosho_Robotics
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hello scratchers! im trying to make a multiplayer game I want to make a username display but how?
Rosho_Robotics
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im trying to make a multiplayer game put I want a username display who knows how?
-SlingshotMain-
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banner coming soon ;) // if any moderator thinks the infinity symbols in the title will break something feel free to remove them
Welcome to the unofficial Regretevator topic!
Regretevator is a Roblox game created by yeuc_c and developed by The Axolotl Sun. With numerous floors and NPCs, the fun is infinite (probably because.. yknow. the elevator is infinite)!
Discuss here about the newest updates, post your art, ask for tips, and more! This will be updated later on.
(this topic is not a dupe!! and i actually checked this time!!)
Welcome to the unofficial Regretevator topic!
Regretevator is a Roblox game created by yeuc_c and developed by The Axolotl Sun. With numerous floors and NPCs, the fun is infinite (probably because.. yknow. the elevator is infinite)!
Discuss here about the newest updates, post your art, ask for tips, and more! This will be updated later on.
(this topic is not a dupe!! and i actually checked this time!!)
starlightsparker
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This is a duplicate topic. Move the discussion there to prevent clutter 
Mar 25, 2024 00:01:38
Scratch Empires 3 but it has a filter that makes it safer than other servers that have been up in the past and haven't had any issues
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St_Pupcake
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Read this! It’s urgent!
shark murdered my in my own city THREE TIMES today!
He also refused to give me all my stuff back, and I currently don’t know if he is murdering my dogs or not.
I am infuriated. He has literally broken the rules of his own server. He also said that he was under the orders of Odessa
I think they should both have a temporary ban, and this is distasteful.
Pls someone fix this
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I let him know that he was breaking the rules, and he ignored me
Also, if this means anything, this is practically bullying. He, a player with full netherite, repeatedly murdered a player that doesn’t even have full diamond.
Btw he killed me a fourth time in between posting and this edit
shark murdered my in my own city THREE TIMES today!
He also refused to give me all my stuff back, and I currently don’t know if he is murdering my dogs or not.
I am infuriated. He has literally broken the rules of his own server. He also said that he was under the orders of Odessa
I think they should both have a temporary ban, and this is distasteful.
Pls someone fix this
Edit:
I let him know that he was breaking the rules, and he ignored me
Also, if this means anything, this is practically bullying. He, a player with full netherite, repeatedly murdered a player that doesn’t even have full diamond.
Btw he killed me a fourth time in between posting and this edit
Nimbus-2007
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I'm trying to upload a file from my computer, but when I press the “load from computer” button under the file tab, nothing happens. There's no pop-up asking what file I want to choose, no lag, no nothing. It's as if I never touched it. Also, my project won't save at all. I've tried reloading, logging back in, saving it, but I can't re-upload it since it won't let me. What's going on?
scrachorguy
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if you hate being a new scratcher
look at this!
look at this!
when green flag clicked
become a scratcher
BigNate469
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1. Update the forum block color pallet to reflect Scratch 3.0 color scheme (sorry Scratch 2.0)
2. Switch between the accessible and original Scratch 3.0 color pallets based off the user's settings
Honestly, I have no clue how hard this would be to implement for the Scratch Team. I don't think it's a duplicate, but I don't know. However. The ST changed the default color pallet in the editor for a reason- to make it more accessible for those with color blindness. I don't see a reason why this shouldn't carry over to the forums. I am aware of the fact that many scratchers like the Scratch 2.0 style of blocks, but they do confuse people (especially new scratchers) from time to time, and they should really be updated.
2. Switch between the accessible and original Scratch 3.0 color pallets based off the user's settings
Honestly, I have no clue how hard this would be to implement for the Scratch Team. I don't think it's a duplicate, but I don't know. However. The ST changed the default color pallet in the editor for a reason- to make it more accessible for those with color blindness. I don't see a reason why this shouldn't carry over to the forums. I am aware of the fact that many scratchers like the Scratch 2.0 style of blocks, but they do confuse people (especially new scratchers) from time to time, and they should really be updated.
abubriski
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What this person means is that if you have this code:Actually, I agreeHAT BLOCK OMG WOW :: control :: hatThen you can drag it on top of:
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} :: operatorsNORMAL BLOCK OMG WOW :: looksAnyways, no support, there isn't really a point and it would simply take up the Scratch Team's resources.
Mar 24, 2024 23:59:23
❧ The Dragon's Den: Skyler's SWC Writing Thread
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❧ 03/24/24 ○ Hobbit-Hole Daily ○ 434 words ○ 500 points
This is SUPER rushed (did it in 14 minutes!), so please excuse all horrible spelling errors :sob:
My hobbit hole is big and roomy, with not much furniture nd plenty of floorspace. You enter into a large room with tall ceilings and wooden floors, with carpets on the floor and lots of storage on the walls. The towering ceilings (it’s a big hill) have lots of lanters on them, and other lanterns hang around the space, giving it an overall bright and warm feel. After the first room there’s a hallway and lots of doors leading off of it, and the first of those doors leads to a sitting area. A fireplace burns merrily and there’s lots of comfy couches and chairs scattered around, and rugs on the floor. SHelves cover the walls, and it’s overall very cozy. The next room is the kitchen. It’s huge, with tons of cabinetry and countertops. The cabinets are wooden, dark red wood to be exact, and the counters are quartz. Lots of different cooking tools are scattered across the counters and in the cabinets, which are also stocked with foods. Most of the things are heavily used, and there’s a pile of dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned. A cookbook shelf is on the wall, and it contains lots of this cookbooks with lots of bookmarks sticking out of a ton of different pages. The pages themselves are stained and well-worn, and there’s quite a few scribbles in the margins with notes and addons. There’s a hidden staircase behind one of the cabinets that goes down to a celler, which is cool and dark. Here, cheese is being made and mushrooms are being grown, hte mushrooms hanging in large bags from the ceiling and the cheese sitting on delicately carved wooden shelves.
Next is a dining room, which has a huge wooden table and lots of chairs surrounding it. ANother fireplace is here, as well as some shelves with cool decorative knicknacks that are usually the subjects of many conversations. Among them are a candle, a scroll, a bag of gold coins, a polished key with some glowing purple substance on it, a picture of a goblin, a laser, and a ruined map.
The next room is a game room. Board games (traditional and handmade) fill the shelves on the wall, and there’s a huge table in the middle with lots of room to play games with large groups, and smaller tables are to the side for smaller groups. Several of these are covered with puzzles.
Deeper in the hobbit-hole is bedrooms, offices, and art rooms, and also many secret passageways, but I’m of course not going to give away all my secrets… ;D
“It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…” To honour Tolkien Reading Day tomorrow, let's take a breather to really fall into Middle EarthHobbit-holes, our heroes' lovely underground homes, have come to be a fixture of Tolkien's cultural impact. Describe what your own personal hobbit hole might look like - the ambiance, the bookshelves, the secret passageways in your cellar; include details! 400 words for 400 points, and an extra 100 points for providing proof.
Hobbit-holes, our heroes' lovely underground homes, have come to be a fixture of Tolkien's cultural impact. Describe what your own personal hobbit hole might look like - the ambiance, the bookshelves, the secret passageways in your cellar; include details! 400 words for 400 points, and an extra 100 points for providing proof.⊱ ━━━━⋅ ❦ ⋅━━━━ ⊰
This is SUPER rushed (did it in 14 minutes!), so please excuse all horrible spelling errors :sob:
⊱ ━━━━⋅ ❦ ⋅━━━━ ⊰
My hobbit hole is big and roomy, with not much furniture nd plenty of floorspace. You enter into a large room with tall ceilings and wooden floors, with carpets on the floor and lots of storage on the walls. The towering ceilings (it’s a big hill) have lots of lanters on them, and other lanterns hang around the space, giving it an overall bright and warm feel. After the first room there’s a hallway and lots of doors leading off of it, and the first of those doors leads to a sitting area. A fireplace burns merrily and there’s lots of comfy couches and chairs scattered around, and rugs on the floor. SHelves cover the walls, and it’s overall very cozy. The next room is the kitchen. It’s huge, with tons of cabinetry and countertops. The cabinets are wooden, dark red wood to be exact, and the counters are quartz. Lots of different cooking tools are scattered across the counters and in the cabinets, which are also stocked with foods. Most of the things are heavily used, and there’s a pile of dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned. A cookbook shelf is on the wall, and it contains lots of this cookbooks with lots of bookmarks sticking out of a ton of different pages. The pages themselves are stained and well-worn, and there’s quite a few scribbles in the margins with notes and addons. There’s a hidden staircase behind one of the cabinets that goes down to a celler, which is cool and dark. Here, cheese is being made and mushrooms are being grown, hte mushrooms hanging in large bags from the ceiling and the cheese sitting on delicately carved wooden shelves.
Next is a dining room, which has a huge wooden table and lots of chairs surrounding it. ANother fireplace is here, as well as some shelves with cool decorative knicknacks that are usually the subjects of many conversations. Among them are a candle, a scroll, a bag of gold coins, a polished key with some glowing purple substance on it, a picture of a goblin, a laser, and a ruined map.
The next room is a game room. Board games (traditional and handmade) fill the shelves on the wall, and there’s a huge table in the middle with lots of room to play games with large groups, and smaller tables are to the side for smaller groups. Several of these are covered with puzzles.
Deeper in the hobbit-hole is bedrooms, offices, and art rooms, and also many secret passageways, but I’m of course not going to give away all my secrets… ;D
--asdfghjkl
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march 24th - “It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…” To honour Tolkien Reading Day tomorrow, let's take a breather to really fall into Middle Earth ;) Hobbit-holes, our heroes' lovely underground homes, have come to be a fixture of Tolkien's cultural impact. Describe what your own personal hobbit hole might look like - the ambiance, the bookshelves, the secret passageways in your cellar; include details! 400 words for 400 points, and an extra 100 points for providing proof.
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It was the dead of night. A mysteriously cloaked somebody bounded delicately and silently among the thick woods. They were carrying a large package. Their small, feminine figure stopped upon a clearing, the moonlight beaming though the tree branches. They looked around, then slowly took their hood off. Locks of shiny brown hair tumbled down their shoulders. Their face was concentrated and grim. They quickly set down their package and rolled a rather large boulder aside. Underneath it was a hole. It emit a warm glow, and quickly, gathering their things, they hopped inside.
Riley sighed as she settled into her snug room underground. She sat contently in her rocking chair and snuggled up in a blanket underneath the glow of her self-made candles that were scattered throughout the place. It was a miniature yet cozy home, lined with dozens and dozens of books. She opened her package to add a new one to the collection. She loved to read. Beside the bookshelves was a small curved door lined with vines and flowers, to keep things looking pretty. She did have many plants lying around, but they weren't the best part.
Riley also loved to write. Behind the door lay a long table. Multitudes of empty or half-empty scrolls lay upon it, and more stacks of filled scrolls stuffed the shelves on the wall. Then on another side of the room was her humble kitchen. It wasn't very much, as she didn't have a freezer or a stove. But she ate well, going to restaurants and stores for a variety of foods. And then next to her round wooden table she had carved herself, lay two little dishes that she laid out every morning for her special roommate. Loudly, but not too loudly, she called her name sweetly, snapping her fingers.
A tiny, scaly creature came bounding into the room. Her eyes were large and excited as smoke began to puff out of her mouth. It was a miniature dragon. She was named Ember. Riley very much loved Ember, she was completely harmless.
She refilled Ember's dishes with the usual: insects, her favorite crunchy and nutritious meal; and freezing cold water. If it ever was warm, it would quickly become steam in the blink of an eye as she lapped it up. Cold water still boiled, but took longer.
Riley smiled warmly and went downstairs to her bedroom. It held shelves of her favorite books, and stuffed animals everywhere. She made herself comfortable underneath a blanket, and turned on her nightlight lamp, which was decorated with fake butterflies, and it made the whole room glow in different colors.
She loved her home very very much.
justoneyesterday
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3/24/2024
if the fandom girlies ever find this im sorry for the amount of sdf spoilers
part 1
wc: 463
part 2
wc:
part 3 with @poppywriter
wc: 226
*nobody sees this right
part 4
if the fandom girlies ever find this im sorry for the amount of sdf spoilers
part 1
wc: 463
wc: 87
inciting event: a delegate from the dark forest comes to starclan, wanting their escapee back and rumors spread FAST. starcatcher knows immediately who they're talking about and tells ghost. panic, panic, panic. who is the delegate, how long do they have before the delegate comes to investigate starclan, and most of all— when will they be brave enough to face their problems? this dilemma forces them to start their own personal quests prematurely: ghost's to atone for his sins and starcatcher's to finally make a difference in the world.
wc: 94
rising action: fallingchime tells starcatcher a couple of clues she heard from the grapevine. starcatcher appreciates the help, but she notices fallingchime's been acting off lately. starcatcher hangs out with her friends and overhears some fresh hot gossip served steaming. starcatcher pieces the clues together and realizes what's going to happen. she rushes to the border with fallingchime and they see another cat who escaped the place of no stars. there's already a commotion with even more cats crowding around to see this fragile, tiny she-cat begging for her life, saying she wants to start anew.
wc: 67
the climax: the starclan cats, because they're good natured, accept her in. there's a little bit of suspicion, but they can't just ignore her- bleeding and spilling blood everywhere. fallingchime takes her in. she reveals herself as monarchflame, and she tells starclan about what's been happening in the dark forest. the delegate comes, an investigation takes place, ghost spills his past, and starcatcher stands up. also more flower symbolism
wc: 154
falling action: a group of skilled fighters cross the border to the place of no stars to confront them about what's been happening in the forest. starcatcher and ghost go with them, because, you know, they're the ones who started it all. ghost leads them to the heart of the forest (lots of fighting along the way) and there they find a bleeding heart. no, not literally. it's a cat, curled within himself– he just wants the best for everyone. everyone recognizes him.
there's gonna be a boat load of flower symbolism here. he's like the monarchy in quest of deltora, tricked into believing that their kingdom was well when in fact it was in ruin. something, something, they convince him, and fight their way out. starcatcher says to the cats of the dark forest that they can either atone for their sins or stay in the forest, rotting for the rest of their immortal lives.
wc: 61
resolution: after the chaos, all starcatcher wants is a break. she goes back to her den and gets her beauty sleep. she encourages ghost to move into the community, and eventually he does. he likes it there. a couple more refugees come and nobody objects. fallingchime and monarchflame become a couple :3
and then they all live happily ever after. the end.
part 2
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1 red herring: the gossip from fallingchime and the rest of starcatcher's friends. starcatcher overhears someone say that the delegate is this mean, big bad wolf planning to overthrow starclan. it's dramatized to the max– like tigerstar the first reborn. he's huge, hulking, burly, strong– someone that could rip starclan to shreds if he really wanted.
2 clue: monarchflame herself. she asks starcatcher if she's seen a cat about her own size stumble in a few moons prior to her own escape. she says he has dark blue fur and the most awe inspiring orange eyes. she says that if you see him once you'll never forget, because his eyes could seer themselves into somebody's mind forever. of course, she's talking about ghost. monarchflame tells a couple stories about him too, about his past, about his family.
3 red herring: fallingchime keeps acting oddly around starcatcher after monarchflame is brought into her medicine den to heal. there's something she won't tell her, even though they're best friends. but starcatcher can't blame her, because isn't that what she had been doing for the past moons? they don't communicate, and it slowly wears on their friendship.
4 clue: the flowers ghost keeps leaving everywhere. starcatcher jokes about how she's infected him too, but she recognizes how he keeps choosing flowers that symbolize betrayal, hurt, pain. this is after monarchflame comes in. it's a stark difference to when starcatcher first brought him flowers. during those times, he requested flowers that symbolized peace, friendship, and rebirth.
part 3 with @poppywriter
wc: 226
*nobody sees this right
on the night of 3/23/2024? it was, if not, one of the most spectacular things i've ever seen. the majesty of balrog stunned me to my very core– it is the one being to rule them all. “to war?”, no, it should be “all hail!”. *coughs* i got a bit sidetracked there.
what's the next question? hmm, my initial reaction? a cold, hard fury. but because i am a well mannered young lady, i did not immediately go after balrogurtle. i read their defenses against the balrog, but they were weak and foolhardy.
well, um. i literally can't do anything but be a cheerleader to all those fighting because i'm not officially a scratcher. it's so frustrating but i'm rooting for everyone fighting!!
balrog's majestic!! humongous, black scaled with firey scales intertwined with the black. it has two wings unfurling from its back, with matching curled horns branching from its head. truly a fine creature. i find their design awesome and the fire it breathes an otherworldly beauty. erm, just a secret between you and me: i haven't read lord of the rings.*
the arson can be excused, i do that everyday. wait don't call the police on me i swear i'm innocent!! other criminal activity, no way. balrog's just living their life, and even if they have committed war crimes… then. um. *flees*
part 4
“you know what's going on?” she shouted to fallingchime over the noise of the crowd.
“no idea! but i know there's gonna be some good gossip floating around after this!” she grinned.
starcatcher rolled her eyes at fallingchime. didn't she see this was more important than something new to gossip about for the week?
she didn't get any time to think about that more as they finally reached the front of the crowd. starcatcher drew in her breath.
they were at the border to the place of no stars, where the green of starclan seeped into a harsh black. yonder, starcatcher could see towering pine trees- almost as tall as the mountains in starclan. what drew everyone's attention, though, was the young cat crying her eyes out at the border.
she was bruised and broken, blood running down her brown pelt. her green eyes were wide– confused and lost. dear starclan, had she… had she been through the same things as him? she had already died, and now she was bleeding again. dead cats don't bleed.
the entire crowd could tell that this she-cat obviously came from the place of no stars.
a single thought crossed starcatcher's mind in that moment. ghost.
"please i'll do anything! please, please, please—i'll, i'll do anything! anything, anything i just don't want to go back please i'm begging, i'm begging please please i just don't want to…“ the cat broke down in sobs and collapsed in a heap in front of the nearest cat's paws– which just so happened to be fallingchime's. the crowd quieted as the cat lay there, shivering.
the stranger lifted her head for a moment, and stared wearily into fallingchime's eyes. her eyes shone, almost exactly like ghost's. they glowed like a dying ember, almost extinguished. her spirit was in there, somewhere, even if her body was broken. she was nothing but a corpse, yet her eyes smoldered, they burned and raged and flared like a wildfire, an everlasting inferno. something in those eyes held hope that one day she would live again.
fallingchime flinched back in shock or disgust, starcatcher couldn't tell. just a minute before fallingchime had been laughing, but now her amber eyes were wide open, her pupils dilated. she lifted one paw in the air as if she was going to step back, but stayed frozen.
”fallingchime!“ starcatcher snapped, and almost immediately bit her tongue. that came out more aggressive than she intended, but in this situation… ”fallingchime, you're scaring her.“
the grey she-cat broke out of her trance and backed up like she was afraid of the broken cat in front of her. as fallingchime stepped back, starcatcher noticed red sticking onto her claws.
”there's something on your claws.“
”huh?“ fallingchime looked down. ”oh, thanks.“
casting a concerned look at her friend, starcatcher glanced back at the dark forest cat. a couple of cats were helping her to stands, murmuring sweet nothings to the blubbering cat. drops of blood dripped from her wounds as she stumbled her way across the grass, mixing in with her tears.
something glinted from her pelt. it was a curl of golden fur. starcatcher shook her head. when she looked again, it was gone. must've been a trick of the light.
”hey, wait for me," starcatcher called after fallingchime. her friend was already at the back of the crowd, her head lowered.
--Artsy_Girl--
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Part 4.
Esme collapsed onto her couch and clicked on the television. She sighed, exhausted, and switched to a channel where an interview was taking place. A witness named Luna was being interviewed by a detective named Alana. She couldn't help but laugh at the point where the witness accused the interviewer of being guilty. She wasn't very fond of detectives, and how they usually got in everybody's business. That wasn't fair though, since they helped a lot of bad things to continue going on and her best friend was a detective as well.
“Yes, I have talked to Gurtle before. We were talking-” Luna didn't finish.
Suddenly, a recording came on. Esme sighed. A person dressed in all white with a white mask and gloves on adjusted the camera and cleared their throat. Their voice was digitally enhanced, so that it would sound distorted and disguise their real voice. The jacket was too thick to tell their gender.
“Hello everyone. This is a recording, set by a countdown previously.” They laughed. “You may call me, The Villain. What I'm about to explain is simple. This country's precious little Heroes should beware. I'm coming for them. I may not sound so scary, but just you wait,” they began laughing harder this time and the recording ended, leaving Esme to watch the interview again.
She turned off the TV.
Esme walked through town, not sure where she was going, but knew she wanted to go somewhere. People usually admired her for her beautiful golden hair and charming dimples. Everyone she walked by would deem she was a pretty, innocent, 18-year-old girl who took care of her family who flashed a smile at everyone on the streets. She was sweet and some people would say, “couldn't be more perfect.”
She looked over at a crowd forming by the market. Despite her short height, she was able to see what all the rage was about: Red. She pushed through the crowd.
“Red!” She exclaimed, running over to hug her best friend.
“Hey Ez!” He grinned, looking down at her. Red was considered famous, solving many cases and earning a good reputation among his country.
“What are you doing here?” She asked. He swallowed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the crowd.
“I was hired to figure out who the Villain is.”
“Oh. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” She asked.
“It was immediate, and I was already in the area, hoping to surprise you. I was thinking maybe we could catch up…but work got in the way.” He sighed. “Maybe we could go to the gala together though,” he suggested. The gala was annual, put on by Esme's town every year for the Heroes. This year's theme was water, and all people wanted to go.
“Maybe, but uh, I have to go now. Back home.” And with that, she ran off.
Esme's phone buzzed. Another alert, this time broadcasting to all mobile devices too. She clicked on the video that came with it.
“Why hello everyone!” The Villain said, appearing on the screen. “I see we're all happy and healthy, aren't we. Nothing bad has happened to the Heroes yet. I would've expected more panic, perhaps shutting down the gala. This only works in my favor though.” They waved around a cup of coffee as they talked, from the cafe down the street. Esme shook her head. “Tout cela est sur le point de changer.” They laughed. “That's all about to change. You Heroes seem to enjoy fire so much, so I'll set fire to the rain…perhaps everyone will see me soon. Or not. I heard someone's trying to discover me already, aren't you Detective Red?” They laughed again, evilly and villainously and the recording shut off.
Esme fidgeted with her crystal bracelet and got up. This bracelet was supposed to bring her luck. Perhaps she would need it, even if she wasn't a Hero.
“Red!” Esme caught up to him in town. “Funny running into you again. Two days in a row!”
“Yeah…” he said. He was distant and far away, where Esme couldn't reach him at the moment. “Are you okay?”
“How did the Villain know I was searching for him?”
She blinked. “They hacked into the systems, they can figure out you're looking for them,” she replied.
He sighed. “You're right. You know what I noticed? They were drinking coffee from this cafe,” he pointed over at a small little cafe sitting by a jewelry store. “That means that they're in this town. They also spoke in French. That's got to mean something, right? Narrows down our suspects.”
“Who are your suspects?” She asked.
“Anyone in this town who speaks French.”
“Ah.”
“They also said they would set fire to the rain,” Red frowned. “That means they'll be at the gala.”
“Huh?” Esme said as Red began to walk forward, leaving her to barely catch up and wonder how one can figure out so much from one broadcast.
The night of the gala arrived. Esme was going. But not with Red. She grabbed a small bag and got out of her car, walking up the marble stairs to the large building. It was supposed to rain tonight. Esme fidgeted with something in the pocket of her white, silky dress. She placed a mask on her face. Instead of heading in the main entrance, Esme snuck around to the entrance to the stage. She entered the backstage and grabbed a mic from a waiting stand and clicked it on. She cleared her throat.
“Hello everyone!” Cheers erupted, but they suddenly ceased as she stepped out onto the stage and revealed herself. Well, she revealed the mask. She wasn't intending of revealing her face and hair today, which was covered by a white wig.
“As everyone knows I'm the Villain…” she trailed off. “Let's make this quick.” She grabbed a lighter from her pocket. Of course, it didn't do any damage to human skin, clothing, paper, etc, but once lit onto fire…
“Today, I'll be teaching your Heroes a lesson.” From the corner of her eye, she watched as a group of guards and Heroes approached her. She looked up at an open roof and felt the first drop of rain. Then another. And another. She opened the lighter and lit the rain. People screamed and she made her escape, knowing it was best to run now.
She dropped her bracelet without realizing and sprinted home to safety.
She later learned that people had stomped out the fire before it did any real damage. She sighed.
She suddenly heard a knock on her house door.
“Esme! Open up!” It was Red.
“Red!” She said, smiling as she opened the door. That smile turned into a frown. She was surrounded by police officers and Heroes, Red leading them all with a stern look on his face.
“I- let me explain.”
“No explanation needed,” Red shook his head in disappointment.
“The Heroes- they, they almost k1lled my father!” She sobbed as the police began taking her away. “They covered it up. They're liars. The Heroes- they're deceitful liars! Please! Red-”
Red looked like he was frozen, unmoving. Suddenly, he ran and grabbed Esme's hand from the surprised police, escaping her fate and making them both fugitives. He knew he was doing the right thing as he ran off into the night.
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Esme collapsed onto her couch and clicked on the television. She sighed, exhausted, and switched to a channel where an interview was taking place. A witness named Luna was being interviewed by a detective named Alana. She couldn't help but laugh at the point where the witness accused the interviewer of being guilty. She wasn't very fond of detectives, and how they usually got in everybody's business. That wasn't fair though, since they helped a lot of bad things to continue going on and her best friend was a detective as well.
“Yes, I have talked to Gurtle before. We were talking-” Luna didn't finish.
Suddenly, a recording came on. Esme sighed. A person dressed in all white with a white mask and gloves on adjusted the camera and cleared their throat. Their voice was digitally enhanced, so that it would sound distorted and disguise their real voice. The jacket was too thick to tell their gender.
“Hello everyone. This is a recording, set by a countdown previously.” They laughed. “You may call me, The Villain. What I'm about to explain is simple. This country's precious little Heroes should beware. I'm coming for them. I may not sound so scary, but just you wait,” they began laughing harder this time and the recording ended, leaving Esme to watch the interview again.
She turned off the TV.
Esme walked through town, not sure where she was going, but knew she wanted to go somewhere. People usually admired her for her beautiful golden hair and charming dimples. Everyone she walked by would deem she was a pretty, innocent, 18-year-old girl who took care of her family who flashed a smile at everyone on the streets. She was sweet and some people would say, “couldn't be more perfect.”
She looked over at a crowd forming by the market. Despite her short height, she was able to see what all the rage was about: Red. She pushed through the crowd.
“Red!” She exclaimed, running over to hug her best friend.
“Hey Ez!” He grinned, looking down at her. Red was considered famous, solving many cases and earning a good reputation among his country.
“What are you doing here?” She asked. He swallowed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the crowd.
“I was hired to figure out who the Villain is.”
“Oh. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” She asked.
“It was immediate, and I was already in the area, hoping to surprise you. I was thinking maybe we could catch up…but work got in the way.” He sighed. “Maybe we could go to the gala together though,” he suggested. The gala was annual, put on by Esme's town every year for the Heroes. This year's theme was water, and all people wanted to go.
“Maybe, but uh, I have to go now. Back home.” And with that, she ran off.
Esme's phone buzzed. Another alert, this time broadcasting to all mobile devices too. She clicked on the video that came with it.
“Why hello everyone!” The Villain said, appearing on the screen. “I see we're all happy and healthy, aren't we. Nothing bad has happened to the Heroes yet. I would've expected more panic, perhaps shutting down the gala. This only works in my favor though.” They waved around a cup of coffee as they talked, from the cafe down the street. Esme shook her head. “Tout cela est sur le point de changer.” They laughed. “That's all about to change. You Heroes seem to enjoy fire so much, so I'll set fire to the rain…perhaps everyone will see me soon. Or not. I heard someone's trying to discover me already, aren't you Detective Red?” They laughed again, evilly and villainously and the recording shut off.
Esme fidgeted with her crystal bracelet and got up. This bracelet was supposed to bring her luck. Perhaps she would need it, even if she wasn't a Hero.
“Red!” Esme caught up to him in town. “Funny running into you again. Two days in a row!”
“Yeah…” he said. He was distant and far away, where Esme couldn't reach him at the moment. “Are you okay?”
“How did the Villain know I was searching for him?”
She blinked. “They hacked into the systems, they can figure out you're looking for them,” she replied.
He sighed. “You're right. You know what I noticed? They were drinking coffee from this cafe,” he pointed over at a small little cafe sitting by a jewelry store. “That means that they're in this town. They also spoke in French. That's got to mean something, right? Narrows down our suspects.”
“Who are your suspects?” She asked.
“Anyone in this town who speaks French.”
“Ah.”
“They also said they would set fire to the rain,” Red frowned. “That means they'll be at the gala.”
“Huh?” Esme said as Red began to walk forward, leaving her to barely catch up and wonder how one can figure out so much from one broadcast.
The night of the gala arrived. Esme was going. But not with Red. She grabbed a small bag and got out of her car, walking up the marble stairs to the large building. It was supposed to rain tonight. Esme fidgeted with something in the pocket of her white, silky dress. She placed a mask on her face. Instead of heading in the main entrance, Esme snuck around to the entrance to the stage. She entered the backstage and grabbed a mic from a waiting stand and clicked it on. She cleared her throat.
“Hello everyone!” Cheers erupted, but they suddenly ceased as she stepped out onto the stage and revealed herself. Well, she revealed the mask. She wasn't intending of revealing her face and hair today, which was covered by a white wig.
“As everyone knows I'm the Villain…” she trailed off. “Let's make this quick.” She grabbed a lighter from her pocket. Of course, it didn't do any damage to human skin, clothing, paper, etc, but once lit onto fire…
“Today, I'll be teaching your Heroes a lesson.” From the corner of her eye, she watched as a group of guards and Heroes approached her. She looked up at an open roof and felt the first drop of rain. Then another. And another. She opened the lighter and lit the rain. People screamed and she made her escape, knowing it was best to run now.
She dropped her bracelet without realizing and sprinted home to safety.
She later learned that people had stomped out the fire before it did any real damage. She sighed.
She suddenly heard a knock on her house door.
“Esme! Open up!” It was Red.
“Red!” She said, smiling as she opened the door. That smile turned into a frown. She was surrounded by police officers and Heroes, Red leading them all with a stern look on his face.
“I- let me explain.”
“No explanation needed,” Red shook his head in disappointment.
“The Heroes- they, they almost k1lled my father!” She sobbed as the police began taking her away. “They covered it up. They're liars. The Heroes- they're deceitful liars! Please! Red-”
Red looked like he was frozen, unmoving. Suddenly, he ran and grabbed Esme's hand from the surprised police, escaping her fate and making them both fugitives. He knew he was doing the right thing as he ran off into the night.
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WEEKLY FOUR (2204/1200)
P1 - PLOT POINTS (296/250)
(59) Rainy's going to the main cabin in the morning to talk to people and get motivation to write, but she discovers that the stash of motivation mangoes has been replaced with procrastination potatoes! With time ticking down until the weekly's due, she knows that she needs to get the motivation mangoes back so that everyone can finish their weeklies.
(60) She decides to go around the different cabins and see if she can find any clues or if anyone knows what's happened. As she walks around, she finds three clues and one red herring throughout the morning, but she still can’t yet come to a definite conclusion because she’s been moving around all morning and hasn’t thought about it yet.
(51) She sits down in the main cabin and thinks for a while while snacking on some (regular not motivational) dried mango slices, and suddenly she realizes that the poetry and thriller cabins must have teamed up to steal the motivation mangoes for themselves to stay in the top of the leaderboard!
(63) She goes to thriller and poetry with some of her cabinmates to question them about the mangoes, but they continue to deny the theft. However, as one of her cabinmates interrogate them, Rainy notices that there's a group of thriller and poetry campers sneaking mangoes out the back door when a mango falls and rolls near her foot! Sci-fi campers confront that group.
(63) The group gives themselves up, apologizing and saying that they were planning on returning them just as soon as the weekly was over. They had wanted to keep their places in top two, but they were afraid that other cabins would pass them by submitting weeklies. The mangoes are returned to the main cabin and everyone rejoices with the restitution of the mangoes!
P2 - CLUES/RED HERRINGS (236/200)
(51) clue - rainy notices that campers from thriller and poetry are acting really friendly with each other - talking lots, eating snacks and meals together, and hanging out with each other, even though their cabins are in first and second place respectively and are both competing for the first place spot on the leaderboard.
(57) red herring - rainy finds a fresh mango leaf near the fairy tale cabin. it's so fresh that it still smells like an actual mango, so it couldn't have been dropped long ago. the only type of fresh mango allowed in the camp is of the motivation variety, so it also couldn't have been just brought in from home by a camper.
(55) clue - as rainy paces between the cabins and the main cabin, trying to figure out this mystery, she notices a few poetry campers acting weirdly. they're whispering between their hands and have shifty-looking eyes. when she goes up to talk to them, they're not unfriendly, but for the most part they give short or monosyllabic responses.
(73) clue - rainy asks one of her fellow sci-fi cabinmates if she's noticed or found out anything about the missing motivation mangoes. lily tells her that she saw some mangoes in front of the thriller cabin a while ago, but when she went back past the cabin a little later, they were gone again. she also noticed the poetry campers acting weirdly, and she says she hasn't seen any big groups of thriller campers together.
P3 - INTERVIEW (251/200)
// my answers for @stvriii’s questions
On March 22nd at around 8:37pm, I was out taking a walk when it began to rain. Then something weird happened. You know the rest, I guess - I was delivering a package to a/your house, one that I found on the ground out in the woods. I found it by a strange stone, a very smooth one, almost like someone had carefully tumbled it- and it had a carving of a twisting snake on it. I’m not sure why, but when I saw it, I just felt compelled to deliver it to them/you, even in the pouring rain.
No, I don’t think so. Wait, actually, I think I saw something similar on the side of a McDonalds Happy Meal once! That’s probably unrelated, though. So, no.
Again, no. I hadn’t even seen the journal before I delivered it to her, just the outer wrapping on the package - something told me not to open it and to just give it away. Maybe my conscience, maybe something else entirely. Either way I’m glad I listened so I wasn’t mixed up in this more than I already am. Weird symbols, though, seriously.
Yes, I am very sure. I was careful to keep it tightly closed. Maybe those were from someone before me?
This was me. I was curious what was going to happen, so I went there to check it out. However, once I realized they were really going to sacrifice people, I left. She must have gotten there right then.
P4 - STORY (1421/550)
Rainy walks down the long path to the main cabin, yawning as she slowly wakes up. It's the last day of the weekly and she knows that she'll need motivation mangoes to complete it. As she nears the entrance, she realizes that there's a lot of commotion going on inside. She enters the main cabin and asks the nearest leader what's happened.
“The motivation mangoes have all been stolen overnight!” the leader exclaims. “We're never going to be able to finish the weekly without motivation mangoes! Our leaderboard place…”
Rainy wakes up fully at this news. She knows what she has to do. Leaving the leader to their sad leaderboard musings, Rainy leaves the main cabin to see if there might be any clues as to where the mangoes have all gone.
As she walks between two cabins, she notices something on the ground up ahead. She speeds up her pace and once she reaches it, she realizes it's a fresh mango leaf. Rainy picks it up and smells it. It still smells just like a mango; that scent hasn't left it and turned it into a plain old leaf-smelling leaf. It must be very fresh. She looks up at the cabin in front of her. Fairy Tales. Have the Fairy Tales campers stolen the mangoes?
Rainy doesn't want to make any accusations without enough evidence, so she files this though away in her mind and continues searching for clues. As she passes by the Poetry cabin, she notices that a few Thriller campers have come over to talk and have snacks, which is strange because their cabins should be in competition for first place. While inter-cabin friendships are common (and great!), usually competition between two cabins puts friendships on a pause - cabin comes first for the most part. However, these campers are having a great time hanging out, which is weird.
She shrugs it off, but as she continues on past Poetry, she sees a few Poetry campers acting weirdly. They're sitting together in the shade at a picnic table, but instead of eating, making conversation, and cracking jokes, they're speaking in hushed tones. They fall silent as she walks up.
“Hi guys!” Rainy says, trying to start up a conversation. “So, weird how the motivation mangoes are all gone, right?”
One of them nods. “Yeah, pretty strange.”
The other smiles. “I hope we get them back soon!”
“Have you guys seen any of them anywhere?” Rainy asks. “I'm trying to figure out where they all went.”
“Nope,” they say together. They still have on friendly smiles, but it's pretty clear that they don't want to talk about this anymore.
“Well, I'll see you around, I guess,” Rainy says, waving. They say bye.
Back at Sci-Fi cabin, Rainy decides to ask around to see if anyone's heard or seen anything weird about the motivation mangoes. She goes up to ask CD or Zion, but they're both trying to write and seem pretty stressed without the motivation mangoes, so she leaves the two leaders alone. The only other person she sees in the cabin who isn't writing or trying to catch up on sleep after cabin wars is Lily, so she asks her.
“So, you've seen how all the motivation mangoes are gone, right?” Rainy inquires in a low tone, trying not to disturb her cabinmates. “Have you seen any left anywhere?”
Lily says that she realized they were all gone, but later when she was leaving Sci-Fi cabin to go to the main cabin, she saw some mangoes on the front porch of Poetry cabin. However, there definitely weren't enough to be all the missing mangoes, and when she was coming back, they were gone.
“Really?” Rainy asks, intrigued. “Hm, maybe they just had some left over from cabin wars. Have you talked to anyone in Thriller or Poetry lately?”
Lily replies that she's talked to a few campers from poetry, but they were acting pretty weird. She hasn't seen many Thriller campers around, but when she did, there were only one or two of them - never a bigger group.
Rainy thanks Lily for letting her ask so many questions and then she goes back to the main cabin to sit down and think about the information she's gotten throughout the morning.
Inside the main cabin, most of the crowd about the empty motivation mango dispenser has dissipated, but there's a few people still sitting nearby, talking about it. Rainy picks up some dried mango slices that unfortunately aren't of the motivation variety and sits down to mull over her clues.
As she snacks on the dried mango, she suddenly has a realization. Poetry and Thriller must have teamed up to steal the motivation mangoes for themselves so that they could dominate the top of the leaderboard!
Rainy quickly wolfs down the rest of her snack and leaves. She stops by Sci-Fi to get a couple cabinmates to come with her and question Thriller and Poetry, but everyone's so excited that she ends up bringing the entire cabin. They all enter the Thriller cabin after they see a bunch of Poetry campers enter.
“Hello…?” one of the Thriller leaders half-greets, half-asks.
“Hi there,” Zion says, their hands on their hips. He has a determined look on. “We have reason to believe that your cabin and Poetry have teamed up to steal the camp's motivational mangoes.
CD nods beside him, also wearing a defiant look on their face. ”Yep. You guys are acting wayyy too suspicious.“
”What?“ A thriller campers comes up next to their leader. ”Us, stealing the motivational mangoes? How could you accuse us of that?“
Finley steps in from where they had been lagging behind (they'd been trying to save their weekly in their writing software). ”Because you guys have been acting suspicious, your campers have been hanging out together when they should be in competition, and one of our campers saw a bunch of motivational mangoes on your front porch a while ago.“
One of the Poetry campers in the back of the group that's gathered in the front part of Thriller cabin curses quietly.
”You're pulling up evidence that means nothing,“ a Poetry leader says, stepping forward. ”We've done nothing wrong!“
As the leaders argue, Rainy sees a flash of something yellow and red by her feet. She looks down and sees that it's a fresh motivational mango! A few of the other Sci-Fi campers see it too and a commotion starts as everyone starts pointing and yelling at once. In the back of Thriller cabin, a group of Thriller and Poetry campers are carefully dragging out heavy-looking lumpy bundles.
”Hey! You guys in the back! What've you got there?“ Rainy shouts. They freeze and look at their leaders for guidance.
The Thriller and Poetry leaders exchange a look, and their shoulders drop. ”Alright, alright, you've caught us,“ the Poetry leader says. ”We're sorry.“
”But… why would you steal the mangoes?“ Zion asks, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
The Thriller leader speaks this time. ”We just wanted to keep our places in the top two spots of the leaderboard. We were worried that other cabins would pass us as their campers submitted weeklies, so we stole the motivation mangoes so that most people would run out of motivation and not be able to do their weeklies.“
A Thriller co-leader pipes up. ”We were planning on returning them to the main cabin tonight, once the weekly was over, we promise! But I guess it really isn't fair to the other cabins.“
The guilty campers begin to nod, agreeing. A general chorus of ”sorry“ emanates from the crowd.
”Well, it's okay now, I guess,“ Finley says, a smile forming on their face. ”But you'll have to lug them all the way back to the main cabin.
The Thriller and Poetry leaders nod, looking ashamed of themselves. “We will, don't worry.”
A few groups of campers split off from the crowd to gather the motivation mangoes up.
About an hour later, the motivation mangoes are back in place in the dispenser, and campers from all cabins rejoice in restitution of their beloved mangoes. It doesn't take long for them to forgive the Poetry and Thriller campers, and soon everyone's working on the weekly in the main cabin, together, with friends from all cabins.
Rainy smiles as she opens up her writing program to put the last touches on her weekly, a plate of freshly-sliced motivation mango by her side. It had all turned out well in the end.
P1 - PLOT POINTS (296/250)
(59) Rainy's going to the main cabin in the morning to talk to people and get motivation to write, but she discovers that the stash of motivation mangoes has been replaced with procrastination potatoes! With time ticking down until the weekly's due, she knows that she needs to get the motivation mangoes back so that everyone can finish their weeklies.
(60) She decides to go around the different cabins and see if she can find any clues or if anyone knows what's happened. As she walks around, she finds three clues and one red herring throughout the morning, but she still can’t yet come to a definite conclusion because she’s been moving around all morning and hasn’t thought about it yet.
(51) She sits down in the main cabin and thinks for a while while snacking on some (regular not motivational) dried mango slices, and suddenly she realizes that the poetry and thriller cabins must have teamed up to steal the motivation mangoes for themselves to stay in the top of the leaderboard!
(63) She goes to thriller and poetry with some of her cabinmates to question them about the mangoes, but they continue to deny the theft. However, as one of her cabinmates interrogate them, Rainy notices that there's a group of thriller and poetry campers sneaking mangoes out the back door when a mango falls and rolls near her foot! Sci-fi campers confront that group.
(63) The group gives themselves up, apologizing and saying that they were planning on returning them just as soon as the weekly was over. They had wanted to keep their places in top two, but they were afraid that other cabins would pass them by submitting weeklies. The mangoes are returned to the main cabin and everyone rejoices with the restitution of the mangoes!
P2 - CLUES/RED HERRINGS (236/200)
(51) clue - rainy notices that campers from thriller and poetry are acting really friendly with each other - talking lots, eating snacks and meals together, and hanging out with each other, even though their cabins are in first and second place respectively and are both competing for the first place spot on the leaderboard.
(57) red herring - rainy finds a fresh mango leaf near the fairy tale cabin. it's so fresh that it still smells like an actual mango, so it couldn't have been dropped long ago. the only type of fresh mango allowed in the camp is of the motivation variety, so it also couldn't have been just brought in from home by a camper.
(55) clue - as rainy paces between the cabins and the main cabin, trying to figure out this mystery, she notices a few poetry campers acting weirdly. they're whispering between their hands and have shifty-looking eyes. when she goes up to talk to them, they're not unfriendly, but for the most part they give short or monosyllabic responses.
(73) clue - rainy asks one of her fellow sci-fi cabinmates if she's noticed or found out anything about the missing motivation mangoes. lily tells her that she saw some mangoes in front of the thriller cabin a while ago, but when she went back past the cabin a little later, they were gone again. she also noticed the poetry campers acting weirdly, and she says she hasn't seen any big groups of thriller campers together.
P3 - INTERVIEW (251/200)
// my answers for @stvriii’s questions
On March 22nd at around 8:37pm, I was out taking a walk when it began to rain. Then something weird happened. You know the rest, I guess - I was delivering a package to a/your house, one that I found on the ground out in the woods. I found it by a strange stone, a very smooth one, almost like someone had carefully tumbled it- and it had a carving of a twisting snake on it. I’m not sure why, but when I saw it, I just felt compelled to deliver it to them/you, even in the pouring rain.
No, I don’t think so. Wait, actually, I think I saw something similar on the side of a McDonalds Happy Meal once! That’s probably unrelated, though. So, no.
Again, no. I hadn’t even seen the journal before I delivered it to her, just the outer wrapping on the package - something told me not to open it and to just give it away. Maybe my conscience, maybe something else entirely. Either way I’m glad I listened so I wasn’t mixed up in this more than I already am. Weird symbols, though, seriously.
Yes, I am very sure. I was careful to keep it tightly closed. Maybe those were from someone before me?
This was me. I was curious what was going to happen, so I went there to check it out. However, once I realized they were really going to sacrifice people, I left. She must have gotten there right then.
P4 - STORY (1421/550)
Rainy walks down the long path to the main cabin, yawning as she slowly wakes up. It's the last day of the weekly and she knows that she'll need motivation mangoes to complete it. As she nears the entrance, she realizes that there's a lot of commotion going on inside. She enters the main cabin and asks the nearest leader what's happened.
“The motivation mangoes have all been stolen overnight!” the leader exclaims. “We're never going to be able to finish the weekly without motivation mangoes! Our leaderboard place…”
Rainy wakes up fully at this news. She knows what she has to do. Leaving the leader to their sad leaderboard musings, Rainy leaves the main cabin to see if there might be any clues as to where the mangoes have all gone.
As she walks between two cabins, she notices something on the ground up ahead. She speeds up her pace and once she reaches it, she realizes it's a fresh mango leaf. Rainy picks it up and smells it. It still smells just like a mango; that scent hasn't left it and turned it into a plain old leaf-smelling leaf. It must be very fresh. She looks up at the cabin in front of her. Fairy Tales. Have the Fairy Tales campers stolen the mangoes?
Rainy doesn't want to make any accusations without enough evidence, so she files this though away in her mind and continues searching for clues. As she passes by the Poetry cabin, she notices that a few Thriller campers have come over to talk and have snacks, which is strange because their cabins should be in competition for first place. While inter-cabin friendships are common (and great!), usually competition between two cabins puts friendships on a pause - cabin comes first for the most part. However, these campers are having a great time hanging out, which is weird.
She shrugs it off, but as she continues on past Poetry, she sees a few Poetry campers acting weirdly. They're sitting together in the shade at a picnic table, but instead of eating, making conversation, and cracking jokes, they're speaking in hushed tones. They fall silent as she walks up.
“Hi guys!” Rainy says, trying to start up a conversation. “So, weird how the motivation mangoes are all gone, right?”
One of them nods. “Yeah, pretty strange.”
The other smiles. “I hope we get them back soon!”
“Have you guys seen any of them anywhere?” Rainy asks. “I'm trying to figure out where they all went.”
“Nope,” they say together. They still have on friendly smiles, but it's pretty clear that they don't want to talk about this anymore.
“Well, I'll see you around, I guess,” Rainy says, waving. They say bye.
Back at Sci-Fi cabin, Rainy decides to ask around to see if anyone's heard or seen anything weird about the motivation mangoes. She goes up to ask CD or Zion, but they're both trying to write and seem pretty stressed without the motivation mangoes, so she leaves the two leaders alone. The only other person she sees in the cabin who isn't writing or trying to catch up on sleep after cabin wars is Lily, so she asks her.
“So, you've seen how all the motivation mangoes are gone, right?” Rainy inquires in a low tone, trying not to disturb her cabinmates. “Have you seen any left anywhere?”
Lily says that she realized they were all gone, but later when she was leaving Sci-Fi cabin to go to the main cabin, she saw some mangoes on the front porch of Poetry cabin. However, there definitely weren't enough to be all the missing mangoes, and when she was coming back, they were gone.
“Really?” Rainy asks, intrigued. “Hm, maybe they just had some left over from cabin wars. Have you talked to anyone in Thriller or Poetry lately?”
Lily replies that she's talked to a few campers from poetry, but they were acting pretty weird. She hasn't seen many Thriller campers around, but when she did, there were only one or two of them - never a bigger group.
Rainy thanks Lily for letting her ask so many questions and then she goes back to the main cabin to sit down and think about the information she's gotten throughout the morning.
Inside the main cabin, most of the crowd about the empty motivation mango dispenser has dissipated, but there's a few people still sitting nearby, talking about it. Rainy picks up some dried mango slices that unfortunately aren't of the motivation variety and sits down to mull over her clues.
As she snacks on the dried mango, she suddenly has a realization. Poetry and Thriller must have teamed up to steal the motivation mangoes for themselves so that they could dominate the top of the leaderboard!
Rainy quickly wolfs down the rest of her snack and leaves. She stops by Sci-Fi to get a couple cabinmates to come with her and question Thriller and Poetry, but everyone's so excited that she ends up bringing the entire cabin. They all enter the Thriller cabin after they see a bunch of Poetry campers enter.
“Hello…?” one of the Thriller leaders half-greets, half-asks.
“Hi there,” Zion says, their hands on their hips. He has a determined look on. “We have reason to believe that your cabin and Poetry have teamed up to steal the camp's motivational mangoes.
CD nods beside him, also wearing a defiant look on their face. ”Yep. You guys are acting wayyy too suspicious.“
”What?“ A thriller campers comes up next to their leader. ”Us, stealing the motivational mangoes? How could you accuse us of that?“
Finley steps in from where they had been lagging behind (they'd been trying to save their weekly in their writing software). ”Because you guys have been acting suspicious, your campers have been hanging out together when they should be in competition, and one of our campers saw a bunch of motivational mangoes on your front porch a while ago.“
One of the Poetry campers in the back of the group that's gathered in the front part of Thriller cabin curses quietly.
”You're pulling up evidence that means nothing,“ a Poetry leader says, stepping forward. ”We've done nothing wrong!“
As the leaders argue, Rainy sees a flash of something yellow and red by her feet. She looks down and sees that it's a fresh motivational mango! A few of the other Sci-Fi campers see it too and a commotion starts as everyone starts pointing and yelling at once. In the back of Thriller cabin, a group of Thriller and Poetry campers are carefully dragging out heavy-looking lumpy bundles.
”Hey! You guys in the back! What've you got there?“ Rainy shouts. They freeze and look at their leaders for guidance.
The Thriller and Poetry leaders exchange a look, and their shoulders drop. ”Alright, alright, you've caught us,“ the Poetry leader says. ”We're sorry.“
”But… why would you steal the mangoes?“ Zion asks, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
The Thriller leader speaks this time. ”We just wanted to keep our places in the top two spots of the leaderboard. We were worried that other cabins would pass us as their campers submitted weeklies, so we stole the motivation mangoes so that most people would run out of motivation and not be able to do their weeklies.“
A Thriller co-leader pipes up. ”We were planning on returning them to the main cabin tonight, once the weekly was over, we promise! But I guess it really isn't fair to the other cabins.“
The guilty campers begin to nod, agreeing. A general chorus of ”sorry“ emanates from the crowd.
”Well, it's okay now, I guess,“ Finley says, a smile forming on their face. ”But you'll have to lug them all the way back to the main cabin.
The Thriller and Poetry leaders nod, looking ashamed of themselves. “We will, don't worry.”
A few groups of campers split off from the crowd to gather the motivation mangoes up.
About an hour later, the motivation mangoes are back in place in the dispenser, and campers from all cabins rejoice in restitution of their beloved mangoes. It doesn't take long for them to forgive the Poetry and Thriller campers, and soon everyone's working on the weekly in the main cabin, together, with friends from all cabins.
Rainy smiles as she opens up her writing program to put the last touches on her weekly, a plate of freshly-sliced motivation mango by her side. It had all turned out well in the end.
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orrrrrr we rip and tear through the armies of hyrule and leave nothing to remainWell technically I also owned a third of L'mantarcticalbozoburg since I was the owner of it, so I think HRE should decide who they give there share to. If he picks me, I'm willing to settle with me owning 2/3 of L'mantarcticalbozoburg and odyssey owning 1/3Thanks to everyone that has said they will stand by my side. You dont know how much it means to me. But before this war starts I want some clear rules of war from admins, because I don't want anyone on my side getting banned because we didn't know the rules. And also I ask that anyone on the other side of the war does NOT damage any L'mantisbozoburg(h) property, especially Mantisburgh city. If you are on odyssey's side I don't plan on killing you unless really necessary. I wish there was a peaceful way to end things, but I'm afraid the only way is to let my nation be annexed to odyssey, which I will never let happen.Yes don’t grief Mantisburgh or hurt my wolves or anything of that sort.
Also, I’ve thought of a peace deal (fyi no one else affiliated with L’Mantisbozoburgh has even heard of this, so Nova and Du pls approve or disapprove of this oof.)
Since hre had half of Bozoburg (abbreviated) and was destroyed, I’d say that that half of it defaulted to DuWeido. This means that L’Mantarcticalbozoburg is half. Independent, half owned by Hyrule. Since L’Mantarcticalbozoburg holds a third of the total population of l’mantisbozoburgh, Hyrule owns a third of half of L’Mantisbozoburgh as a whole. Willing to negotiate (at least, I am. Can’t speak for Nova or DuWeido).
Btw, this isn’t official yet. Just a proposal.
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Genuinely, I think I would love being a small underground-dwelling humanoid creature. I would have a den system kind of like a rabbit warren, with a bunch of tunnels leading from one “room” to the next. Assuming I’m slightly larger than a rabbit myself, the entire network might be 400 square meters. However, most of this would be outer storage areas and long passageways leading to a wide range of different exits. The core rooms where I would spend most of my time would be close together, towards the center.
The place would seem like a maze to anyone else, but it’d be familiar to me. It’d be a patchwork of different bits and pieces that I’d scavenged from elsewhere, as well as repurposed objects and various unmatching decorations. I’m a bit of a hoarder, so items relating to my hobbies and interests, as well as just random stuff in general, would be everywhere.
My main living areas would likely have a floor made of smooth stones sunk into the dirt, with soft rugs here and there. Since these rooms would be larger, the walls and ceiling would need supports to prevent them from caving in, and also some sort of insulation to keep the dampness out.
I’d have different sleeping areas for cold and hot weather because I’m assuming air conditioning and heating will have to be done without modern technology. One area can have a fireplace, with a tunnel leading to the surface for a chimney. It would be full of soft blankets and squishy pillows. The other area might be deeper underground, where it’s cooler. If possible, I’d try to make the room sloped, so that half could be filled with a pool of water and the other half would be dry for me to sleep in. I’d probably just sleep directly on the smooth stones of the floor, or, if that was too uncomfortable, a few blankets spread out over the ground.
I would have a room for preparing and eating food, linked by tunnels to different rooms where the food was stored. I’m not a huge fan of cleaning stuff, but of all my rooms, this one would be kept the neatest. My kitchen utensils would be fairly organized and I’d make sure there was a place for everything. This room would also need a chimney, because I’d be cooking things over a fire.
I’m not sure whether hobbits had modern plumbing systems, but if not, there can’t really be a bathroom… I’d probably just have to go outside.
The outer rooms would be less polished. with just dirt floors and walls. Most of them would be used for storage, both for food and my collections of stuff. In real life, I collect plastic eggs, bouncy balls, toy dinosaurs, and plush turtles. In this world, I would collect whatever the equivalents of those things are. My collections would be partially organized, partially cluttered, depending on how motivated I got to sort them.
I also like doing art and crafting, so I’d have rooms where I could make a mess with my art supplies and not have to worry about cleaning it up. There would be shelves of art supplies along the edges of these rooms so that everything was easy to access when I wanted it.
My bookshelves would need to be in a room proofed against moisture, but there are too many of them to just fit in one of the living spaces. Therefore, I’d have a specialized book room.
The place would seem like a maze to anyone else, but it’d be familiar to me. It’d be a patchwork of different bits and pieces that I’d scavenged from elsewhere, as well as repurposed objects and various unmatching decorations. I’m a bit of a hoarder, so items relating to my hobbies and interests, as well as just random stuff in general, would be everywhere.
My main living areas would likely have a floor made of smooth stones sunk into the dirt, with soft rugs here and there. Since these rooms would be larger, the walls and ceiling would need supports to prevent them from caving in, and also some sort of insulation to keep the dampness out.
I’d have different sleeping areas for cold and hot weather because I’m assuming air conditioning and heating will have to be done without modern technology. One area can have a fireplace, with a tunnel leading to the surface for a chimney. It would be full of soft blankets and squishy pillows. The other area might be deeper underground, where it’s cooler. If possible, I’d try to make the room sloped, so that half could be filled with a pool of water and the other half would be dry for me to sleep in. I’d probably just sleep directly on the smooth stones of the floor, or, if that was too uncomfortable, a few blankets spread out over the ground.
I would have a room for preparing and eating food, linked by tunnels to different rooms where the food was stored. I’m not a huge fan of cleaning stuff, but of all my rooms, this one would be kept the neatest. My kitchen utensils would be fairly organized and I’d make sure there was a place for everything. This room would also need a chimney, because I’d be cooking things over a fire.
I’m not sure whether hobbits had modern plumbing systems, but if not, there can’t really be a bathroom… I’d probably just have to go outside.
The outer rooms would be less polished. with just dirt floors and walls. Most of them would be used for storage, both for food and my collections of stuff. In real life, I collect plastic eggs, bouncy balls, toy dinosaurs, and plush turtles. In this world, I would collect whatever the equivalents of those things are. My collections would be partially organized, partially cluttered, depending on how motivated I got to sort them.
I also like doing art and crafting, so I’d have rooms where I could make a mess with my art supplies and not have to worry about cleaning it up. There would be shelves of art supplies along the edges of these rooms so that everything was easy to access when I wanted it.
My bookshelves would need to be in a room proofed against moisture, but there are too many of them to just fit in one of the living spaces. Therefore, I’d have a specialized book room.
-Squiggle
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I've added it to the description but the description was too long so I've taken out the manager intros for now (I have them saved in my notes).
should we shorten the manager intros to just being name and pronouns again (and/or neurotype but like in 2 words rather than 20), or should we move them to somewhere else (project, forum post)?
or is there a different part of the description as it currently is that would be better shortened/moved?
should we shorten the manager intros to just being name and pronouns again (and/or neurotype but like in 2 words rather than 20), or should we move them to somewhere else (project, forum post)?
or is there a different part of the description as it currently is that would be better shortened/moved?
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Date UTC: March 24th
Time Comp. UTC: 11:57pm
Point Value: 2500
Part 1: 267/250
Part 2: 226/200
Part 3: 236/200
Part 4: 594/550
Word Count: 1323/1200
Part 1:
A: 51/50
Penelope and her girlfriend Minerva are both detectives working on a case together. As they get further and further into the case, they each draw very different conclusions. They end up fighting about the case. After this fight, they decide to split off and solve the case separately in a friendly rivalry.
B: 59/50
In a flashback, we’re able to see what happened during the crime. The criminal, a woman named Izara, used her supernatural abilities to raid a secret government facility, breaking into an underground prison to break out her boyfriend Judah. She brings down the entire facility with her, stealing several other objects from it and near completely erases her tracks.
C: 55/50
Penelope decides to check out the facility itself, going deeper and deeper into the prison that housed so many magically gifted criminals. Most of them ended up escaping, and thus couldn’t give her any leads. However, she finds one that was left behind, and after a bit of a struggle, she’s able to get answers.
D: 52/50
Minerva takes a different approach, deciding to follow a small lead, a single direction. A guard saw the perpetrator leave toward the north, so Minerva decided to follow that direction. She eventually finds a small house in the middle of nowhere, and when she decides to investigate, she finds Izara and Judah.
E: 50/50
Penelope went to investigate something in a small office building that would supposedly help her figure out what was happening with this government entity. Minerva, meanwhile, had decided to team up with Izara and Judah to take the place down. They meet at the entrance and the two groups clash.
Part 2:
A: 62/50
As Penelope and Minerva start investigating the case, a small file is their biggest lead. It was somewhat destroyed during the break-in, but certain information hadn’t been fully disposed of. Thus, the two of them draw from it during various parts of the story. It mainly focuses on who Izara is, as well as the government division that dealt with her.
B: 52/50
When one of the magical inmates is interviewed, he drops a comment about ‘darn potions’ which leads Penelope to believe that the prisoners were being experimented on. This ends up getting her to discover a file cabinet in the prison that helps answer her questions that she had about the government agency.
C: 53/50
The whole reason that Minerva is able to find Izara in the first place is because of an eyewitness account from a guard that was at the prison during the break-in. The guard had watched her escape to the north, specifically away from the city that was the closest to the prison.
D: 59/50
Penelope is slowed down by slowly combing through the files in the file cabinet, most of which were utterly useless to her, which wasted her precious time. While the information could serve important in capturing other criminals, in this particular case everything in the files was utterly unhelpful. She doesn’t realize this for a while, which isn’t very good.
Part 3:
Interviewed by @Lark06
Lark’s Part: 305 words
My Part: 236
Lark: “You were in the building when the crime was committed, right? Can you remember anything about an individual with a top hat and glitter?”
Bookie: “Oh goodness- Honestly, hun, I can recall every little BIT of our interaction. It ain’t all that pretty, I’ll tell you that.”
Lark: ”Well. Obviously the aftermath was less than pretty. Ecological warfare would tend to muck things up a tad. Let's start from the start, then. Were you frequently in the habit of visiting the Granite River shoals or the nearby roller rink?“
Bookie: “My grandbabies love roller skating, so I take ‘em on the weekends so they can get some energy out. I also go out on the rink from time to time. So to answer your question, yes, hun, quite often.”
Lark: ”Wonderful. Now. Were these… grandbabies, as you say, present at the time of the crime? Do they have any known ties to poachers, professional bass fishers, or lifeguards?! Being a toddler does NOT! except them from the laws of the land.“
Bookie: “*gasp* ExCUSE me, my grandbabies would NEVER commit a crime! The most criminal thing they’ve ever done is being too gosh darn adorable!”
Lark: ”Hm. I can see you're not much of a critical opinion on this topic. I'll have my guys run a background check, but let's move on. At any point during your visit to the roller rink did you notice anything unusual? Absurd, or more so than usual?“
Bookie: “Just that there were some of my old high school buds there. Most of ‘em moved to other countries so it was certainly unusual. Oh yes, and that person you were describin’ earlier. Hun, they had an /atrocious/ sense of fashion, goodness-”
Lark: ”I'll note that. You're absolutely right though. If I ever wore leopard print with a plaid jacket, I would not be out committing crimes. Now, your high school pals… was there a reunion planned? Do you know why they were meeting? Did it have anything to do with Casimir Pulaski day?“
Bookie: “Nope, there wasn't a single message I received. They all didn't really keep in touch with me, which is alright I suppose, but oh well- They were all dispersed around the room, not all together. And with the whole ‘day’ thing, I don't believe so.”
Lark: ”Interesting. Did your school have any clubs, societies, organizations that ever struck you as out-of-place? Secret? We have reason to suspect this was not a one-person crime.“
Bookie: “Weeeeellllll- the drama club was always mighty tight, always goin’ over to someone’s house to have weird parties. Oh yeah, and the ‘secret society of fashion’ club, but that one isn't too relevant.”
Lark: ”I fear that's typical theater kid behavior. But, let's expound on that last bit, shall we. Were those classmates, to your knowledge, present members of the secret society? Would you describe them as snazzy? Sharp-dressed?“
Bookie: “Nah, not in the slightest.”
Lark: ”Perhaps the opposite, then? Atrocious fashion sense?“
Bookie: “Oh yes, it's utterly horrendous!”
Lark: ”Terrible indeed. Well, I appreiciate your cooperation in this interview. We'll be in touch with any further questions. Now, are there any last details you think might be relevant to our investigation?"
Bookie: “Weeeeeellllll- I should probably state that I do have a list of all the people that I went to high school with, sooo-”
Part 4:
Penelope lounged on the couch in her small apartment in Las Vegas. It was so, so quiet, the only noise being a news interview about… a man with atrocious fashion sense? Lovely.
She heard a knock at the door and perked up, springing over to open the door.
“Hi Sweet Pea,” Minerva greeted, stepping into her girlfriend’s apartment, “I have all the files you requested.”
Penelope pumped her fist, “Woo! Thank you!”
Minerva smiled, waltzing over to the table and sitting down. She spread the files over the table. “So, here’s what we’ve got so far. Make sure you look over everything.”
Penelope nodded, sitting next to her. Her eyes started skimming the pages. Prison break-in. The middle of nowhere. Plant magic.
Penelope looked up at Minerva, who was just watching her do what she did best. Minerva tilted her head as she caught her eye, waiting for some sort of question.
“Are you sure that this is everything?”
Minerva nodded. “Yep, this is everything. We’re going to have to search the actual place tomorrow for more clues though.”
“Why not today?”
“We won’t be allowed clearance until tomorrow.” She shrugged. “It’s weird, but we’ll have to deal with it to get answers.”
Penelope took her hand, “Well, at least we’ll be there together.”
Minerva cringed, “Well… yes. But the thing is, I already found a lead without even needing to go there.”
Penelope raised an eyebrow, “And what’s that?”
“We know where the perp went as well as the other person they brought with them. Or, at least what direction they went in.”
“But don’t you think we should study the scene of the crime first?”
Minerva shook her head, “This is too good of a lead to not investigate.”
Penelope pouted, “But I wanted to see the place!”
Minerva tapped her chin, “What if we do both? I follow the criminal, you check out the place?”
Penelope nodded, “And whoever finds something reports to the other?”
Minerva nodded as well, “Works for me.”
Penelope pursed her lips, “Howww about we make this a competition? First person to find something gets… I dunno, to pick the movie next movie night?”
Minerva giggled, holding out her hand to shake, “Sounds like a deal.”
Penelope shook her hand, grinning, “I can’t wait to watch Mean Girls.”
Her girlfriend looked horrified, “No! We’re watching How to Train Your Dragon. Andddd all of the sequels.”
Penelope laughed, “I thought it was just one movie!”
“Well, if I win, it’ll be the entire saga.”
She rolled her eyes, “Okay, fine. Then if I win we also have to watch the Princess Diaries.”
Minerva groaned, “Really? Those movies?”
Penelope grinned, “Yep. Those movies.”
“Well… okay. But I’m going to win anyway so it’s not going to matter in the end.” Minerva said, giggling.
“Nooo, I’m going to get to watch my chick flicks! And you’re going to like it!”
A figure flashed by the window, but neither of the girls noticed.
Minerva huffed, “Okay… fineee. But I still think I’m going to find the perp first.”
Penelope tussled her hair, “We’ll see tomorrow.”
Minerva nodded, grinning. She grabbed a file folder and opened it, “I’d better start preparing by looking at some pictures from the security tapes.”
Penelope grabbed another folder, “And I’d better start preparing by… uh, I dunno, but I’ll figure it out.”
Minerva laughed, laying her head on Penelope’s shoulder, “You’d better be quick. You don’t have a lot of time.”
Penelope smiled, patting her head, “No, but I work best under pressure. You know that.”
Time Comp. UTC: 11:57pm
Point Value: 2500
Part 1: 267/250
Part 2: 226/200
Part 3: 236/200
Part 4: 594/550
Word Count: 1323/1200
Part 1:
A: 51/50
Penelope and her girlfriend Minerva are both detectives working on a case together. As they get further and further into the case, they each draw very different conclusions. They end up fighting about the case. After this fight, they decide to split off and solve the case separately in a friendly rivalry.
B: 59/50
In a flashback, we’re able to see what happened during the crime. The criminal, a woman named Izara, used her supernatural abilities to raid a secret government facility, breaking into an underground prison to break out her boyfriend Judah. She brings down the entire facility with her, stealing several other objects from it and near completely erases her tracks.
C: 55/50
Penelope decides to check out the facility itself, going deeper and deeper into the prison that housed so many magically gifted criminals. Most of them ended up escaping, and thus couldn’t give her any leads. However, she finds one that was left behind, and after a bit of a struggle, she’s able to get answers.
D: 52/50
Minerva takes a different approach, deciding to follow a small lead, a single direction. A guard saw the perpetrator leave toward the north, so Minerva decided to follow that direction. She eventually finds a small house in the middle of nowhere, and when she decides to investigate, she finds Izara and Judah.
E: 50/50
Penelope went to investigate something in a small office building that would supposedly help her figure out what was happening with this government entity. Minerva, meanwhile, had decided to team up with Izara and Judah to take the place down. They meet at the entrance and the two groups clash.
Part 2:
A: 62/50
As Penelope and Minerva start investigating the case, a small file is their biggest lead. It was somewhat destroyed during the break-in, but certain information hadn’t been fully disposed of. Thus, the two of them draw from it during various parts of the story. It mainly focuses on who Izara is, as well as the government division that dealt with her.
B: 52/50
When one of the magical inmates is interviewed, he drops a comment about ‘darn potions’ which leads Penelope to believe that the prisoners were being experimented on. This ends up getting her to discover a file cabinet in the prison that helps answer her questions that she had about the government agency.
C: 53/50
The whole reason that Minerva is able to find Izara in the first place is because of an eyewitness account from a guard that was at the prison during the break-in. The guard had watched her escape to the north, specifically away from the city that was the closest to the prison.
D: 59/50
Penelope is slowed down by slowly combing through the files in the file cabinet, most of which were utterly useless to her, which wasted her precious time. While the information could serve important in capturing other criminals, in this particular case everything in the files was utterly unhelpful. She doesn’t realize this for a while, which isn’t very good.
Part 3:
Interviewed by @Lark06
Lark’s Part: 305 words
My Part: 236
Lark: “You were in the building when the crime was committed, right? Can you remember anything about an individual with a top hat and glitter?”
Bookie: “Oh goodness- Honestly, hun, I can recall every little BIT of our interaction. It ain’t all that pretty, I’ll tell you that.”
Lark: ”Well. Obviously the aftermath was less than pretty. Ecological warfare would tend to muck things up a tad. Let's start from the start, then. Were you frequently in the habit of visiting the Granite River shoals or the nearby roller rink?“
Bookie: “My grandbabies love roller skating, so I take ‘em on the weekends so they can get some energy out. I also go out on the rink from time to time. So to answer your question, yes, hun, quite often.”
Lark: ”Wonderful. Now. Were these… grandbabies, as you say, present at the time of the crime? Do they have any known ties to poachers, professional bass fishers, or lifeguards?! Being a toddler does NOT! except them from the laws of the land.“
Bookie: “*gasp* ExCUSE me, my grandbabies would NEVER commit a crime! The most criminal thing they’ve ever done is being too gosh darn adorable!”
Lark: ”Hm. I can see you're not much of a critical opinion on this topic. I'll have my guys run a background check, but let's move on. At any point during your visit to the roller rink did you notice anything unusual? Absurd, or more so than usual?“
Bookie: “Just that there were some of my old high school buds there. Most of ‘em moved to other countries so it was certainly unusual. Oh yes, and that person you were describin’ earlier. Hun, they had an /atrocious/ sense of fashion, goodness-”
Lark: ”I'll note that. You're absolutely right though. If I ever wore leopard print with a plaid jacket, I would not be out committing crimes. Now, your high school pals… was there a reunion planned? Do you know why they were meeting? Did it have anything to do with Casimir Pulaski day?“
Bookie: “Nope, there wasn't a single message I received. They all didn't really keep in touch with me, which is alright I suppose, but oh well- They were all dispersed around the room, not all together. And with the whole ‘day’ thing, I don't believe so.”
Lark: ”Interesting. Did your school have any clubs, societies, organizations that ever struck you as out-of-place? Secret? We have reason to suspect this was not a one-person crime.“
Bookie: “Weeeeellllll- the drama club was always mighty tight, always goin’ over to someone’s house to have weird parties. Oh yeah, and the ‘secret society of fashion’ club, but that one isn't too relevant.”
Lark: ”I fear that's typical theater kid behavior. But, let's expound on that last bit, shall we. Were those classmates, to your knowledge, present members of the secret society? Would you describe them as snazzy? Sharp-dressed?“
Bookie: “Nah, not in the slightest.”
Lark: ”Perhaps the opposite, then? Atrocious fashion sense?“
Bookie: “Oh yes, it's utterly horrendous!”
Lark: ”Terrible indeed. Well, I appreiciate your cooperation in this interview. We'll be in touch with any further questions. Now, are there any last details you think might be relevant to our investigation?"
Bookie: “Weeeeeellllll- I should probably state that I do have a list of all the people that I went to high school with, sooo-”
Part 4:
Penelope lounged on the couch in her small apartment in Las Vegas. It was so, so quiet, the only noise being a news interview about… a man with atrocious fashion sense? Lovely.
She heard a knock at the door and perked up, springing over to open the door.
“Hi Sweet Pea,” Minerva greeted, stepping into her girlfriend’s apartment, “I have all the files you requested.”
Penelope pumped her fist, “Woo! Thank you!”
Minerva smiled, waltzing over to the table and sitting down. She spread the files over the table. “So, here’s what we’ve got so far. Make sure you look over everything.”
Penelope nodded, sitting next to her. Her eyes started skimming the pages. Prison break-in. The middle of nowhere. Plant magic.
Penelope looked up at Minerva, who was just watching her do what she did best. Minerva tilted her head as she caught her eye, waiting for some sort of question.
“Are you sure that this is everything?”
Minerva nodded. “Yep, this is everything. We’re going to have to search the actual place tomorrow for more clues though.”
“Why not today?”
“We won’t be allowed clearance until tomorrow.” She shrugged. “It’s weird, but we’ll have to deal with it to get answers.”
Penelope took her hand, “Well, at least we’ll be there together.”
Minerva cringed, “Well… yes. But the thing is, I already found a lead without even needing to go there.”
Penelope raised an eyebrow, “And what’s that?”
“We know where the perp went as well as the other person they brought with them. Or, at least what direction they went in.”
“But don’t you think we should study the scene of the crime first?”
Minerva shook her head, “This is too good of a lead to not investigate.”
Penelope pouted, “But I wanted to see the place!”
Minerva tapped her chin, “What if we do both? I follow the criminal, you check out the place?”
Penelope nodded, “And whoever finds something reports to the other?”
Minerva nodded as well, “Works for me.”
Penelope pursed her lips, “Howww about we make this a competition? First person to find something gets… I dunno, to pick the movie next movie night?”
Minerva giggled, holding out her hand to shake, “Sounds like a deal.”
Penelope shook her hand, grinning, “I can’t wait to watch Mean Girls.”
Her girlfriend looked horrified, “No! We’re watching How to Train Your Dragon. Andddd all of the sequels.”
Penelope laughed, “I thought it was just one movie!”
“Well, if I win, it’ll be the entire saga.”
She rolled her eyes, “Okay, fine. Then if I win we also have to watch the Princess Diaries.”
Minerva groaned, “Really? Those movies?”
Penelope grinned, “Yep. Those movies.”
“Well… okay. But I’m going to win anyway so it’s not going to matter in the end.” Minerva said, giggling.
“Nooo, I’m going to get to watch my chick flicks! And you’re going to like it!”
A figure flashed by the window, but neither of the girls noticed.
Minerva huffed, “Okay… fineee. But I still think I’m going to find the perp first.”
Penelope tussled her hair, “We’ll see tomorrow.”
Minerva nodded, grinning. She grabbed a file folder and opened it, “I’d better start preparing by looking at some pictures from the security tapes.”
Penelope grabbed another folder, “And I’d better start preparing by… uh, I dunno, but I’ll figure it out.”
Minerva laughed, laying her head on Penelope’s shoulder, “You’d better be quick. You don’t have a lot of time.”
Penelope smiled, patting her head, “No, but I work best under pressure. You know that.”
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Word Count: 443
You look in awe as you stumble across a hobbit hole in the middle of the forest. It looks carved out of alive wood - the outside is overgrown with calming vines and you quickly reach to twist the knob. When you do, a girl wearing soft green overalls stands in the doorway.
“Sorry,” you mumble. “I didn't know anyone lived here.”
The girl seems to look blankly away, thinking.
She breathed out a sigh. “I can take you for a look around. As long as you don't touch anything.” She looks skeptical.
You give her a pleading stare, and she ushers you to step in. Immediately you're flooded with a scent of warm caramel cookies. A small wooden table is the first sight, with a potted cactus in the middle and delicious sweets set on top of it. Beside the table there are three bookshelves, all brightly colored with different stories.
The window behind everything is covered with a floppy leaf. It doesn’t do a very good job with blocking the wind, but the cooling air is refreshing when you breathe it in, a drastic comparison between the humid heat outside.
A chair is set near the window, with a book on it. You look at the girl, who’s standing around awkwardly and gestures for her to tell you more.
“Well,” she began. “This is my library, sort of. I have tea here while reading books. Sometimes I write as well - it just depends on what sort of mood I’m in…”
You nod, and she leads you to the next area. An earthy smell awaits.
There is a huge bed with a plaid, light brown blanket. At least ten soft pillows lay on top of it. You immediately get ready to launch on top with it, but the girl snaps and gives you a stare. Walking around, you find long brown curtains, matching the blanket, which seems to compliment the green shades of the walls.
The room connected to the bedroom has a huge pond that has ducks swimming about. It looks sort of like an animal conservatory - squirrels dash through one tree to another, and small creatures run about. As you tilt your head to look at the ceiling, you find that there’s a gap - where bluejays take flight in and out.
You realize that you’ve been staring at the wildlife for too long and you quickly adjust your bag strap embarrassingly. The girl shrugs.
“That’s kind of all there is to it. For now, I guess.”
“That’s amazing.”
She holds out a hand, and you shake it gently.
You walk out of the circular front door, amazed at what you’ve witnessed.
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Word Count: 443
You look in awe as you stumble across a hobbit hole in the middle of the forest. It looks carved out of alive wood - the outside is overgrown with calming vines and you quickly reach to twist the knob. When you do, a girl wearing soft green overalls stands in the doorway.
“Sorry,” you mumble. “I didn't know anyone lived here.”
The girl seems to look blankly away, thinking.
She breathed out a sigh. “I can take you for a look around. As long as you don't touch anything.” She looks skeptical.
You give her a pleading stare, and she ushers you to step in. Immediately you're flooded with a scent of warm caramel cookies. A small wooden table is the first sight, with a potted cactus in the middle and delicious sweets set on top of it. Beside the table there are three bookshelves, all brightly colored with different stories.
The window behind everything is covered with a floppy leaf. It doesn’t do a very good job with blocking the wind, but the cooling air is refreshing when you breathe it in, a drastic comparison between the humid heat outside.
A chair is set near the window, with a book on it. You look at the girl, who’s standing around awkwardly and gestures for her to tell you more.
“Well,” she began. “This is my library, sort of. I have tea here while reading books. Sometimes I write as well - it just depends on what sort of mood I’m in…”
You nod, and she leads you to the next area. An earthy smell awaits.
There is a huge bed with a plaid, light brown blanket. At least ten soft pillows lay on top of it. You immediately get ready to launch on top with it, but the girl snaps and gives you a stare. Walking around, you find long brown curtains, matching the blanket, which seems to compliment the green shades of the walls.
The room connected to the bedroom has a huge pond that has ducks swimming about. It looks sort of like an animal conservatory - squirrels dash through one tree to another, and small creatures run about. As you tilt your head to look at the ceiling, you find that there’s a gap - where bluejays take flight in and out.
You realize that you’ve been staring at the wildlife for too long and you quickly adjust your bag strap embarrassingly. The girl shrugs.
“That’s kind of all there is to it. For now, I guess.”
“That’s amazing.”
She holds out a hand, and you shake it gently.
You walk out of the circular front door, amazed at what you’ve witnessed.
Mar 24, 2024 23:51:15
How do you make custom C blocks in the scratch forums?
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see this post, as it explains it quite well, but you use curly brackets:
{
}
to make c blocks, like this:
turns into this:
{
}
to make c blocks, like this:
this isn't a real block {
} :: motion
this isn't a real block {
} :: motionYou can also add stacked blocks, or inputs and other things inside of the c block, and extend them:a (stacked :: stack hat pen){
} long <inputted ::variables>{
} c block :: custom-arga (stacked :: stack hat pen){
} long <inputted ::variables>{
} c block :: custom-argthe wiki also has an article on how to do so.
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White Dove's strange S3 bug has finally been found!
Due to the terrible S3 speed, and a minor code oversight that never caused any problems during TW, WD was actually so slow, that it didn't even finish evaluating the FIRST move of the lowest depth!
This was caused by the enormous amount of extensions, which sometimes caused WD to get to ply-8 (on Scratch 3!). This removed all performance during more tactical lines.
The new version should hopefully fix this, improve the opening book, and tweak some evaluation parameters.
Though this will take some time, I'm pretty confident this will have a massive impact on WDs S3 performance, so I want to make sure I do it right
(Also @ArnoHu , can you turn on exporting & eval in the study, as this makes it much easier to test & debug, thanks!)
Due to the terrible S3 speed, and a minor code oversight that never caused any problems during TW, WD was actually so slow, that it didn't even finish evaluating the FIRST move of the lowest depth!
This was caused by the enormous amount of extensions, which sometimes caused WD to get to ply-8 (on Scratch 3!). This removed all performance during more tactical lines.
The new version should hopefully fix this, improve the opening book, and tweak some evaluation parameters.
Though this will take some time, I'm pretty confident this will have a massive impact on WDs S3 performance, so I want to make sure I do it right
(Also @ArnoHu , can you turn on exporting & eval in the study, as this makes it much easier to test & debug, thanks!)
Mar 24, 2024 23:48:59
♫♫ The Piano Shop ♫♫ Quality music services since 25 May 2022 ♫♫ Offering all kinds of music! ♫♫
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https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/988910362/ i know i didnt claim it but oh well, it only took three minutes.You could make it real quick and unshare it when I get the sfxI mean. I could try, but I don't want my account to be banned..Ok, because I really need it to be done by October 31st, and if the order are not done my game has to be delayedI think they didn't. However, they weren't added to the UOC because I didn't know if MistaLOD had only taken one or all of your orders (and, by the way, I was worried the forums wouldn't let me post a really big post, as there was a day when I couldn't update the UOC over 10,000 characters. Anyway, I'll ask MistaLOD on their profile about this and I'll add the orders now.Wait but did my music orders get deleted as well?his order was a sfx of somethign kinda disturbing, so im guessing the scratch team didnt like thatRemoved order from post #1664 from the UOC (Gomongemu's sfx order) as order post and quotes got deleted by the ST.what happened? also i know im on leave im just gonna stalk the shop
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vents— or vent posts —are ways of expressing emotion. vents can be positive or negative, with most being negative. “i am concerned about the creator of this project” is a reportable offense, which is most likely why they got blocked if the account was a vent account. reporting for this reason (if valid) will give the scratcher that shared the project a list of mental health hotlines. i don’t know what the block looks like, and i suggest using “contact us” to find out why they were blocked. remember: the reason won’t be exact.
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Perhaps in some coding languages (looking at Java, C, C++, etc) but in JavaScript, which Scratch uses under the hood, arrays can be as long as you want them to belists are different then arrays.no support.In Scratch, “arrays” are called “lists,” even though most programming languages call them “arrays.” A beginner is more likely to understand “list” than “array.” Why can't mod be renamed?
modulus is a main function in programming. if you don't know what it means, you can just right click it, and click help
when you set arrays, you have to set them to only have a certain amount of variables
lists can have infinite
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I am in dire need of Ideas for filler projects.
I am working on something big but, I have not posted on scratch for quite a bit and neeeeed to start being more active
thank you
I am working on something big but, I have not posted on scratch for quite a bit and neeeeed to start being more active
thank you
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Your project Is super cool!
minor issue: the bubbles in the water occasionally overlap with the house. I'm no expert, but this seems like a hard fix, and you might already be aware of it?
minor issue: the bubbles in the water occasionally overlap with the house. I'm no expert, but this seems like a hard fix, and you might already be aware of it?
Mar 24, 2024 23:42:36
How do you make custom C blocks in the scratch forums?
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^^^
If you don't understand what it means, how do you create a customized C block in the forums? I'm talking about
Any help would be very much appreciated
If you don't understand what it means, how do you create a customized C block in the forums? I'm talking about
if <> thenbut with a different thing at the top.
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Any help would be very much appreciated
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it takes around a month to get scratcher status. this is for user safety and to help prevent trolls, with these features being restricted:
30 second wait time in between comments (normally 10)
120 second wait time in between forum posts (normally 60)
can’t own or create studios
can’t use images on forums
verifying your email only enables sharing, following and commenting.
30 second wait time in between comments (normally 10)
120 second wait time in between forum posts (normally 60)
can’t own or create studios
can’t use images on forums
verifying your email only enables sharing, following and commenting.
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Daily March 24
Walking towards hobbit hole, you notice the outside lawn has a variety of flowers outside, tiger lilies being the primary one. The door is painted a light blue, with a nice white trim, complementing the grassy green of the outside walls. Walking inside, you notice the place is a cluttered sort of organized, with nothing in it's place but everything exactly where it would be found by it's owner. The walls were a grey blue, with a cream tile floor in the main entry room, which was comprised of a small kitchen and a nice area to eat. On the counter was a large coffee pot and various coffee mugs. The coffee mugs were a variety of themes, from band kid to brass section, from Ravenclaw to cat themed, from author to music. None of the mugs were straight, and some of them sat dirty next to the small sink. Near the sink was a bluetooth speaker, perfect for playing music for the entire main room. The table was clean, minus a napkin holder, and a small stack of papers, ranging from homework papers to random drawings. Nearby the table was a charger, snaking from the nearby outlit, perfect to plug a chromebook up to. You leave the main room, going to a soundproof music room, complete with a grand piano, mutiple music stands, walls piled high with perfectly organized sheet music. Nearby were a varitey of brass instuments, namely a french horn and a mellophone. Mutiple microphones were located across the room, some connected to speakers while others were just to practice proper vocal edicuate. One was located on a stand with an arm that reached out, perfect for the vocalist who also played piano. On the piano bench was a bright red bag, filled to the brin with a range of sheet music, some piano lesson books, some vocal books in both English and Italian, other french horn music for band class. On the piano sat a blue 1991 Baptist Hymnal and a blue art bag full of stick notes, pencils, and batteries. On the walls were two certificates, each marked superior, for vocal music, as well as a golden ticket labeled premier preformer and a certificate marking the owners position as drum major. Walking back into the main room, and into a different hallway, you find a small room, leading deeper underground, to a safe, tornado proof basement. Again, this room is soundproof, with speakers to play music from to block out any possible sound, with various blankets, pullows, stuff animals, books, notebook paper, art supplies, and anything a person might need to distract themself from the outside. Walking out of the basement and into a large room, you notice the walls are painted a brighter blue, but on the ground is a grey carpet. Speakers again are in the room, there to play music on. The windows are blocked with dark curtains, making the room dark and without light, minus a small nightlight in the back corner. Again the room was cluttered, yet everything was were it needed to be. On one wall, a line of acedemic achevements, including Beta placks and red certerificates for school. On another, a line of Magkoaian realted lore, including a map of the main Magkoaian islane, drawings of Phoenix, pictures of Rusty, and detailed descritions of all the information about Magkoa culture. On another, a dark green cloak hangs on a plastic comand hook, along with a homemade quiver full of arrows and a bow. A blue whistle also hangs there. On the final wall, bookselves to the celing, filled with books, along with a cozy book nook. The closet was simple, with only four dresses in it: two plain blue dresses, one green dress, and one silver dress. A silver cartigan also hung nearby, as well as a nice, formal suit. Clothing was hastily folded, mostly t-shirts with various prints representing clubs or Jesus. Pants were sweatpants, a single pair of jenes, and gym shorts. Five pairs of shoes lined the floor of the closet: a single pair of marching shoes, a pair of knee-high boots, a pair of snow boots, a pair of blue tennis shoes, and a pair of silver dress shoes. In the nearby landray basket, a long black dress with golden sparkles laid wrinkled, hanging over the side. Nearby, a bunk bed stood tall, with the bottom used for homework and reading, while the top one was unkept, with an unreasonable amount of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals, with the main pillow a ladybug pillow. A small Amazon box laid on top of the bed, nestled against the wall, with a small notebook, a pencil, a flashlight, and the perfect little place to place glasses in. Over the corner post of the bunk bed was a black hoodie marked with a school mascot, a year, and a simple name. On the floor was a variety of art works, writing supplies, and school work, all half done. Off to another side room was a small bathroom, the wall cluttered with sticky notes, full of reminders. Nearby was a shower, with a shower speaker to play music on. Near the bathroom sink was a place with headbands, and various jewery. The most notiable was a small silver ring with three blue stones, a blue and black bracelet with the letters FRENCHORN, a silver oakleaf necklace, and a star silver headband. On the sink was important papers for the next day at school, and various other things the owner of the house didn't want to lose. Two chargers snaked out of the nearby outlet, one for a chromebook and the other for a phone. The outlet also had a night light and a storm surge protector built into it. Eventually, it was time for you to leave the small hobbit hole of Chloe. As you were walking out, you happened to notice a blue uniform tucked into the corner of the bedroom. A black uniform with blue flames sneaking up the arms and legs. You glanced at it, but decided to leave the owner's secrets alone, walking out the light blue door, and back into the world of everyone else.
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“It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…” To honour Tolkien Reading Day tomorrow, let's take a breather to really fall into Middle Earth
Walking towards hobbit hole, you notice the outside lawn has a variety of flowers outside, tiger lilies being the primary one. The door is painted a light blue, with a nice white trim, complementing the grassy green of the outside walls. Walking inside, you notice the place is a cluttered sort of organized, with nothing in it's place but everything exactly where it would be found by it's owner. The walls were a grey blue, with a cream tile floor in the main entry room, which was comprised of a small kitchen and a nice area to eat. On the counter was a large coffee pot and various coffee mugs. The coffee mugs were a variety of themes, from band kid to brass section, from Ravenclaw to cat themed, from author to music. None of the mugs were straight, and some of them sat dirty next to the small sink. Near the sink was a bluetooth speaker, perfect for playing music for the entire main room. The table was clean, minus a napkin holder, and a small stack of papers, ranging from homework papers to random drawings. Nearby the table was a charger, snaking from the nearby outlit, perfect to plug a chromebook up to. You leave the main room, going to a soundproof music room, complete with a grand piano, mutiple music stands, walls piled high with perfectly organized sheet music. Nearby were a varitey of brass instuments, namely a french horn and a mellophone. Mutiple microphones were located across the room, some connected to speakers while others were just to practice proper vocal edicuate. One was located on a stand with an arm that reached out, perfect for the vocalist who also played piano. On the piano bench was a bright red bag, filled to the brin with a range of sheet music, some piano lesson books, some vocal books in both English and Italian, other french horn music for band class. On the piano sat a blue 1991 Baptist Hymnal and a blue art bag full of stick notes, pencils, and batteries. On the walls were two certificates, each marked superior, for vocal music, as well as a golden ticket labeled premier preformer and a certificate marking the owners position as drum major. Walking back into the main room, and into a different hallway, you find a small room, leading deeper underground, to a safe, tornado proof basement. Again, this room is soundproof, with speakers to play music from to block out any possible sound, with various blankets, pullows, stuff animals, books, notebook paper, art supplies, and anything a person might need to distract themself from the outside. Walking out of the basement and into a large room, you notice the walls are painted a brighter blue, but on the ground is a grey carpet. Speakers again are in the room, there to play music on. The windows are blocked with dark curtains, making the room dark and without light, minus a small nightlight in the back corner. Again the room was cluttered, yet everything was were it needed to be. On one wall, a line of acedemic achevements, including Beta placks and red certerificates for school. On another, a line of Magkoaian realted lore, including a map of the main Magkoaian islane, drawings of Phoenix, pictures of Rusty, and detailed descritions of all the information about Magkoa culture. On another, a dark green cloak hangs on a plastic comand hook, along with a homemade quiver full of arrows and a bow. A blue whistle also hangs there. On the final wall, bookselves to the celing, filled with books, along with a cozy book nook. The closet was simple, with only four dresses in it: two plain blue dresses, one green dress, and one silver dress. A silver cartigan also hung nearby, as well as a nice, formal suit. Clothing was hastily folded, mostly t-shirts with various prints representing clubs or Jesus. Pants were sweatpants, a single pair of jenes, and gym shorts. Five pairs of shoes lined the floor of the closet: a single pair of marching shoes, a pair of knee-high boots, a pair of snow boots, a pair of blue tennis shoes, and a pair of silver dress shoes. In the nearby landray basket, a long black dress with golden sparkles laid wrinkled, hanging over the side. Nearby, a bunk bed stood tall, with the bottom used for homework and reading, while the top one was unkept, with an unreasonable amount of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals, with the main pillow a ladybug pillow. A small Amazon box laid on top of the bed, nestled against the wall, with a small notebook, a pencil, a flashlight, and the perfect little place to place glasses in. Over the corner post of the bunk bed was a black hoodie marked with a school mascot, a year, and a simple name. On the floor was a variety of art works, writing supplies, and school work, all half done. Off to another side room was a small bathroom, the wall cluttered with sticky notes, full of reminders. Nearby was a shower, with a shower speaker to play music on. Near the bathroom sink was a place with headbands, and various jewery. The most notiable was a small silver ring with three blue stones, a blue and black bracelet with the letters FRENCHORN, a silver oakleaf necklace, and a star silver headband. On the sink was important papers for the next day at school, and various other things the owner of the house didn't want to lose. Two chargers snaked out of the nearby outlet, one for a chromebook and the other for a phone. The outlet also had a night light and a storm surge protector built into it. Eventually, it was time for you to leave the small hobbit hole of Chloe. As you were walking out, you happened to notice a blue uniform tucked into the corner of the bedroom. A black uniform with blue flames sneaking up the arms and legs. You glanced at it, but decided to leave the owner's secrets alone, walking out the light blue door, and back into the world of everyone else.
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What this person means is that if you have this code:I still don’t understand..HAT BLOCK OMG WOW :: control :: hatThen you can drag it on top of:
C BLOCK OMG WOW {
} :: eventsNORMAL BLOCK OMG WOW :: looksAnyways, no support, there isn't really a point and it would simply take up the Scratch Team's resources.
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What this person means is that if you have this code:
HAT BLOCK OMG WOW :: control :: hatThen you can drag it on top of:
C BLOCK OMG WOW{
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NORMAL BLOCK OMG WOW :: looksAnyways, no support, there isn't really a point and it would simply take up the Scratch Team's resources.
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March 24 ~ 410 words ~ 500 points
Through twisting hallways and interchanging paths, there lives a hobbit hole.
Bookshelves lined down every wall, in the hobbit hole.
Moss carpeting the floor, blankets woven of golden thread, comforting the hobbit hole.
Stack after stack of stuffed animals, each creature perching delicately, animating the hobbit hole.
Trays filled with desserts of all types, brownies and mille feuille, sweetening the hobbit hole.
Flowers growing side by side, up and down the walls, livening the hobbit hole.
A skylight on the roof, lamps all around, brightening the hobbit hole.
Rain pounding on the windows, keeping the storm at bay, protecting the hobbit hole.
Cozy chairs and comfy couches, softening the hobbit hole.
Writing desks with laptops and pens, inspiring the hobbit hole.
Markers and sketching books lining tables, enhancing the hobbit hole.
Pitchers of lemonade and water all set out to drink, refreshing the hobbit hole.
Rows of crafts laid out to be built, energizing the hobbit hole.
Stacks of LEGO blocks piled up into houses, constructing the hobbit hole.
Paintings line the walls, water colored by this artist, creating the hobbit hole.
Speakers and record players scattered ‘round the room, hearing the hobbit hole.
Pine trees standing by the door, branches reaching skyward, supporting the hobbit hole.
Sun always shining bright, other than the rainy days, illuminating the hobbit hole.
Secret passage ways leading everywhere, guiding the hobbit hole.
Refrigerator always stocked, snacks always prepared, nourishing the hobbit hole.
Door wide open, receiving guests, accompanying the hobbit hole.
Smiles on every face, frowns out the window, cheering up the hobbit hole.
Papers out on every surface, waiting for thoughts to be written on, shining in the hobbit hole.
There is clutter, but everything placed perfectly in line, straightening up the hobbit hole.
Ticking clocks appearing when wants, timing the hobbit hole.
Magic printers receiving your mind’s thoughts, personifying the hobbit hole.
Leaves and branches reaching out, swaying in the breeze, warming up the hobbit hole.
Storms every once in a while, electrocuting the hobbit hole.
Lots of room to roam outside, freshening the hobbit hole.
Laughter coming from every place, heartening the hobbit hole.
A fireplace teaming with warmth, kindling the hobbit hole.
A natural creak out in the forest, waiting to be swum in, flushing the hobbit hole.
Arms wide open, hugs delivered, delighting the hobbit hole.
Hobbit holes in the hobbit hole becoming one with the hobbit hole.
Fellow writer and artist, Toko, living in the hobbit hole.
March 24 ~ 410 words ~ 500 points
Through twisting hallways and interchanging paths, there lives a hobbit hole.
Bookshelves lined down every wall, in the hobbit hole.
Moss carpeting the floor, blankets woven of golden thread, comforting the hobbit hole.
Stack after stack of stuffed animals, each creature perching delicately, animating the hobbit hole.
Trays filled with desserts of all types, brownies and mille feuille, sweetening the hobbit hole.
Flowers growing side by side, up and down the walls, livening the hobbit hole.
A skylight on the roof, lamps all around, brightening the hobbit hole.
Rain pounding on the windows, keeping the storm at bay, protecting the hobbit hole.
Cozy chairs and comfy couches, softening the hobbit hole.
Writing desks with laptops and pens, inspiring the hobbit hole.
Markers and sketching books lining tables, enhancing the hobbit hole.
Pitchers of lemonade and water all set out to drink, refreshing the hobbit hole.
Rows of crafts laid out to be built, energizing the hobbit hole.
Stacks of LEGO blocks piled up into houses, constructing the hobbit hole.
Paintings line the walls, water colored by this artist, creating the hobbit hole.
Speakers and record players scattered ‘round the room, hearing the hobbit hole.
Pine trees standing by the door, branches reaching skyward, supporting the hobbit hole.
Sun always shining bright, other than the rainy days, illuminating the hobbit hole.
Secret passage ways leading everywhere, guiding the hobbit hole.
Refrigerator always stocked, snacks always prepared, nourishing the hobbit hole.
Door wide open, receiving guests, accompanying the hobbit hole.
Smiles on every face, frowns out the window, cheering up the hobbit hole.
Papers out on every surface, waiting for thoughts to be written on, shining in the hobbit hole.
There is clutter, but everything placed perfectly in line, straightening up the hobbit hole.
Ticking clocks appearing when wants, timing the hobbit hole.
Magic printers receiving your mind’s thoughts, personifying the hobbit hole.
Leaves and branches reaching out, swaying in the breeze, warming up the hobbit hole.
Storms every once in a while, electrocuting the hobbit hole.
Lots of room to roam outside, freshening the hobbit hole.
Laughter coming from every place, heartening the hobbit hole.
A fireplace teaming with warmth, kindling the hobbit hole.
A natural creak out in the forest, waiting to be swum in, flushing the hobbit hole.
Arms wide open, hugs delivered, delighting the hobbit hole.
Hobbit holes in the hobbit hole becoming one with the hobbit hole.
Fellow writer and artist, Toko, living in the hobbit hole.
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Critique for @PoppyWriter
Let me just start with the fact that this is already an incredible beginning, and I'm so excited to see what this brings.
This is probably really nitpicky, but you've used “thorn” and its variations three times in the past few lines, so it can get a little repetitive. Is there perhaps another adjective you can use to describe the shrubs? I think if you change just one of them, it would make it a lot better.
Also, I'm a little confused by what you mean by “stay up”. It's possible I'm just tired and am not thinking properly, but it feels like there's more of a story behind this. I assume you're saying that someone wanted to remove the thorny shrubs, but the narrator doesn't want them to, so maybe you could give us a bit of insight as to who this is to help build some character?
I really love this description. I can definitely imagine what this scene looks like based on the adjective “threadbare”. Great word choice there, Poppy!
Poppy. This is incredible. I love the way that you slowly reveal things to us through the dialogue, but you leave it just enough of a mystery that it makes the reader wonder and try to put the clues together. This does so much for the mood of your story, and it definitely is great for giving me a little more insight as to these characters. Also, that simile? Incredible. I would never have thought of it, and comparing the pain in her voice to a literal thing that's told? Absolutely genius.
Oh. My. Goodness. I love the repetition and the emphasis that comes from putting each of these sentences on their own line. It's beautiful, and it's so, so impactful. This was absolutely amazing to read. Truely. Your buildup through the aforementioned literary tools to the last line just makes it so much more powerful. The further I get into this, the more stunning it gets.
This is a really small suggestion, but I feel like this sentence isn't quite as exciting as it could be. Later on, I know you go on to describe what it is that startles the narrator from their thoughts, but perhaps you could begin with that instead? For instance, “The windowsill growing warmer beneath my fingertips startled me from my thoughts.” I probably sound like my social studies teacher right now, but doing so would eliminate passive voice, which ultimately just makes it a lot stronger.
I love the rhyme here, and the “my soul is aflame” is so, so good.
I think this transition might require either putting it in italics (because it seems to be something of a flashback of the main character) or at least some separation from the other parts, like a blank line on either side.
Also, the second paragraph is so well-written. I love the internal conflict with the main character, the sort of denial that came with the heat. Really fascinating to read.
Poppy, how?! You keep creating such wonderful, beautiful, mysterious, insert every other suitable adjective to describe how amazing your writing is parts, and this one's really a gem. Again, love your use of line breaks to make the sentences more impactful. This whole part feels almost dreamlike, like it's not quite real but still reminiscent of reality, and it totally suits the mood and vibes that your piece overall gives me. The song excerpt is perfect here as well, and I love the way that you split up your writing with those little italicized interruptions.
Another really minor thing here, but perhaps you could change it to “Papa, papa,” instead of saying “papa” just once, and this is mainly because it would sort of contrast your narrator's usual cry to their mother in the other italicized pieces, if that makes sense.
Another passive voice thing here, so maybe instead of saying this, you could just shorten it into “The air fills with smoke. The wolves advance.” Short sentences that move into one another quickly definitely tend to build tension, so doing this could help to contribute to that, while also making it sound more…I don't know. Not really professional, but maybe mature? Plus, it also gives you two extra words to work with, should you want to use them.
Whoa. This is such an incredible sentence, and it's so beautiful I love this.
So anyway, overall, I don't have that much critique to give you, mainly because this was just so incredibly well done. Your tension, plot, and word choice was superb, I'm absolutely honored to have had the chance to give you my thoughts on this. I don't know what your other options for the writing competition are, but if you do end up choosing this one, I have no doubt you'll do well in it, though I'm also completely sure that whatever else you might be thinking of entering is equally good or better. Best of luck to you, although I'm sure you don't need it! <3
Mama, mama
The wolves are out tonight
Let me just start with the fact that this is already an incredible beginning, and I'm so excited to see what this brings.
I frantically push my way through the thorny shrubs that had been growing by my house since the day I was born. They never brought forth fruit or flowers, but I insisted they stay up. Even as I’d pull the thorns out every night when I came home, I swore to myself I’d never tear them out.
This is probably really nitpicky, but you've used “thorn” and its variations three times in the past few lines, so it can get a little repetitive. Is there perhaps another adjective you can use to describe the shrubs? I think if you change just one of them, it would make it a lot better.
Also, I'm a little confused by what you mean by “stay up”. It's possible I'm just tired and am not thinking properly, but it feels like there's more of a story behind this. I assume you're saying that someone wanted to remove the thorny shrubs, but the narrator doesn't want them to, so maybe you could give us a bit of insight as to who this is to help build some character?
My mother walks into the room, drying her hands on a threadbare rag.
I really love this description. I can definitely imagine what this scene looks like based on the adjective “threadbare”. Great word choice there, Poppy!
“Again? Truly?”
The pain in her voice is colder than a river on a rainy morning.
“I heard them.”
“They won’t come for you,” she whispers sternly, intently. “They’re dogs. We control them.”
Poppy. This is incredible. I love the way that you slowly reveal things to us through the dialogue, but you leave it just enough of a mystery that it makes the reader wonder and try to put the clues together. This does so much for the mood of your story, and it definitely is great for giving me a little more insight as to these characters. Also, that simile? Incredible. I would never have thought of it, and comparing the pain in her voice to a literal thing that's told? Absolutely genius.
Some of the people on the other side of the thorns and woods call me diseased.
They call me mad.
They call me skittish, like a rat in a trap.
A child that never learned bravery.
I say I’m braver than all of them, because I have defied the wolves thus far.
Oh. My. Goodness. I love the repetition and the emphasis that comes from putting each of these sentences on their own line. It's beautiful, and it's so, so impactful. This was absolutely amazing to read. Truely. Your buildup through the aforementioned literary tools to the last line just makes it so much more powerful. The further I get into this, the more stunning it gets.
I am startled from my thoughts.
This is a really small suggestion, but I feel like this sentence isn't quite as exciting as it could be. Later on, I know you go on to describe what it is that startles the narrator from their thoughts, but perhaps you could begin with that instead? For instance, “The windowsill growing warmer beneath my fingertips startled me from my thoughts.” I probably sound like my social studies teacher right now, but doing so would eliminate passive voice, which ultimately just makes it a lot stronger.
Mama, mama, my soul is aflame
Mama, mama, will I be to blame?
I love the rhyme here, and the “my soul is aflame” is so, so good.
It started when I was eight. I’d seen the wolves for the first time. They’d stopped being a sound heard in the night- they became something to be seen, something to fear.
I’d grown warm. I thought it was just my imagination, my reaction to my fear, until my bedsheets lit up and I was almost scorched in my sleep. I blamed it on the fireplace, saying I’d moved the bed too close to the hearth.
I think this transition might require either putting it in italics (because it seems to be something of a flashback of the main character) or at least some separation from the other parts, like a blank line on either side.
Also, the second paragraph is so well-written. I love the internal conflict with the main character, the sort of denial that came with the heat. Really fascinating to read.
A song my father sang to me, buried in memory, surfaces.
Birds love the trees, the trees love water.
Children love music, music loves the lyre
Wolves love moon, the moon loves silver.
Men love their sun, the sun loves its fire.
If I burn, the wolves will find me.
They follow the moon. Pray to it.
I am of the sun.
Poppy, how?! You keep creating such wonderful, beautiful, mysterious, insert every other suitable adjective to describe how amazing your writing is parts, and this one's really a gem. Again, love your use of line breaks to make the sentences more impactful. This whole part feels almost dreamlike, like it's not quite real but still reminiscent of reality, and it totally suits the mood and vibes that your piece overall gives me. The song excerpt is perfect here as well, and I love the way that you split up your writing with those little italicized interruptions.
Papa, do the wolves cry tears like mine?
Cold, slick, and sweet, like Mama’s finest wine?
Another really minor thing here, but perhaps you could change it to “Papa, papa,” instead of saying “papa” just once, and this is mainly because it would sort of contrast your narrator's usual cry to their mother in the other italicized pieces, if that makes sense.
The air is filling with smoke. The wolves are advancing.
Another passive voice thing here, so maybe instead of saying this, you could just shorten it into “The air fills with smoke. The wolves advance.” Short sentences that move into one another quickly definitely tend to build tension, so doing this could help to contribute to that, while also making it sound more…I don't know. Not really professional, but maybe mature? Plus, it also gives you two extra words to work with, should you want to use them.
They weep for gold and fire, for daylight and hurt.
Whoa. This is such an incredible sentence, and it's so beautiful I love this.
So anyway, overall, I don't have that much critique to give you, mainly because this was just so incredibly well done. Your tension, plot, and word choice was superb, I'm absolutely honored to have had the chance to give you my thoughts on this. I don't know what your other options for the writing competition are, but if you do end up choosing this one, I have no doubt you'll do well in it, though I'm also completely sure that whatever else you might be thinking of entering is equally good or better. Best of luck to you, although I'm sure you don't need it! <3
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Daily for March 24th Word Count - 622 words
“It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort…” To honour Tolkien Reading Day tomorrow, let's take a breather to really fall into Middle Earth Hobbit-holes, our heroes' lovely underground homes, have come to be a fixture of Tolkien's cultural impact. Describe what your own personal hobbit hole might look like - the ambiance, the bookshelves, the secret passageways in your cellar; include details! 400 words for 400 points, and an extra 100 points for providing proof.
My hobbit-hole, well its a little difficult to find but once you've found it once you're able to remember exactly where it is in the forest. When you get close enough, you'll see the little oak door if you're standing in the right spot. I'm only going to tell you that much because I don't want all of you swc-ers finding it and stealing all my motivation mangoes.
Once you're through the door, you'll see a narrow hallway with multiple little corridors that branch of it. If you look into the first room on the right, you'll find my cozy little relaxation room with a fireplace, and pine bookshelves covering every inch of available wall space. An armchair by the fireplace, a comfy sofa, a sturdy old desk on the right with a box of bookmarks on it. There are hundreds of sheets of lined paper on the desk, some that have drafts of stories that I never finished and some that I have finished. Open books everywhere, some with dog-eared corners, and some with bookmarks. Some of the books are as old as my parents who have passed them down to me. Picture books, chapter books, non-fiction books, I keep all of my books, I don't understand why anyone would want to get rid of books. There's a large woven basket filled to the brim with yarn. Different textures, colours, thicknesses, this is for when I need to use my hands. When I have a bit to much energy to sit and read but not enough energy to go outside for a walk, or for a rainy day. A visitor might notice that weird area that bulges out from the wall, I'll just tell them it's just a wall, but its actually a little reading nook with fairy lights and a couple beanbags. One of the bookshelves is movable and you can sneak in there when you need to get away from everything else. I don't know why I told you guys this, it was supposed to be a secret. Well, if you're smart enough to find my hobbit-hole, you would certainly be able to discover this reading nook.
If you keep going forward down the main corridor, you'll see the kitchen. It has a nice sturdy table, and a bowl of fruit on it. It has a window that brings some natural light into the kitchen. I love cooking so you'll see a wide variety of spices on the counters, with lots of undone dishes (I can't find the time to do them, I'm to busy crocheting and reading). It has another small corridor that leads to the cellar. The cellar is the most dark of all the rooms in my hobbit-hole. Not that you need too much light in there anyways. If you look closely you'll see a door that's been blended into the wall with so much care. If you find the key and go through the door, you'll find my bedroom. It has Percy Jackson, KOTLC, Divergent, and so many other posters covering the walls. In the middle is my bed a giant bed with a partially sheer canopy around it for some privacy. You'll also see a tower of squishmallows and other stuffies and throws that have been quite literally thrown on my bed. There's a nightstand next to my bed with a mug of water and a lamp. There's a dresser in the corner, and if you somehow convince me to open it, you'll see clothes stuffed to the brim. I try to keep it clean I really do but at the end of the day its always messy.
If you ever do find my hobbit-hole, I promise I will give you some motivation mangoes.
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I saw something where a person got banned for posting “vents” what is venting? Just want to know so I don't get banned.
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That’s not necessary at all lmboAre you saying you want a hat block to be inside of a c block?
Edit: 1000th post what the heckhow would the green flag work in the c block?Edit: 1000th post what the heckcongrats
I mean THIS:when green flag clicked
if <> then
end
fits around THIS:move (14893) steps
If you grab the hat block. The result would theoretically be THIS:when green flag clicked
if <> then
move (14893) steps
else
end
Edit: I meant that to be a regular IF block.
You can just drag the motion block inside the if block-
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So When You First Get Your Profile… You Get A Status Called “New Scratcher” Well One Day… You Status Well Be Unknown Right Now… Just For The Starting… We Well Talk About That!
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it's a reference to the Semicolon Glitchthanks!
https://en.scratch-wiki.info/wiki/Semicolon_Glitch
What do you mean? I've never seen that (i don't pay attention to signatures usually)look at paddle's signature, there's a semicolon at the end
But it's probably intended by the user
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Are you saying you want a hat block to be inside of a c block?
Edit: 1000th post what the heck
how would the green flag work in the c block?Edit: 1000th post what the heckcongrats
I mean THIS:
when green flag clicked
if <> then
end
fits around THIS:
move (14893) steps
If you grab the hat block. The result would theoretically be THIS:
when green flag clicked
if <> then
move (14893) steps
else
end
Edit: I meant that to be a regular IF block.
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it's a reference to the Semicolon Glitch
https://en.scratch-wiki.info/wiki/Semicolon_Glitch
https://en.scratch-wiki.info/wiki/Semicolon_Glitch
Mar 24, 2024 23:25:11
Making an tactical shooter is it allowed?
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1) I would probably change your plot to not be about ongoing world conflicts, that can get your project taken down or spread a lot of controversy. You can keep your setup - just use fictional, made up countries instead.
2) Realistic guns and blood are not allowed on Scratch, so take those into account when making your project.
3) By realistic, what do you mean? I'll list out some examples in case yours falls under:
3.1) Realistic gunshot and death sound effect
3.2) Gunshot and realistic death sound effect
2) Realistic guns and blood are not allowed on Scratch, so take those into account when making your project.
3) By realistic, what do you mean? I'll list out some examples in case yours falls under:
3.1) Realistic gunshot and death sound effect
3.2) Gunshot and realistic death sound effect
Mar 24, 2024 23:23:16
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Username: @tacolaser (this picture is for my alt account, @dareelcottonmouth_ but I'm still considered a new Scratcher when using it)Accepted! Yes, following the topic does mean that you're following the discussion.
What type of order: Profile Picture
Colors: Green and whatever else you think is best.
Design: I would like a cartoon Cottonmouth (from the Wings of Fire series). There shouldn't be any blood or gore.
Amount of time (2 week min.): 2 weeks
Where to notify: @tacolaser or @dareelcottonmouth_
Are you following the topic? I don't know what that means. If it means if I'm following the discussion, I am.
Other: Thanks in advance.
Thank you!
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Welcome to the forums!
Here in suggestions if something has already been suggested and you make another post on it, your topic will be closed to prevent clutter.
It seems that what italvera linked is a dupe, so this topic will be closed and and you can continue discussion on that one
Here in suggestions if something has already been suggested and you make another post on it, your topic will be closed to prevent clutter.
It seems that what italvera linked is a dupe, so this topic will be closed and and you can continue discussion on that one
Yeah “Sort of”Even if there’s a small difference, it’s still a dupe unfortunately. You can add your copy/paste idea to that suggestion instead, because I believe it’s related enough.
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March 24th, 2024 Daily
If I had a hobbit hole, probably one of the most notable things about it, and also probably the thing I’d want it most to have would be a library. This library would be hand-curated by me, with all kinds of books that I love and a bunch of others that sound really interesting to read. It wouldn’t be entirely dark, because obviously even though it’s underground, I would still need light to read and see the books, so I might have a window, or something that basically acts as a window to give me light. Natural light would be a lot prettier than artificial light, though I would definitely have a nice bright light inside in case I ever felt like reading in the nighttime when it’s already dark out. Ideally, there would be a lot of books and reasonably tall shelves, and most of them would be completely filled, and they’d also be organized by genre and then author’s last name within the genres. I’d have a ladder in there as well, because if I were a hobbit, I probably wouldn’t be tall enough to reach the books on the top shelf, and to be honest, I can’t say that even as a human, I’d be able to reach the things on the top shelf. I’d also have some beanbags in the library so that I could sit there and read comfortably, and maybe a fireplace (on the opposite wall from the books, of course, and a very safe one) that I could sit by in the wintertime.
I’d also want a secret passage into a downstairs writing room, where I can work undisturbed, if I so wish. This place would hopefully have a table where I can write (and snack, perhaps), and a couple of beanbags, once again so that I can have a nice, comfortable place to write, and I’d probably have a very large bulletin board of all the stuff for my novels and short stories. I might have the secret passageway lead up into the library because I want to be able to easily access the library and my books from the writing space, so maybe I’d have a stepladder-type thing going up into the library. I’d also probably want to have a refrigerator in my writing room and a cupboard where I could keep all my snacks, so that way in the case of me getting hungry while writing, I don’t have to go all the way upstairs. This secret writing room would probably also have another entrance from a different room, but I haven’t really thought about how anything other than the library and secret writing room would look.
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Word count: 447 words
Mar 24, 2024 23:21:04
⚘ Poppy's Personal Writing Thread ~ SWC March 2024 ⚘
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⇾ Critique for Sandy ⚘
Hey Sandy! I'm just going to go ahead and jump right into line-by-line notes ^^
{seldom stopping, always talking, never letting go of their heightened anxieties. }
First things first, this is incredible. I love the rhythm of this sentence and how well the tension is displayed in it. Absolutely amazing right off the bat ^^
{The Crimson Wanderer is tired of it all, truth be told}
You used the phrase ‘truth be told’ earlier on in the piece (the paragraph before, I believe), so if the repetition bothers you, you can change that, but I know that the whole repetition thing bothers some and not others <3
{He breaks off as he fidgets with his keys.}
I might add change it to “his voice breaks off as he fidgets”, because when it says ‘breaks off’, my first thought is him breaking off from the Crimson Wanderer, perhaps to join another conversation. Just for clarification's sake ^^
{He has to say the right thing to his dear friend, if he were to have any hope of stopping what will come.}
I love this- it develops the character well and adds hints of intrigue ^^
{It has never happened yet in this loop.}
Ooh, intriguing :00 This is less of a suggestion more than just a question, but I think this is such a cool, intriguing sentence, that it may be fun to play with wording to see if something flows differently rhythmically, such as ‘it has not yet happened in this loop’ or something else. I know that's so small and nitpicky, but nitpicking is the best I can give when the piece is so amazing already <3
{And so everyone stews within the Gate, their inactivity in the grand scheme of things ever clear in their minds.}
I love this :0
{“Truth to be told, one reality disintegrating does not really matter to me,” Kei’ says, voice taking on a trace of boredom.}
Again with the ‘truth be told’ ;D We all have things like that- don't worry ^^
{“I’ve heard enough about my arrogance.”}
This is amazing- such great character building, wonderfully written, and it says a lot in few words. It's amazing <3
{That is the Crimson Wanderer’s last thought as existence ebbs and fades around him.}
'Ebbs and fades around him'. Excellent word choice and imagery <3
{“Do you want to know my mistake? My mistake was that I realized I was the puppeteer far too late.”}
This is a personal opinion, but it may be cool to add a pause between these two sentences, since it adds a level of emphasis and tension that can enhance the piece even further ^^
{“You truly impress me, Claudius, for better or for worse.”}
Like I said earlier, it may be interesting to play with this line rhythmically, such as “Claudius…you truly impress me, for better or worse.”
{the Backrooms continue with their existence just as the two friends of the Court continue with theirs.}
Absolutely amazing way to end this!
As a whole, it's a really great piece, with a lot of intrigue and tension. My only suggestion would be to play with the wording and rhythm of certain lines - great job, Sandy!! <3
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Mar 24, 2024 23:15:20
Dog OS Software! Not Just An Operating System, Something more. Applications open for multiple projects.
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What happened to this?
I went AFK for 3 Years,
But Dog OS is back!
I working on a Turbowarp Centered Kernal for the Dog OS 2.0 which has a Virtual Filesystem, and can run CRIS (Hopefully, Still trying to integrate it) Dog OS 2 will indeed release here, but will run off of entirely Different Kernal.
Here is my plan for the future.
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/988902369/
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