Hello! Welcome to Scratch! I'm purple. on Scratch you can find millions of projects made by millions of users! try making animations or making a game or make constructive comments on other people's projects. If you wanna be an animator here is my oc for reference on yours:
comfirm your email to share projects change your pfp or make comments! if you wanna make games you can make generic platformers (make sure to give credit or you will get banned) not for fame though i personaly dont like generic platformers but you can make one!

starlightsparker wrote:

A way to do this is convert to bitmap, then convert back to vector.

Yup, pretty easy workaround.

I never made one but here is code for if I decide to make one

when green flag clicked
broadcast [start working on a scratch thing in scratch]
say [I'm gonna make scratch in scratch!]

Quantum1993 wrote:

infinitedabber200 wrote:

I’ve tried to reset my password to no avail and support won’t answer my emails. The account is Isaac10998. I’ve supplied DoB, email, everything. Please help.

Do you happen to be using a school-managed device? If so, the email might keep getting blocked.

No, the device isn't school managed. It's hooked up to an iCloud email, if that has anything to do with it.

Hey, anyone remember me? I was just wondering how things were going here.
Is my sphinx and castle still up?
Is there a world download?
Is there going to be a STS6?

Dang, I had a lot of fun on this server…
oh yeah I'm NetheriteCat735 btw

it looks like this topic isn't active anymore

abubriski wrote:

Furret_Productions wrote:

gplb2718 wrote:

DuWeido wrote:

ScratchcatandGobo wrote:

(Insert furnace stuff here)

(Lots of “ok”s)

Did you seriously count all of those requests?

I guess you could use simple multiplication to find the exact number.

Do you go instantly to math whenever talking about some things? Because if so, that's amazing.

Thank you so much! Usually, I just think more mathematically all the time. Life's fun when everything's a geometry problem.

Copilot wrote:

(Verse 1) In the heart of Angel Island, where emerald skies unfold, Knuckles the Echidna, with his fists of crimson gold, Stumbled upon a mystery, a curious delight, A humble can of beans, waiting there in plain sight.

(Pre-Chorus) His knuckles clenched in wonder, he pondered what to do, The beans sat there invitingly, their fate unknown and true, Would they be bland and tasteless, or burst with flavor grand? Knuckles took a deep breath, and he reached out with his hand.

(Chorus) Beans, oh beans, you magical surprise, Knuckles’ taste adventure, under azure skies, He cracked open the can, and the aroma filled the air, His spiky quills stood on end, curiosity and dare.

(Verse 2) The first bean touched his tongue, a texture so unique, Knuckles’ eyes widened, his heart began to speak, Creamy, earthy, savory—oh, what a revelation! These little legumes held a secret fascination.

(Pre-Chorus) He chewed and savored each one, their flavors dancing wild, Knuckles, the guardian, now a bean connoisseur beguiled, From pinto to black, kidney to navy blue, He wondered how he’d lived without this magical brew.

(Chorus) Beans, oh beans, you’ve won his heart and soul, Knuckles’ taste adventure, a story to be told, He shared them with Tails and Sonic, around the campfire’s glow, And they all agreed: beans were the way to go.

(Bridge) In the moonlight’s glow, Knuckles hummed a bean-inspired tune, His echidna heart content, under the starry moon, He dreamed of bean burritos, chili, and refried delight, Knuckles and his newfound love—for beans, he’d fight!

(Chorus) Beans, oh beans, the secret’s now revealed, Knuckles’ taste adventure, forever sealed, So if you’re on Angel Island, seeking culinary bliss, Join Knuckles in his bean quest—it’s a taste you won’t want to miss.

(Outro) And as the emerald sun sets low, casting shadows long, Knuckles sits by the fire, humming his bean song, For beans have woven magic into his echidna soul, And from that day forward, they’ve been his favorite goal.

Side story!

Luna sighed heading back to her cabin. If she was being honest, she just wanted to ignore the whole battle and against Gurtle. She had enough of this. The first stage. Denial.
She walked along a cobble-stoned path like the grass wasn’t on fire and she wasn’t trying not to choke on the smoke and ash like she had already done several times. She walked towards her sibling cabin dystopian to drop off a batch of cookies like people weren’t screaming and burning, destructive flames weren’t being hurled at cabins, trees, and campers. She skipped along as if nothing weird was going on and people were also having a normal cabin wars day.
She knocked on Dystopian’s door, which she pretended wasn’t creaking and falling apart in front of her. A camper opened it. “Hello,” she chirped. “I have a little present for you!” She handed them a basket of mangoes. “I promise you, it’s not a war,” she grinned. The camper looked at the basket, then at her, then at the Chaos outside the cabin.
“Are…you…insane?” The camper gaped at her. “It’s literally destruction and terror out there.”
“Where?” Luna turned around, pretending she didn’t see anything. “Are you okay?”
The camper paused. “I don’t even know anymore,” they sighed and closed the door on her. She felt kind of bad for twisting the truth like that on the camper, but she shrugged anyway and headed back to the main cabin. The roof had collapsed, so she decided to head to Sci-fi instead. In her other hand was a sticky note she planned to post on a cabin. She fanned the sticky note, letting it dance on the breeze as she sauntered down the path, totally “oblivious” to her surroundings. A few campers stopped and stared at her, bewildered. She didn’t mind and smiled at them. Their faces turned into horrified looks of pure shock and she didn’t turn back to them.
She came to Sci-fi and knocked on her door. She pretended she didn’t hear an earsplitting roar behind her and more campers going insane. She “didn’t” even notice. No one answered the door. She sighed and knocked once more. Again, no one answered. “Oh well,” she said to herself and stuck the sticky note under the door where she was sure they would find the war she had just sent them.
She went on her way once more. Someone cried out for help. She paused. She could pretend like they didn’t just cry out. But she was a better person than that. They cried out again, half-sobbing. Luna turned around, heading into the midst of chaos. “I’m coming!” She called. She could barely see anything. It was red and dark. “Where are you?”
“I’m here! Please help!” She raced in the direction of the voice.
She slowed to a jog as she ran into the forest. “Where?”
“Here!” They were closer than she expected, and she sank to the ground and searched through piles of debris and rock. The person stuck out a dirty hand that she almost missed if she hadn’t looked up. “I hear you…” The camper was not completely buried, but ash and soot covered their face, blending them in with their surroundings. Luna got up and pulled them, slowly getting them out of the ashy mess.
“Thank you-” they said, limping a little.
“Of course. Are you hurt?”
They nodded and Luna helped walk them back to camp. She couldn’t help wondering what would’ve happened to this camper if she kept up the act. She sighed. Nothing good, and it would be all her fault.


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Malicondi wrote:

Tag spamming is just a glitch in how the indexer works, and makes it so that the more of the tag you put, the higher up on the page it is. It isn't allowed as it goes against the Terms of Use, so you should report any projects with tag spam if you see them.
section 3.5, item 5 in the TOU if you're wondering.

OHHH. Ok, thanks. I will report this to be closed, as I got what I needed.

Hello!
This studio may be good for a feature? It involves:
- An informative description
- An interesting theme
- A clear thumbnail
- Every point included above
- Interesting, inspiring ideas

https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/34830107

Sounds like you want the

go to x: () y: ()

block to only affect a clone. In that case, I would make a variable called something like:

(am i a clone?) // set to 0, MUST BE FOR THIS SPRITE ONLY

Then, in the code for clones, have this at the beginning.

when I start as a clone
set [am i a clone? v] to (1)

Once you've done this, set up a “move” broadcast to use in place of the motion block. Then, use this code in the sprite you want to move:

when I receive [new message v]
if <(am i a clone?) = (1)> then
go to x: () y: ()
end

I hope this helps!

xXRick_Grimes_twdXx wrote:

42gasp wrote:

xXRick_Grimes_twdXx wrote:

42gasp wrote:

Hola

hoi I just want to know a bit more about the character you suggested and how they might work, my plan as of now is making them apart of the Skinners (which is a group that we wont see for a while)

Name: Cinder Tohawk
Date of birth/age: 11/11 (15)
Species: human
Gender: non-binary
Pronouns: they/them
Personality: Sarcastic, untrusting, violent, somewhat manipulative when they need to be
Descriptions: Cinder has short and very messy hair, about four inches long, that is dyed a dark red. They have pale blue eyes. Their skin is white, although it has an extremely dark tan from being outside a lot, and it has an almost ashy look from being very close to fire frequently. They have a lot of scars all over their body, although most are nearly entirely healed over by now, and are from years ago when they were in the foster system. They have a burn on their lower left calf from an unexpected accident with their flamethrower. They nearly always look very tired, and have pretty big eyebags under their eyes. They wear a maroon tank top and jean shorts in the summer, late spring, and early fall, a red hoodie and black leggings in the fall and spring, and a bland white winter coat and green sweatpants in the winter. They also wear pouches they made out of leaves and things they found mostly in the trash to carry things in, a belt with sheaths for their kn!ves, and a strap for their flamethrower they wear as if it was a sash.
Items: two daggers
Relationships: friends with Drac
Univers(es):
Backstory: their biological parents were caught while crossing from Mexico to America, and were put in jail. While they were, Cinder was stuck in foster care. Their parents were killed in a prison riot, meaning that Cinder would be stuck in foster care until they aged out, but instead they ended up running away when they were ten. They lived on the streets for a few weeks, but were unfortunately captured by an underground science organization, and they were brutally experimented on for a year before eventually escaping from there too. Since then, they met and befriended Drac, and they now live with her.
Sexuality: Lesbian
Here’s their bio, the only thing that would change is that Drac got zombified at some point, as did they (but only half-way). Also they don’t have a flamethrower

AWESOME when do u think you can make designs for cinder and drac (for drac can you do regular and zombified) and same for cinder

So probably I’ll get it done soon, give me a week or two probably
Also, as I said before but not in the forum, Cinder is very attached to Drac and still travels with her. Also they’re probably more childish than they are described as. Also also, would it be possible for their bite to make people go unnoticed (for a time) by walkers, with the trade off of a lowered intelligence, or does that not make sense for the world?

FCUBIC wrote:

notcrowdedaccount wrote:

I'm planning on an object show called Metaos, where instead of it being competiton-based, the characters are making more object shows.

Cool! I like the concept. If you need an animator or a voice actor, I'd be happy to help! Anyway, just wondering, why is the show named Metaos?

Sure!

Side story - 723 words

Kit really wished she’d read Lord of the Rings right now.
She’d gotten the gist of what a balrog was. It was pretty hard not to, with one rampaging around, burning the camp down. But she didn’t know the details… Did it have any weaknesses they could exploit? Would it still have those weaknesses when it was also a turtle?
Normally, she would just check Lord of the Rings Wiki, but her computer had been destroyed, crushed by a falling pillar.
Script was in ruins. The whole camp was in ruins. Everything was on fire, much more than normal, even normal cabin wars. For a camp that worshipped arson so much, they were surprisingly unprepared for a fire-breathing monster.
Kit really should do something. But what? She hadn’t been trained by the frying pan cult. And she didn’t have bug powers like the Thriller campers. She was just an actor playing a child who wants to play with fire, and playing with this fire wasn’t going to do much good. She realized she’d even been slacking on her acting role… Not that it would matter, with the theatron destroyed.
Normal cabin wars she could handle. She loved normal cabin wars. But not this. Cabins were hardly even warring each other today, too, everyone was so busy with Gurtle the Balrog. Of course he chose cabin wars as the day to strike.
What had happened to him? Was he planning it all along? Or did something about this day of chaos get to him, turn him into this beast?
Did it even matter?
She was actually relatively safe just hanging around the wreckage of the Script cabin for the moment. Balrog-Gurtle had already come through there, and was currently busy elsewhere. Still, sitting around here wasn’t doing any good. She should go help. She should go fight. Somehow.
She wasn’t completely powerless, was she? Maybe she could… summon the goats? The old goats from Adventure November 2021? She wasn’t sure where to find them, though… Wait, didn’t Fairy Tales have goats this session? Were the goats okay? She should check if they were okay.
Then it came to her - the bridge trolls! Maybe they could help somehow! Maybe if she convinced them that the Balrog was trying to eat the goats, the goats that the trolls wanted for themselves, they’d help fight it? She wasn’t sure how much good a couple of trolls would do against this beast, but it had to be better than nothing. And if the Balrog ate the trolls… Well, then the trolls wouldn’t be able to terrorize the goats anymore, so no harm there.
She took off running, past Fairy Tales, and to the troll bridge.
There they were, under the bridge - Grumpy and Lovely.
Kit stopped to catch her breath. “Hey- trolls,” she panted. “There’s a- thing. The Balrog? The… the monster that’s destroying camp. It used to be Gurtle- Never mind. The point is, can you help fight it?”
“WHY ME HELP YOU?” said Grumpy.
“Because it’s going to eat the goats if you don’t,” Kit lied. At least, she hoped it was a lie, hoped Gurtle wouldn’t actually hurt the goats.
Grumpy scowled. “BUT ME EAT GOATS.”
“Yes, I know. But if you don’t stop this thing, it’s going to eat all the goats, and there won’t be any left for you! You don’t want that, do you?”
Grumpy stopped to think about that, still scowling.
“Lovely, you want to help, don’t you?” Kit looked at the pink troll desperately.
Lovely shook their head. “That thing seems scary.”
Grumpy nodded. “YES. BARLOG TOO BIG. ME NO FIGHT IT.”
Kit decided not to point out that Grumpy had said Barlog, not Balrog. “But- But if you don’t fight it, it will destroy everything, even your bridge!”
“THEN ME FIND BETTER BRIDGE. MAYBE ME GET INSURANCE IF BRIDGE DESTROYED.”
“Do you… have insurance on your bridge?” Kit asked. She was surprised the trolls had any idea what insurance was.
Grumpy didn’t answer.
Kit sighed, exasperated. “Are you going to help us or not?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Fine.” This was getting nowhere. “But you’ll regret this when you have no bridge to live under and no goats to eat.” She stomped off. What a waste of time that was.
She should probably check if the goats actually were okay…

HexagonWorld wrote:

Platypus_WKeyboard wrote:

HexagonWorld wrote:

Platypus_WKeyboard wrote:

HexagonWorld wrote:

Why are these horrible people complaining about “woke” when it comes to… X-Men?

Do they not know who the X-Men are?

They did the same thing with Doctor Who and I'm so confused as to how you could consider that “apolitical”? Do they not understand who the Daleks are based on?

I really want to know how someone can be bigoted if they are an X-Men fan.

They have no self awareness. Either that, or they didn't have the sound up.

Or able to read.

These people don't read.

the thing is, xmen is really old. I find it cool that the xmen not only keep up with their time, but were also ahead of their time. I don't really get what peoples problems are with the xmen. the xmen aren't limited to defending lgbtq, but a metaphor for the civil rights movement, pride movement, and so much more.

SIDE STORY: 513 words

for her birthday last year, lark had been given a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. they were really quite remarkably effective, she thought, unaware of the chaos happening all around the nearby camp.

rightly figuring that her cabin could handle the wars against the other cabins, lark had taken to the forest to make a traditional celebratory souffle. the premise of a campfire cooked souffle seemed slightly absurd, but how else was she supposed to surprise her cabin? it was, in hindsight, perhaps not the most considerate idea. but who had expected gurtle to attack? certainly not her.

so, right before cabin wars had begun, lark had scrambled to the nearby grove of trees, with her bag of baking ingredients in tow. she connected her headphones via bluetooth and scrolled briefly through spotify before settling on some folk. joni mitchell was back on spotify, and naturally she was perfect for this occasion.

there was the small issue of starting the fire, however. she'd watched enough survivor to have a vague idea of what to do, and she'd been to many a campfire, but it seemed like her glasses couldn't focus the sunlight enough to light the pile of twigs she set up. maybe she needed a better base?

she could have always run back to the dystopian cabin. she probably SHOULD have run back to her cabin, and then she would have noticed the epic battle going on. then she would have cast all thoughts of souffles aside, and joined in. but it was kind of a long walk back to the cabin, and she'd just gotten to her favorite song on blue. maybe she'd try just a tad more to make this fire all on her own.

so she started from the base up, beginning with leaf litter and tiny twigs, and progressing to logs and the like. it looked, by all means, like it could catch on fire. the problem was it wasn't. then, just as she'd begun to reconsider, a flaming chunk of debris fell from the sky, clear evidence of the gurtle's destruction. but also, on fire! a perfect little firestarter for her souffle. taking a branch and lighting it on the debris, she then lit her campfire.

sure, flaming debris was a tad concerning. but she chalked it up to standard cabin wars, and chose not to worry about it. after all, worry never baked a cake! or a souffle, for that matter. and she was going to make her celebratory souffle.

so she got out the frying pan from the parcel she'd brought, and began to whip together a mixture of eggs and other souffle-like ingredients. There were eggs and milk and flour, and all of those other things you need to make a soufflé, which, of course lark was perfectly aware of. placing the baking contraption she made over the fire and pouring the mixture into her pan, lark waited on her dish to rise. then she felt the ground vibrate beneath her. It was quite odd, and frankly would likely not be good for the soufflé.

Tag spamming is just a glitch in how the indexer works, and makes it so that the more of the tag you put, the higher up on the page it is. It isn't allowed as it goes against the Terms of Use, so you should report any projects with tag spam if you see them.
section 3.5, item 5 in the TOU if you're wondering.

this is a seires om mine about apps you shouldnt have https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/34871803/

if you want me tomake a project about an app, tell me!

Account deletion still retains your data, however accounts that were GDPR'd (Not sure if I can post a certain website that has a copy of like a 2015-2016 GDPR, so I'll only link wikipedia's GDPR article) do not - For example, the account's username gets obscured, PFP is (most of the time) deleted, projects gone, and your account's join date is set to when the GDPR was made.

EDIT: Ninja'd

Jewel-duel wrote:

I've recently made a project called “scratchify” which is basically a scratch version of Spotify, but instead it has no ads…

whats the link

its a cool platformer

-lCosl- wrote:

BwnnyRxbbit wrote:

Username: BwnnyRxbbit
What type of order: PFP
Colors: Pink
Design: Of a rabbit
Amount of time (2 week min.): Take as long as nessesary.
Where to notify: On my profile.
Any specific member (you can currently only request -lCosl-)? No
Are you following the topic? yes
Other:no

Accepted!

Also can you make the rabbit have rainbow stripes? And the background to be pink.

Do you like platformers? Do you want a UNIQUE yet a GOOFY and BAD platformer? A remix of a game that was good but turned into a cool and funny yet a bad game? Well I made the PERFECT remix (that i changed and i am making better) for you to play! That game is

PENTAGON BUT BAD!!!!!!!!!

UPDATES EVERY DAY STAY TUNED!!!!!!

THERE IS ALSO ADVERTISEMENTS OF THE DAY SO COMMENT YOUR GAMES OR ANIMATIONS OR ART OR ANYTHING FOR A CHANCE TO BE THE ADVERTISEMENT OF THE DAY IN THIS FUNNY GAME!

have a good day :)))

Nom poofed back to her cabin and ended up on her desk. She wondered what had happened with Bagrog so far and glanced out the window. He was still spewing fire out at the fellow campers. She sighed, longing to help, but she did not know how… a fly buzzed in her face and she swatted it away. Then she looked at her smoke bombs, she had an idea, she started writing in her journal what she would do. She slumped, two more messages and then she could enter the war. Nom was a new camper, she had joined late and felt lonely. She had already caused confusion in the poor Fantasy cabin. She covered her face in embarrassment. “Two more messages…two more messages,” she repeated. Hopefully her time would come soon. The door suddenly flung open, a panicked camper scrambled in. His face covered in ash, “ITS CHAOS OUT THERE,” he panicked then immediately hid under her shelf of messages and stories. “Agreed,” she looked on. If only she could help…

172 words -nom

Fun_Cupcake_i81 wrote:

Superbega429 wrote:

No I don’t, sadly.

Hmm… Okay that makes it a bit trickier but if you were signed into YouTube when you watched it then you should still be able to find it via your watch history… Now there's probably gonna be a lot of deleted videos in there, so try putting each video's URL into quiteaplaylist.com which will identify the video's title if it can.

Also, I have tried that website before but it looks like it only works for URLs. Not titles.

Fun_Cupcake_i81 wrote:

Superbega429 wrote:

No I don’t, sadly.

Hmm… Okay that makes it a bit trickier but if you were signed into YouTube when you watched it then you should still be able to find it via your watch history… Now there's probably gonna be a lot of deleted videos in there, so try putting each video's URL into quiteaplaylist.com which will identify the video's title if it can.

At the time I watched it, I didn’t have an account. Which makes this even more trickier.

NerdPresident wrote:

What’s the difference between GDPR account deletion and normal account deletion? Most of the time with deleted accounts, it just sends you to a 404, but GDPR accounts are still up. What’s the difference?

What are GDPR accounts?

Mr_rudy wrote:

snip

i wish i could get a raspberry pi and setup cloudflared on it, self hosting is hard on only 1 pc

The green boxes at the top of screens sometimes show up mostly normally, but are partly transparent as well as blank.
The popups for changing a PFP and unsharing a project are the ones that I have found to be working like this.

I have seen a lot of complaints about tag spamming, and have been wondering a question.
1. What does it actually do? Isn't it just the same as putting 1 tag of that category?
2. I know that putting unrelated tags isn't allowed, but what if you just put the same tag a lot? That wouldn't increase like going higher on trending right?
Thanks for reading! Scratch on!!

I am aware that this is an existing topic, but I can't find it

The purple has not been changed on several places on Scratch, including:
The highlight you get around a box when you drag a script to another sprite/the stage/your backpack.
The text editor symbols on the Scratch forums (this probably won't be changed. )
I do not understand why gradients default to blue, but this is probably intended
The default profile picture (it's slightly strange for it to be a different color, but it will never be changed, most likely. )
As said on another topic, the loading screen
Also has been mentioned before, but the tutorials are blue, and this may or may not have to be changed.

just asking, are custom guns that aren't in reality nor will most likely ever be used in real life good for a pvp/pve crafting survival basebuilding game? just asking

so i'm making this project about being a streamer but when i turn on the viewer mechanic, the viewer count increases at a very high rate. does anyone know how to fix it?

So the gang continued happily forward to rescue the people of SWC, but they didn't get far when they ran into an obstacle on the way! It turns out that they were simply unable to continue on because they ran into a muddy ditch. Quicksand-like and slick, it was very difficult for the gang to make it out of there.
“I think it's a tar pit, actually,” Churchill corrected the narration.
“You know what else is like a tar pit? The stifling stench of capitalism!!” Marx insisted to the group as he fell more and more deeply into the tar pit, much to everyone's concern.
“I think we're gonna be stuck here,” Sandy said worriedly, surveying the group around her. Smarlls, Marc Mangosen, and Monty gazed at her worriedly as well. “Smarlls, can you go on ahead?” Smarlls was the only one who was basically free of the tar pit.
“But you guys need to come out???”
“We'll be fine,” Monty pointed out. “If we like stay still and hold onto a tree branch or something… I'm not sure, but the main cabin is more important! We're not gonna die here if you leave us alone, I promise.”
Sandy, Churchill, Marx, and Marc Mangosen all gave the ibex similar reassurances, and so Smarlls turned around and headed in the direction of the main cabin, throwing one regretful look back at the people in the tar pit before setting off at a full trot.
“Well, I guess Smarlls is gonna save everyone without us, then,” Monty grumbled. “In the meantime, how exactly do I stop sinking?”
“Pull really hard on that branch over there, maybe,” Churchill pointed to the tree branch in the distance. It was a tree root, as a matter of fact, but the gang minus Smarlls didn't particularly want to waste time with technicalities.
“You do it, Prime Minister,” Marx told Churchill. The Marxist was sliding deeper and deeper in, with his chin almost touching the surface of the pit.
“Alright,” Churchill agreed, and grabbed for the roots. He managed to pull himself out of the deep pit, although not without leaving behind his top hat, and then reached out a hand to help Marx as well. Sandy and Marc didn't particularly take the prime minster for the athletic type, but he did manage to pull out Marx with surprisingly little difficulty. Then the two of them helped out Sandy and Marc as well, and so they ended up chilling next to the tar pit and doing their best to brush off the tar.
“I'm going to take a nice long bath when this is over,” Marc said stiffly.
“Hey, at least we don't have to fight now,” Sandy said. There was basically no point fighting with tar-stained clothes and a ridiculously long journey back to the cabin, given their… tar-ness. The SWCers would've probably defeated the Balrog-Gurtle or whatever it was attacking the cabin. They were in good hands.
“Well, I guess I'll just eat this then,” Marx said as he gobbled up a mango.

508 words!!

I remember an old game, I think, where you went around the screen and collected stuff. It's probably cookies.io, but I think you picked up dust, and anyway, there's not much of a point as this could be almost any .iO gAmE.

the_awsome_penguinja wrote:

rejected:

TOLORS wrote:

8.2 Add a rank above Scratcher or allow users to skip the New Scratcher status
There are three ranks: New Scratcher, Scratcher, and Scratch Team. The only reason the New Scratcher rank exists is to prevent spam, and since it only takes a few weeks to become a Scratcher, bullying and separation are rather minimal. Similarly, the Scratch Team rank exists so users know who is on the Scratch Team; generally, Scratch Team members do not brag about the Scratch Team rank. In contrast, there may be division in the community between Scratchers and those with a higher rank, which could also lead to bragging and bullying. This also includes a “verified Scratcher” status where well-known Scratchers get a special symbol next to their name.

(source)

Didn't know, reported it now

rejected:

TOLORS wrote:

8.2 Add a rank above Scratcher or allow users to skip the New Scratcher status
There are three ranks: New Scratcher, Scratcher, and Scratch Team. The only reason the New Scratcher rank exists is to prevent spam, and since it only takes a few weeks to become a Scratcher, bullying and separation are rather minimal. Similarly, the Scratch Team rank exists so users know who is on the Scratch Team; generally, Scratch Team members do not brag about the Scratch Team rank. In contrast, there may be division in the community between Scratchers and those with a higher rank, which could also lead to bragging and bullying. This also includes a “verified Scratcher” status where well-known Scratchers get a special symbol next to their name.

(source)

What’s the difference between GDPR account deletion and normal account deletion? Most of the time with deleted accounts, it just sends you to a 404, but GDPR accounts are still up. What’s the difference?

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Chuey was exhausted. It had been a long, tiring day of fighting–not only against the Balrog, but against cabins who had taken advantage of the chaos to set enemy cabins on fire. Betrayals, traitors, weary cabin mates…she was facing a disaster. Sighing, Chuey sat down to put out the fire, even though she was sick of the smell of smoke by this point. After all, if she didn't do it, who would? Her cabin was in shambles–not that that was unique to Fan-fi. Everyone was tired, and the Balrog was still rampaging, albeit with less energy. Campers had been fighting against it all day, and it was finally beginning to weaken. But it wasn't enough. They needed more. Chuey took a quick break, gazing sadly at the rubble lying around camp. Good grief, when she'd signed up for this, she'd been anticipating lighthearted mangoes and arson, not this. This…this was total destruction. And it was all Gurtle's fault. Growling to herself over the injustice of it–She'd seen Gurtle's true nature, but had anyone listened to her? No! She was like…like a rebel. The word settled around her, and slowly she nodded. Yeah. Chuey was a rebel. An outcast. Not in matters of friendship–she had lots of friends. But she stood against the Scratch writing camp mascot while everyone was still defending him–“Oh, he's just eating a couple of links, he's just hungry, look at his cute, beady eyes.” She'd seen this coming. No, no. Rebel was all wrong. She was a herald. One who could see what lay beyond. Yeah, she liked that better. The herald of doom. Doom to all enemies, doom to traitors, and most especially doom to Gurtle. A smile slashed across her face. Balrog-Gurtle didn't stand a chance. Because Chuey had seen him, and Chuey knew what was going to happen, and unable to stop it in time, Chuey was going to make it right and save them all. She left her cabin behind and struck out into the rubble, working to clear it away from the remains of the Main Cabin. She'd hidden something inside, something she'd never thought she'd have to use. But times were desperate, and the fires weren't going out. She walked quickly along the ruined, scorched halls until she reached a tiny, ash-covered, circular door. Blowing the dust and ash away, she reaching for the gleaming golden knob and gently opened it. Beyond lay intense brilliance, suggesting full daylight wherever the door led to, and as she blinked away the sudden light she could dimly see rolling green hills and mounds, into which were set circular doors much like this one. Her smile widened as she wriggled through. If she couldn't find enough help in this world…well, she'd just have to seek it from another one.
She was a rebel. A herald. And now a quester.
And she'd bring Balrog-Gurtle down if it killed her.
(Although she really, really, really hoped it wouldn't)

Luke52712 wrote:

Hello Scratchuser19213!

This is actually more simple than you would think!
We need to use the time function for this.

This is the script that checks for when the player hasn't taken damage for a certain amount of time:

when [timer] > (Amount of time you want to set until regen)

After this, you can add whatever health system you want.

Then, you will need the script that resets the timer when the player is attacked, which will use this block.

reset timer

This is the basic essentials to it. Want to make a health system, need help with deciding when the player is attacked, or anything else? Just reply to this.
WIKIS SO YOU CAN SEE MORE ABOUT THIS:
Timer Value Wiki
Timer Block Wiki

Reset Timer Block Wiki

Thanks! I'll try this in my project! I can handle the health system since I have some coding experience.

⇾ Side Story … ⚘

“Smarlls!” Poppy cried as the mascots came into view. “Benny, Jim, Saturn!”
Hope is an ibex, a crab, a dragon, and a planet-being, striding in over the mountaintops.
Poppy decided that she was done being poetic.
Poppy waves her frying pan triumphantly, gladly shouting for joy and praising the glories of SWC.
Poppy practically cartwheels with excitement, except Poppy has no idea how to cartwheel, so instead she falls directly onto her face. It's a pathetic, embarrassing fall, but everyone has turned their attention to the mascots that no one is around to see how completely inept she is at all things athletically.
The battle was in full swing, but even greater was the hope pouring into the crowd.
People were shouting, sobbing, throwing down their swords, hugging each other, cheering, and breaking out bottles of non-alcoholic mango champagne.
Which is totally natural, of course. It's not a result of insanity.
SWC saves itself. It does that every time.
It's a group of insane people. (Occasionally) chaotic people. Strong people. Funny people. Smart people. King people.
Amazing people.
This is what happens when a bunch of people join together in this sort of way. Everyone comes together three times a year for a month of fun, support, and camaraderie.
Nothing matches it.
Yeah, people betray each other in wars. They send hours of late-night writing to one another, praying that no one will be awake to finish it. They bicker over the leaderboard, trying to knock each other down. They argue about who's cabin is better (though everyone knows which one is superior).
But in all honesty, none of it really matters that much. Sessions come and go, but somehow the friendships and laughter lasts longer than all of it. Cabins change, dailies change, nearly everything about this camp changes through the years.
But what never changes is the passion for words and the friendship that marks every single aspect of SWC.
The cheers that rise out of the campers echo through the air, off the mountains and the cabins, back to the ears of the thrilled campers.
Smarlls's hoofs clomp loudly on the ground, as Benny clacks his pincers and Saturn adjusts his adorable crown on his adorable head. Jim is cheering louder than everyone, and the sound is… deafening.
Poppy stands in the midst of the joyful chaos, gripping a handful of pencils. The smile on her face couldn't come off, even if Poppy tried.
All is well.

⇾ 413 words ⚘
⇾ thriller cabin ⚘

abubriski wrote:

abubriski wrote:

I don't understand where the song in HERE this project came from…does anyone know cod zombies? It might be that…

It's the song that comes up a few seconds after the weird glitchy sounds.

It may be from a game called COD: Zombies

Ayla stood in what was left of the Thriller cabin, anxiously fidgeting with her hair. “I should go help…” She whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she headed out of what was left of the cabin. The gurtle balrog thing, was still terrorizing the camp, smashing things and breathing fire. Ayla ran to the reck of once was the word war hut, now smash and burned to pieces. But plenty of weapons still lay in the broken wood and ashes. Why is everything made out of wood? Pretty much ALL of us set stuff on fire sometimes she thought as she picked up a sword from the rubble. Ayla went out to find Gurtle Turtle the Balrog, “Gurtle Turtle, Gurtle Turtle. Heh, good rhyme.” She murmured to herself. Gurtle Balrog was still burning and smashing things, in that cute little pirate hat. Where did he get pirate hat? Wait, Gurtle uses he/him pronouns, right? Ayla’s mind begane wondering again. Focus! She watched Gurtle Turtle the Balrog, STILL smashing and burning things, while other camper where trying to hit him with frying pans, or swords, or bows and arrows. Well, they’re not trying to HIT him with the bow part of bows and arrows, just the arrow part, she thought. Ayla charged at Gurtle Turtle the Balrog, aaaand, was knocked over and sent flying a bit, great. Well, that wasn’t really her current thought, even if it was, it was in the background for her main thought at moment (and what she was saying currently) was “AHHHHHHH WAHHHH AHHHHHHH ACKKKK OWWWWWWW” As she smashed into the ground “Ow ow ow ow, stupid stupid stupid, ow ow ow ow.” She cursed under breath as she slow got up. Her sword was no where to be seen, “Shoot, shoot, shoot!” She screamed, which turned out to be a horrible idea since then Gurtle Turtle the Balrog tried to SMASH her with his giant huge foot (Foot? Fin? Paw?), and she was just able to dash out of the way with her quick mantis legs, before his foot smashed into the ground, sending dirt and campers flying. “Wait, hang on” Ayla said to herself as she thought a moment “We don’t HAVE A MOMENT!” Screamed on camper, who was trying to smack Gurtle Turtle the Balrog with their frying pan. “My mantis legs! They’re dangerous!” Ayla said, now grinning evilly. Readying her mantis legs, she ran at the Gurtle Turtle Balrog, screaming, and slapped him with her sharp, bladed mantis legs. “HA!” She yelled as she slapped him.

426 words <3

Camphora gazed at Basil as she contemplated his orgins. “Wow. That's crazy to think about it.”
“It is what it is, I suppose,” he replied with a shrug. “Now I'm stuck here and the organization has taken over back home, and I need to go back.”
Camphora nodded. “Maybe the Shore Guard can help us then.” She realized now how important taking down the orgo was to BAsil, and she would make sure that she would be able to help him.
“But remember what Captain STrigid said?? There's not much that they can do,” Basil pointed out. “Maybe-”
“We take matters into our own hands!” she exclaimed.
BAsil sighed, but nodded. “Yeah, something along that line,” he agreed. “But I think they could help to some extent, and then we'll just figure out the rest of it.”
“Good plan.”
The two of them fell silent for a moment as they each contemplated their own problems and their thoughts about the situation at hand. Both of them were far from home, and they both had so many things to figure out before they could return—or rather, in order to return.
“Well. This fish sandwich, and I right?” Basil said in an obvious effort to ease the tension, holding up the fish sandwich that he was eating. Camphora laughed.

That night, Camphora looked over to what Flavius was doing. As per usual, he was busy writing something at the same time that he was eating. From the look of Brenn's expression, she'd given up caring about it a long time ago.
“Is that an architecture plan?” she asked curiously.
Flavius looked up, somewhat startled. He'd obviously been too buried into the work. But he answered brightly: “Yeah! This is for the building that they want to remodel. Apparently there's been a wall that was falling down, which sounds pretty unstable if you ask me, so I've just been reviewing this thing.”
He returned to flipping through the pages, licking a finger before he turned to the next architecture plan, and Brenn sighed quite audibly when she saw that.
“Anyways, kids,” she said to Camphora and Basil, holding out a bucket. “You two go to the beach and find some stuff. I have something to discuss with Flavius right now.”
“Really?” Flavius asked cluelessly.
“Indeed we do. Go get your exercise and whatnot,” she continued shortly to them, giving them no choice but to head out.
So Camphora and BAsil did end up going to the beach, and they stood on the sand, looking over the sunset at the edge of the water.
“Did she really say ”stuff“? BAsil asked Camphora.
”Sounds like it,“ she replied. ”What clear instructions, am I right? I'm just going to find some shells.“
So shells she found, and BAsil found some little crabs that could be cooked. They got some kelp too; CAmphora remembered that she ate some kelp earlier in the week, but she wasn't quite sure where Brenn got it from
The two of them looked up from the Sandy to see a dark figure standing near the water. As the sun was in their eyes, neither of them could see the figure quite well.
”Who's that?“ Camphora asked BAsil.
”NO idea. ARe they looking at us?“
The two of them then realized that if that was the case, maybe it wasn't the most polite to stare straight at them in the manner that they were doing, so both of them looked away swiftly. Camphora dug a little hole in the sand to hold in the water when it came rolling back with the tide, and she found another little crab to put into the bucket. She grabbed a shell too, careful to not crush any of the crabs with it.
”This could be an aquarium tank,“ she said thoughtfully as she recalled how she'd seen aquariums filled with replicas of ocean life. This was essentially the real thing, however. Although not necessarily sea life but more so seaside life.
”Yeah, I can see it,“ Basil said. ”We had an aquariums in the capital of Flammox, too. And a really fancy fish tank in the palace.“
Camphora looked over at him. It seemed that he was starting to be much more open, now that he could be really honest with her—it wasn't as if he had been lying the whole time, but he certainly was hiding things, and she wondered how much effort that it must have took for him to be so careful with saying everything.
If she was honestly, she had so many things to ask Basil about his past life, now that she learned about it. He must be famous too, being a whole monarch and all. Did no one come to look for him with the collapse of the government? HOw did he escape? Could the Evil Organization still be looking for him right now?
Out loud, she only said, ”Cool to know.“
She looked up again towards the water, but the figure was gone. Basil followed her gaze, and the two of them looked around the beach, but the figure was nowhere to be found. NOt that the two could really identify them anyway.
”It's getting dark now,“ Camphora pointed out. She looked over towards the flickering lights of the town. ”Should we go back?“
Basil nodded, and they brought their catches back home.

Once they entered the house, neither Brenn nor Flavius was anywhere to be seen.
”Maybe they're in their rooms?“ Camphora said thoughtfully.
”I mean, where else could they be?“
”Bathroom, maybe. Or upstairs.“
”OKay, yeah, that's fair.“
As it turns out, they simply weren't in the house.
Camphora sat down in the living room. ”Soo, what should we do?“
”I mean, wait?“
”No no no, we can't just wait in silence. Were you like planning on doing that?“ Camphora asked BAsil skeptically. He shrugged. ”Hrm. Okay. I mean, I guess if you want we can just read in silence then. I don't really mind, i guess.“
”Alright, then," he agreed, pulling out a book from the stack in the corner.






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So the gang continued happily forward to rescue the people of SWC, but they didn't get far when they ran into an obstacle on the way! It turns out that they were simply unable to continue on because they ran into a muddy ditch. Quicksand-like and slick, it was very difficult for the gang to make it out of there.
“I think it's a tar pit, actually,” Churchill corrected the narration.
“You know what else is like a tar pit? The stifling stench of capitalism!!” Marx insisted to the group as he fell more and more deeply into the tar pit, much to everyone's concern.
“I think we're gonna be stuck here,” Sandy said worriedly, surveying the group around her. Smarlls, Marc Mangosen, and Monty gazed at her worriedly as well. “Smarlls, can you go on ahead?” Smarlls was the only one who was basically free of the tar pit.
“But you guys need to come out???”
“We'll be fine,” Monty pointed out. “If we like stay still and hold onto a tree branch or something… I'm not sure, but the main cabin is more important! We're not gonna die here if you leave us alone, I promise.”
Sandy, Churchill, Marx, and Marc Mangosen all gave the ibex similar reassurances, and so Smarlls turned around and headed in the direction of the main cabin, throwing one regretful look back at the people in the tar pit before setting off at a full trot.
“Well, I guess Smarlls is gonna save everyone without us, then,” Monty grumbled. “In the meantime, how exactly do I stop sinking?”
“Pull really hard on that branch over there, maybe,” Churchill pointed to the tree branch in the distance. It was a tree root, as a matter of fact, but the gang minus Smarlls didn't particularly want to waste time with technicalities.
“You do it, Prime Minister,” Marx told Churchill. The Marxist was sliding deeper and deeper in, with his chin almost touching the surface of the pit.
“Alright,” Churchill agreed, and grabbed for the roots. He managed to pull himself out of the deep pit, although not without leaving behind his top hat, and then reached out a hand to help Marx as well. Sandy and Marc didn't particularly take the prime minster for the athletic type, but he did manage to pull out Marx with surprisingly little difficulty. Then the two of them helped out Sandy and Marc as well, and so they ended up chilling next to the tar pit and doing their best to brush off the tar.
“I'm going to take a nice long bath when this is over,” Marc said stiffly.
“Hey, at least we don't have to fight now,” Sandy said. There was basically no point fighting with tar-stained clothes and a ridiculously long journey back to the cabin, given their… tar-ness. The SWCers would've probably defeated the Balrog-Gurtle or whatever it was attacking the cabin. They were in good hands.
“Well, I guess I'll just eat this then,” Marx said as he gobbled up a mango.

cenlkj1 wrote:

QUICK I NEED HELP! I INSTALLED A NOCLIP MOD THEN BEAT DEADLOCKED BUT I ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT TO TURN ON SAFE MODE! I HADN'T BEATEN DEADLOCKED BEFORE THAT HOW CAN I UN-BEAT DEADLOCKED?!

edit ur save data

italvera wrote:

It's deemed offensive

I guess so, but it's nothing more than elementary school banter. As short as 5 minutes is, I just wanna find out why it was a mutable offense

Hello Scratchuser19213!

This is actually more simple than you would think!
We need to use the time function for this.

This is the script that checks for when the player hasn't taken damage for a certain amount of time:

when [timer] > (Amount of time you want to set until regen)

After this, you can add whatever health system you want.

Then, you will need the script that resets the timer when the player is attacked, which will use this block.

reset timer

This is the basic essentials to it. Want to make a health system, need help with deciding when the player is attacked, or anything else? Just reply to this.
WIKIS SO YOU CAN SEE MORE ABOUT THIS:
Timer Value Wiki
Timer Block Wiki

Reset Timer Block Wiki

Superbega429 wrote:

No I don’t, sadly.

Hmm… Okay that makes it a bit trickier but if you were signed into YouTube when you watched it then you should still be able to find it via your watch history… Now there's probably gonna be a lot of deleted videos in there, so try putting each video's URL into quiteaplaylist.com which will identify the video's title if it can.

**Part 1: Plot Points**

1. **The Discovery:** A valuable necklace belonging to Mrs. Hawthorne goes missing during a dinner party at her mansion. The lights flicker off briefly, providing the perfect opportunity for the thief to strike.

2. **The Suspects:** Among the guests are Mr. and Mrs. Smith, known for their financial troubles, and the eccentric Professor Green, with a penchant for rare artifacts.

3. **The Alibi:** Mrs. Smith claims she was in the restroom during the theft, while Mr. Smith insists he was in the garden. Professor Green, however, refuses to disclose his whereabouts.

4. **The Hidden Motive:** Investigator Jones uncovers a secret rivalry between Mrs. Hawthorne and Mrs. Smith over an old inheritance dispute, adding a layer of suspicion to the case.

5. **The Twist:** Just when the culprit seems caught, a second theft occurs – this time, a painting from the study. Could there be an accomplice or a copycat at play?


**Part 2: Clues and Red Herrings**
**Part 2: Clues and Red Herrings**

1. **Clue:** Upon closer examination of the broken glass found near the scene, Investigator Jones notices peculiar scratches on its surface. The scratches seem deliberate, almost as if someone had etched a symbol or a pattern. Jones wonders if this could be a signature of the thief, a subtle clue left behind amidst the chaos.

2. **Clue:** As Jones scrutinizes the footprints in the garden, he notices something peculiar—a faint residue of soil clinging to the edges of the prints. This suggests that the person who left these footprints might have recently traversed through freshly dug earth. Could they have been burying something—or perhaps retrieving a hidden treasure?

3. **Red Herring:** Rumors swirl about the mysterious stranger seen lurking around the neighborhood. Some claim to have spotted them casing the mansion days before the theft, while others dismiss the sightings as mere paranoia. Jones ponders the possibility of this stranger being a decoy, intentionally planted to divert attention away from the real culprit lurking within.

4. **Red Herring:** Mrs. Hawthorne's maid, known for her clumsy demeanor, seems unusually jittery when questioned. Her hands tremble as she nervously brushes aside strands of hair from her face, prompting Jones to wonder if her fidgeting is a sign of guilt or simply her usual anxiousness in high-stress situations. However, upon further investigation, Jones discovers that the maid's behavior might stem from a recent personal trauma, unrelated to the theft.

5. **Clue:** Hidden amongst the foliage near the mansion, Jones stumbles upon a torn piece of fabric caught on a thorn bush. Upon closer inspection, he recognizes it as belonging to a distinctive scarf worn by one of the party guests. The torn fabric raises questions—was there a struggle, or is this merely a red herring meant to mislead the investigation?

6. **Red Herring:** A stray cat is spotted prowling near the scene of the crime. While initially dismissed as irrelevant, Jones begins to wonder if this feline intruder could have inadvertently triggered the series of events leading to the theft. Could someone have used the distraction caused by the cat to execute their nefarious plan unnoticed?

7. **Clue:** Upon examining the locks on the doors and windows of Hawthorne Manor, Jones notices traces of fine powder—a common tool used by burglars to detect tampering. This suggests that someone might have attempted to bypass the security measures, raising suspicions about the possible involvement of an experienced thief.

8. **Red Herring:** A rare species of bird is sighted in the vicinity of the mansion on the night of the theft. While some speculate that its presence could be a sign of good luck, others view it as an omen of impending misfortune. Jones contemplates whether this avian visitor holds any significance to the case or if it's merely a coincidence.

**Part 3: Witness Encounters**

1. **Mrs. Hawthorne:** In the dimly lit sitting room of Hawthorne Manor, Mrs. Hawthorne sat wringing her hands, her eyes red from tears shed in private agony. “I trusted them,” she whispered brokenly, her voice barely audible over the ticking of the grandfather clock. “They were my friends, my guests… and now this.” Her gaze drifted to the empty space on the mantle where her beloved necklace once sparkled. “It's not just about the necklace,” she confided, her voice trembling with emotion. “It's about trust. How can I trust anyone now?” As she recounted the events of the evening, her distress became palpable, each word punctuated by a hitched breath or a stifled sob.

2. **Mr. Smith:** In the parlor, Mr. Smith paced back and forth, his frustration evident in every sharp turn and clenched fist. “I didn't do it,” he insisted vehemently, his voice rising with each denial. “I may have gone to the garden, yes, but only to clear my head after… after an argument with my wife.” His brow furrowed, lines of worry etched deep into his features. “I wouldn't stoop so low as to steal from a friend,” he added, though the conviction in his voice wavered slightly. As he recounted his version of events, his alibi seemed plausible enough, but Investigator Jones couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Mr. Smith's story than met the eye.

3. **Mrs. Smith:** Seated primly in the drawing-room, Mrs. Smith maintained a facade of composure, though her eyes darted nervously around the room, betraying her inner turmoil. “Professor Green,” she began, her voice laced with a subtle hint of accusation, “he's always had a keen interest in Mrs. Hawthorne's jewels.” Her fingers twisted the lace of her handkerchief, a nervous habit that belied her outward calm. “I saw him near the study earlier in the evening,” she continued, her voice growing more insistent. “Perhaps he found the temptation too great to resist.” Despite her composed demeanor, Investigator Jones couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Mrs. Smith's story than she was letting on.

4. **Professor Green:** Across the room, Professor Green lounged in an armchair, his expression one of studied nonchalance. “I collect rare artifacts,” he stated matter-of-factly, his tone betraying a hint of defiance. “But I am no thief.” His gaze met Investigator Jones's squarely, a silent challenge in his eyes. “I was in the conservatory during the party,” he explained, his voice steady and unwavering. “I have no need for Mrs. Hawthorne's trinkets.” Yet despite his outward confidence, Jones couldn't shake the feeling that Professor Green was hiding something, something that could unravel the entire mystery.

**Part 4: Mystery Scene**

The study of Hawthorne Manor was cloaked in an eerie silence as Investigator Jones stepped through the door, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet underfoot. Mrs. Hawthorne sat perched on the edge of a high-backed chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on the empty space where the painting had once hung. “It's gone,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, the weight of her loss palpable in every syllable.

Taking a seat opposite her, Jones leaned forward, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Tell me what happened,” he urged gently, his voice a soothing balm in the tense atmosphere of the room. And as Mrs. Hawthorne recounted the events of the evening, her words tumbled out in a rush, each sentence punctuated by a catch in her breath or a tremor in her voice.

Next, Jones turned his attention to Mr. Smith, who paced back and forth across the room, his agitation evident in every sharp turn and clenched fist. “I didn't do it,” he insisted vehemently, his voice rising with each denial. Yet despite his protests, Jones couldn't help but notice the subtle flicker of uncertainty that danced behind Mr. Smith's eyes.

Across the room, Mrs. Smith sat primly in her chair, her expression a mask of composure, though her fingers twisted nervously around the hem of her skirt. “Perhaps Professor Green found the temptation too great to resist,” she suggested, her voice laced with a subtle hint of accusation. But as Jones probed deeper, he couldn't shake the feeling that Mrs. Smith was hiding something, something that could unravel the entire mystery.

And finally, Jones turned his attention to Professor Green, whose relaxed demeanor belied a hint of defiance. “I collect rare artifacts,” he stated matter-of-factly, his tone unwavering. “But I am no thief.” Yet despite his outward confidence, Jones couldn't shake the feeling that Professor Green was hiding something, something that could hold the key to solving the mystery once and for all.

As the investigation unfolded, Jones realized that each witness held a piece of the puzzle, but none seemed willing to reveal the whole truth. With the stakes rising and the culprit still at large, he knew he had to tread carefully to unravel the mystery lurking within the walls of Hawthorne Manor.


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1CLICKINFO wrote:

It def wont be in the drone category, try checking if there are any categories relating drum loops.

Yeah, I figured it wouldn't, I just wanted to check if there were any other Scratch sounds included there as well while I'm at it since they would sometimes take multiple sounds from the same source :P

abubriski wrote:

Are the xylos from a known source?

Based on the Scratch 1.4 metadata, Xylo 4 was by Beau Silver - brother of the former Scratch Team member Jay Silver who seemed to be the one to add the “Eggs” loop in - so a full version may not exist, but then again, perhaps it's hiding wherever that extended version of Cave originated…
I'm honestly kind of just considering reaching out to Jay Silver to ask if he was in charge of the whole sound library, considering he has public contact info on his website, but a n x i e t y…
All the other Xylos are currently unknown