Hi, I'm new at scratch. I need to make the following happen when pressing the space bar button:
1) The bomb sprite moved to the player's coordinates
2) a clone of the bomb sprite was created
3) the slope changed 28 suits, after which it is removed.
It is important that when you click multiple times, different clones are created, and the previous ones remain in place.
When you press the space bar, a clone is created, but when you click again, the old clone is deleted and a new one is created. How can I fix this?

The_Blue_J wrote:

LP372 wrote:

it will be in the notifications instead
since i'm a student acc i cannot use contact us eficently

One question though,assuming that the email is automatically set to the teacher's email, how are you supposed to receive assistance from the ST, if a teacher gets the ST's reply?

In case it doesn't involve sending any email, and instead, involves sending notifications, Unfortunately, Notifications are quite cumbersome for the ST to create, as said by @hydrofungus, considering that the ST already has barely enough time on their hands to solve reports, I am not sure if this should be implemented…

Maybe tell your teacher to forward a message to you if they see from ST about your account?

Krish looked around. Of course they could not get out of the woods, but there was something else going on. The forest was filled with shadows. Not the type of shadows that everyone had seen. These shadows were different. These shadows were setting fire to the trees. As Krish stared At the flames, they realized that it was not the shadows but a large creature who was above them and what they thought was the shadows was actually a creature. This creature was so large it covered the whole woods. Krish Panicked and called the leaders over. When they saw the destruction that was happening. They tried to help everyone get out of the woods. What they had forgotten was that people can't leave the woods once they come in.
“Gurtle?!” Krish freaked out. “What happened to you?”
Some of the other members of tragedy came over when they heard Krish Freaking out.
Krish Followed Balrog-Gurtle Trying to figure out the way out of the woods. But no matter where they went there was always a dead end or too many trees to walk through. There was only one thing to do. Head back try to find the journal entries and see if there was a way out. But after hours, nothing. By then, everyone had started trying to put out the fires. Just as they successfully put out a lot of the ground fires, balrog-gurtle Returned. The soon come back here yeah job today she never does it I come back from school and do it yeah but I'm not gonna get up now because she's lazy you have an eraser with you don't you yeah good he black scales shimmered in the sunlight, which usually should have been pretty, but this was terrifying.
“What is that?!” Someone screamed.
“A Balrog!” One of the leaders exclaimed in fear.
“One might wonder what a Balrog is….” A voice murmured from the woods.
“Usually, they tend to be a towering dark creature with razor-sharp horns - quick to strike, and with deadly precision,” someone recited from a book.
“Well that sounds amazing,” Krish replied sarcastically.
As the trees continued to burn, they started to fall. There was now a path that seemed to wind far into the distance, where,, just maybe, there was a way out. Everyone ran down the path. The path ended soon. Unfortunately, not in a good place. It was right where the balrog-gurtle Was resting.
”honestly, I say we turn back…” one of the campers whispered fearfully.
It was just a second too late. The balrog woke up.. Everyone screamed, running in random directions. Krish grabbed onto the tail, Which caused the balrog to take off into the air and make their way To the main cabin and other cabins. Thankfully, there were other people there, but it wasn't like anyone could do anything much besides save Krish From falling to their de@th. This was because their hands had slipped off the tail and, they were falling. There were some people at the bottom ready to break their fall. Everyone watched as the balrog-gurtle Continued flying in a circle above them and suddenly it started to get warmer. There was a large fire right behind them. The fire, it was on the main cabin. There was no more water to use and people were panicking. Again.
“Hopefully we get out of this alive!” Krish was trying to use sand, hoping it would help put out something.
“You’re not the only one,” came another voice.
And as they watched it fly away the fires started to vanish, which they hoped meant that as long as it wasn't nearby,. Then the fires would go away. That was false. It was r They hadn't noticed. it was so warm out, that the rain who's barely noticeable. The thing is it started pouring. All the fires were out and Krish made their way back to the woods to tell their cabin members what happened.

“Water… gurtle doesn’t like water in this form…”
“ I am not scared anymore.”

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If I use the move steps () block, I'm able to affect the non-clone. However, I want it to teleport to a given position, but it won't do this unless it's a clone

luna724 wrote:

maybe the currency could be like scrolls or something, like if they did the daily and read the daily fable in the cabin, the designated animal could give them a scroll with the lesson they learned or advice or words of wisdom or something on it! <3

yess! this could also tie in with the matching pfps/banners system, if we plan on doing that <3

luna724 wrote:

and yeah, i've got the canva account, I can make a blank design for us to start in a minute ^^

ooh great!

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This is for a word war! (March 23 / 2024) and it’s with @sweetcakefamily total of 219 words


“These words still smell like smoke and I hate it.” Manny glared at pages of a journal he had been writing in. Most of the pages burnt to a crisp, the one he had left off on had only a slight burn mark. He tried shaking the book, but to no avail, it did not work. Then he had tried placing it in front of a fan. Still did not work. His latest attempt was to spray it with Fe breeze. All it did was make it stink even more.
“UHHHHH,” he groaned. Why did his nasty cousins throw his journal into the fire? It happened on a the Fourth of July, the family was sitting around the campfire. Telling stories, laughing at jokes, and roasting marshmallows. His cousins found him writing in the journal earlier that day and thought it would be funny if they pretended to throw it in the fire. They waited til Manny had left to go to the restroom and they snatched it. Waiting for him to come back, soon Manny came back and then spotted the journal, clutched in one of his cousins hands.
“DROP IT,” He yelled out, scared of all his hard work written in that journal being erased. Manny creeped forward trying to ease his cousin into giving it back.



The rest:
His cousin shook his head. Then he lunged for shouting, “GIVE IT BACK BUSTER OR ILL POUND YOU TO A PULP!” He threatened, blinded by rage. His cousin jumped and let go of the journal. It fell into the fire, bursting into flames. Manny quickly grabbed a pair of tongs and snatched it out of the fire. He waved it frantically and looked around, there? A pitcher of water was sitting there. He quickly grabbed it and dumped it on the journal.
He stared at the now sopping wet journal. Would it ever be the same? Manny looked at the now dried journal and flipped through the pages. The writing was smeared and the pages were as stiff as ever. Then he head his mom.
“Manny, want to go shopping?” She called out from the kitchen. He perked up and immediately sprinted over. “Yea, I would love to.” He was practically bouncing when he got in the car. They pulled up to the store and he hopped out. They walked over and when they went inside a grand display showed. School supplies, it said. It had an assortment of pencils, binders, glue sticks, and everything else you would need for school. Then he immediately spotted something, there, the perfect journal. It had a bright red cover, he ran over and flipped through the pages. They were crisp and clean and smelled of his old journal, at least before it had gotten burned. He hugged the new journal and begged his mom.
“Please, please could I have it?” He pleaded, “My old one is ruined and I need a new one.” His mom sighed.
“Fine,” she replied. The time passed quickly and Manny daydreamed about the stories he would write in the journal. They quickly checked out the groceries and drove back home. He scrambled over to his room and cleaned off his desk. He quickly sharpened a pencil and flipped to the first page in the journal. “Time to write…”

The 2 part is a total of 330 words

⇾ Critique for Bellalalalala <3 ⚘

{The night was dark, black mixing with the navy blues and deep purples of the Milky Way. It was beautiful. }

^ I adore this description!! <33

{This was her favorite time, the quiet of the night brought a little peace to her normally loud and intrusive thoughts.}

Even more amazing description <33 You get a little bit on insight into Meryn's character here and it just… yes XD <3

{veil of womanly meekness and political politeness to show her true self.}

Stop being so amazing Bella sdjfhkdjsfh

{“A penny for your thoughts?” said a warm voice by her elbow.}

….I love him already.

{she scolded herself for not noticing his presence.}

I might add the word ‘earlier’, but that's just me ^^

{“What do you want?” She hissed instead,}

Punctuation issues… XD - “ ”What do you want?“ she hissed instead. ” I think the word ‘instead’ feels a little unnecessary, but if you'd like to keep it there it works just as well ^^

{“I haven’t seen you in months, feels odd.”}

Same thing here- “… seen you in months. Feels odd.”

{Fabian prickled visibly, something she’d rarely seen him do. “Quite the contrary, I’m so used to having to swoop in and save you every couple of weeks from every new danger that it’s become a habit. I’m impressed you managed to keep yourself alive without me there.” he grinned, that reckless renegade smile that made Meryn’s heart flutter. }

I'M IN LOVE

{She coughed, “I can save myself thank you very much. I don’t need a knight in shining armor, I’m quite capable.”
“I’m beginning to think the only thing that keeps you alive is your sheer stubbornness.” He laughed, it was a deep yet musical sound.}

I ADORE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS
I LOVE THE MC
I LOVE THE LOVE INTEREST
I'M IN LOVE, BELLA, I'M IN LOVE

{Fabian quieted, a rare frown creasing his brow. His unruly blonde hair blew into his eyes and she resisted the sudden urge to tuck it back.}

STOP
STOP
STOP
I'M ALREADY DEAD YOU DON'T HAVE TO K!LL ME FURTHER

{Mere minutes passed, although it felt like hours for them both until Meryn finally broke the quiet.}

I might change the wording here to “Only a few minutes had passed, but it felt like hours before Meryn broke the quiet”. It just flows better ^^

{So I used to talk to the stars, it's silly I know,}

Maybe change to- “So I used to talk to the stars. It's silly, I know”, and maybe add her laughing at herself a little? I feel like it's a nice little addition since she's already noting that she knows it sounds silly.

{“I'm naming the stars in the sky after you,” he said, turning to her. His voice was barely above a whisper and that same smile flickered over his lips, as he reached out and took a lock of Meryn’s hair, twisting it around his finger.
She thought she knew better, this was Fabian Thatcher, after all, the lying, sneaking, and clever privateer who was always there when she was at her worst. But she couldn’t stop the feeling of butterflies in her stomach, or the thudding of her heart in her chest. She should have pushed him away, but she couldn’t. Her feet were rooted to the spot. All she could do was stare back into those jewel-like eyes and see herself reflected in them.}

I AM DECEASED

{her eyes wide as her thoughts shuttered to a halt.}

The wording of “shuttered” here feels a little weird…

{His hand strayed to her cheek, where he traced the line of her stubborn jaw. The survival instincts in Meryn that had kept her alive and sane throughout her life were screaming at her to pull away. This won’t end well, they told her. He’ll leave you high and dry back on land, take his reward, and leave. I’ll never see him again. This is a game to him. }

BELLA YOU KILLED ME
HOW COULD YOU
I'M A SOBBING DEAD MESS ON THE FLOOR

{Haven't you always craved a true adventure? }

(ok I swear I'll get through this part without screaming)

I adore the character development in this sentence. It helps add so much to their story and I… it's just amazing <3

{same silly grin reflected on the other's face.}

Hehehehehehehehe <3

{These guys are so cute I'm just gonna use them in a ton of dailies lol}

YES DO IT

As a whole, it's full of great description. My only real nitpick is that the pacing feels kind of wrong. If there's a way to lengthen the piece and give a little more time or conversation or backstory before they start embracing, I think it would enhance the reader's experience a little more.
But also…
AGH I LOVE IT
“Penny for your thoughts?” is amazing
Anyway I'll be making my way to the graveyard now - see you there ^^

(318 words of critique)

GUYWHOLOVESCODE wrote:

A retired scratcher actually had it revealed his brothers and him all had their separate accounts on the same email when a joking war between his alt and main (these two were both controlled by him) resulted in a blocking of his alt. It also gave insight on how bans/blocks work lol

In other words, more accounts on one email/browser shouldn't be even remotely an issue.

Edit: Oh yeah there's also the fact that ST probably expects kids to be on parents' emails so siblings would naturally have the same email assigned to their account

Don't worry @GUYWHOLOVESCODE, i will use the alt account for testing projects and contests!

Edit: Also, the 2nd account will be for me only.

ive changed my vscode theme like 7 times and installed a couple plugins today cuz i was looking through this thread XD

Redstone1080 wrote:

I just use normal npm. It gets the job done for me and I don't see much reason to switch to anything else.

mybearworld wrote:

Redstone1080 wrote:

(#6)
I just use normal npm. It gets the job done for me and I don't see much reason to switch to anything else.

It is slow. It's really hard to go back to once you've tried PNPM.

it also takes a lot of disk space

writer's awakening // fanfiction entry for the writing comp

1289 words.

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Three times a year, young writers across the world were able to escape their ordinary lives to visit the magical island of SWC. There, anyone could join a cabin to practice writing- and causing chaos. It was a safe haven for kids of any background, untainted by the darkness of the ‘real world,’ welcoming to all who wished to enter.

The inner workings of the island were shrouded in mystery, from leaderboards that seemed to update on their own to the cabins that shifted every session- most transforming into completely different buildings, some vanishing away, some appearing out of nowhere.

The camp was filled with half-written stories and the bright, blooming dreams of its writers. The sweet scent of mangoes was ever present on the island’s breeze, and the camp’s leaders were skilled at creating engaging activities and welcoming even the most hesitant writer into their groups. All anyone had to do was send in an application the month before, and a hidden portal in their writing place would arrive to send them to the island.

Lark loved to participate in SWC, even if she wasn’t usually adventurous enough to try something like a month long overnight camp on an unfindable island. When she began to lean into her passion for writing in high school, it was the perfect place for her to forget about all the annoying responsibilities of life and simply be creative.

Two successful sessions saw her complete a full novel and a half, and despite the pressures of school rising going into March, she’d been determined to make it to the session. After all, essays counted as words written, so it might be a way to make her finish assignments faster. Plus she had her novel to edit, and was quickly finding it hard to continue without a concrete goal.

Then the news hit: her life was about to change forever. Her family was going to move to a different city, hundreds of miles away, just as she’d begun to feel settled in her current home.

Even though there were still months ahead before it happened, the news weighed Lark down like nothing she’d felt in years. Her motivation to write simply disappeared, and her application for March sat on her laptop, unsent, for weeks. Finally, halfheartedly, she sent it in a few days before the deadline. Seeing new messages from past cabinmates was barely enough to bring a smile now, when normally it would’ve given her a surge of happiness and excitement to know the session was about to begin.

The portal appeared on March 1st in the back of her closet. She only knew by the sound of it’s gentle buzzing- she didn’t have the heart to actually look. Keeping up with real life was difficult enough, how could she possibly make herself write through it all?

The days began to blur together for Lark, until, by some forgotten habit, she checked the online SWC news. There, she got a glimpse of what her life would’ve been like without the terrible news, or if she’d had the courage to keep writing anyways. She was supposed to be in Epistolary, editing her novel and drafting ideas for new ones. The first Cabin Wars had already come and gone, and the daily and weekly prompts she saw were ones she would’ve jumped at in other sessions.

Maybe she should go after all.

Shakily, Lark moved aside the clothes in her closet to look through the portal. As always, it appeared as a bright, shimmering image of the island, with the cabins and the Big House arranged in a circle around the announcement boards.

Now that she thought about it, feeling bad like this wasn’t a reason to stop writing. Before, it was sometimes the only thing that got her through. Whether it was venting out her negative thoughts in a journal or crafting comforting fanfiction, writing had always helped her survive the darkest of times.

So now, when she was slipping again into that darker headspace, maybe a reminder to write was the thing that would pull her through.
Lark stepped through the portal, and came out in front of the announcement boards. All around it, the open space between the cabins had transformed into a blooming field of flowers for the weekly prompt, with signs beside each type with the name and meanings of the flowers.

The smell of fresh mangoes washed over her as she began to walk through the garden, catching bits and pieces of silly conversations as campers walked between the cabins or checked the leaderboard. The breeze blew lightly over her skin, and for the first time in days, Lark felt like she could actually breathe.

She pulled a small notebook out of her pocket and began to jot down a few ideas as she walked, reading the signs beside each group of flowers. It felt strange to do something so normal even when her life was being turned completely upside down- but SWC, and writing in general, weren’t about to go away. Even if she had to move to a different continent, the applications always magically knew where to send the portal. No matter what happened, she could return here.

Hearing a burst of laughter somewhere nearby, Lark grinned, taking another deep breath. She could feel the prickles of stress slowly leaving her, and the creative parts of her mind starting up when they’d been silent for ages. A few flowers caught her eye, and she wrote down their meanings.
Wood sorrel: joy.
Dandelions: faithfulness.

Lark spotted another camper in the garden nearby, someone whose name she couldn’t remember but recognized as someone else from Epistolary. The other camper met her eyes and gave a friendly wave. Lark returned it with a faint smile, and stepped over beside her. “Hi!” she said, hesitating when a wave of nervousness washed over her. “I’m from Epistolary too, I just… came a little late. Is there anything I need to be caught up on?”

The other camper leaned over the flowers and picked a few. “Well, the wars were chaos as usual,” she reported with a fond laugh. “Don’t worry about it, though. We all get caught up in life sometimes. Everyone’s going to be glad you made it here.” She handed the cluster of white elder blossoms to Lark: compassion, according to the sign beside them.

“Would you like me to show you to the letter terminal?” the other camper asked. “That’s our cabin. I’m sure you could’ve figured it out fine on your own, but I know it’s harder to walk alone sometimes.”

“That sounds good,” Lark agreed, relieved. The other camper was right- she would’ve been fine on her own, but having the presence of someone else nearby was always comforting, and a little comfort was exactly what she needed right now.

Sunlight warmed the path as they walked towards the Epistolary cabin, a building with most of its windows open to allow dozens of birds of different species to enter and exit with letters clutched in their beaks or talons. A few campers raced each other from the next door cabin to turn in their dailies, and were greeted by cheers and excited chatter from the campers already hanging out by the boards.

A writing camp sounded like it would be something quiet and serious, in theory. Of course, there were times when SWC felt more serious, whether it was writing an intense scene or racing the clock to turn everything in on time. But whatever was happening in the camp, it would always be a safe escape from the world.

Lark smiled fully as she stepped into her cabin, surrounded by her encouraging new teammates.

Maybe, somehow, she was going to be okay.

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I don't talk in title caps, or whatever it's called, but titles are in title caps.
alright, uhh… please ignore my low amount of forum posts! (I moved)

as the title suggests, i'm looking for username ideas for a storage account.
I do have scratch.mit.edu/users/justalightbulb, but i'm looking for a more professional looking account. my problem is that I don't want to use an account name that's not that well thought out, like justalightbulb. I have a few ideas, like using my spottedlanternfly account, but I'm thinking of something original.
I have a few guidelines-sort of. well, more like ideas.
-kirby related
-related to any of my Ocs (check for Ocs on scratch.mit.edu/users/justalightbulb )
-related to wings of fire
-cool sounding name
-bird related
I'll respond to every idea with feedback!

who knows, there might even be a reward if I decide to use it…
please let me know if this post breaks the guidelines in any way. i'll close it!

well, thanks for listening,
-Dee

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Malicondi wrote:

NamePending_ wrote:

i9xis wrote:

Ninja'ing is when you're replying to the person above you, but while typing, someone posts and you accidentally reply to them.

I'm on a lot of forums, it's the post common forum word there is.

What about in the forums? Do you mean quoting?

they're probably referring to how other forums work, usually in the Scratch Forums “ninja'ing” or being “ninja'd” refers to when answering a question or responding to someone, and someone or multiple people do it before you with the same/similar answer.

I'm relatively sure it did originate from other forums, and not inside of the Scratch Forums

OK, thanks for telling me

I am logged in then I save the project I share it then a few days later the
Project is gone

Weekly #3


Part 1/

- Allison was a serious, hard working kid, who would do anything for anyone. Though, of course, it had to be good things, he'd never do something bad. No. Never. But then… One day, as he prepared for a school play, (and of course, he was the main character) her realised his beloved pirate hat disappeared.

- Allison was greatly troubled by the disappearance of his hat, because it was a very important detail for his character in the play. Just as he was getting desperate, having turned the house upside down three times, he thought he saw a shadow with his pirate hat. As the day goes on, he noticed scattered foot prints, or should we say rather paw prints.

- The day of the play… Allison still didn't have his hat. Just as he prepared to adapt without it, he saw a cute little turtle wearing his hat. A turtle had stolen his pirate hat! As his outstretched hand touched the him of the hat, the cute creature turned into a horrible monster.

- Allison managed to retrieve his hat, and went to school fairly happily, ready to tell his friends about the mysterious turtle. Just then, he heard a big blast in his house, and the turtle came flying out, having turned into a deep shade of scarlet and burning with flames. It charged at Allison.

- Allison panicked, but he managed to keep calm. Using his skills as magician, he created a portal and the turtle, not noticing it, crashed into it. The turtle disappeared into another world. Allison didn't have time to check which world he had sent the turtle in, he was going to be late for school. As he sat on his chair in a classroom, he noticed he had sent the turtle monster into a digital world called “SWC”. He shrugged. All it mattered was that he had his pirate hat back.
*315 words

Part 2/

- Exposition: The main character has a friend who likes to play tricks on him. It is introduced in the form of a dialogue, Allison phoning his friend to tell him the importance of the pirate hat on the play. The friend is a little too suspicious as he agrees a little too swiftly.

- Exposition: The main character feeds his turtle after calling his friend. The turtle cage is placed in front of a shelf, where Allison's pirate hat is standing. The turtle is very cute and lovable, but today, Allison was having trouble feeding it lettuce. The turtle just didn't seem to want to open his mouth and turn his head.

- Rising action: Allison was turning his house over in search of his pirate hat. He was so concentrated and nervous and furious that he didn't notice his cute little pet disappeared. He continues searching without paying much attention to the detail. He, the model student, wouldn't want to ruin the play with a lost pirate hat.

- Rising action: The main character thought he saw a little shadow besides the house. It didn't seem that much like the shape of his pirate hat, so he didn't worry too much about the little shadow. He needed to find his hat, urgently! But that little detail he skipped… It would have saved him lots of trouble.
*224 words

Part 3/

Just like I said so, the youngsters nowadays… And you do not question the interviewer, quite the opposite actually. With that being said, on with the questions. After you went shopping at the mall for your ‘sister’s present', I assume you went straight back home? Or… were you erring around the place, wanting to give a tap on the back to your great friend the murderer?
*nostrils flaring xD* AHEMMM for dinner? I am very sorry but the crime happened at 7:34 pm, which is way too early for dinner! Excuse me for the rather completely unrelated question, but when do you eat dinner? For your information, I eat dinner at 11:59:59 pm exact! Argh, these youngsters nowadays, they don't care about tradition or culture or dinner time! *grits teeth* *calms down* Sorry for the slight off topic. Let us continue. What is your favourite meal to eat for dinner at 11:59:59 pm?
*coldly I do have my own reasons to interview you! You say you were at the mall. Did you not hear any corruption after the murder took place? AND- I remind you that Gurtlemart, the store where the murder took place, is RIGHT NEXT to SWCarget. So you better answer correctly.
Humph…. What is that ‘thing or two’ you know about the murder? I am quite interested to know.
Yes, yes. Noted. And how do you know the names's John? And I have my reason for interviewing, this is none of your business, young lady. :stern:
:stern: And why were you at the mall?
Ahem… So, I'm here to ask you a few question concerning the crime. First of all, where were you when the scene took place? :eyes:
Well then… With the information I gathered, I would like to announce that you are not a suspect.
https://scratch.mit.edu/users/TokoWrites/#comments-320503840
*309 words

Part 4/

It was a dark, rainy day. There had just been a new murder stated in the newspaper. About a man called John something murdered in a shop, Gurtlemart, to be exact. The news had been all over the city. It had reached a house too, with a newspaper lying on the table, but it hadn't caused much commotion in the peaceful home.

In a quiet home of the busy city, there was a little boy called Allison. He was model student, and would do anything for everyone in the most gentleman like manner, even if he was only seven of age. He was phoning a friend, talking seriously about the school play they were both in. “That pirate hat. It's a very important accessory.” Allison says to his friend. Through the phone, the friend laughs.

Allison hangs off and turns to feed his cute little turtle some lettuce. The turtle who would normally be munching happily through the salad, was staring, or so it seemed, at Allison's desk. The boy shrugged.

The following morning, and the day of the play, Allison woke up to find his pirate hat gone. He panicked, and turned the house upside down three times, unsuccessful. In the commotion, he didn't realise his pet had gone, too. Just as he began to loose hope and thought that he would somehow have to manage without the pirate hat, he saw some footprints… Or rather paw prints, on the spotlessly clean floor. Then, he saw a dark shadow immerging out of his front yard. Gurtle! He shouted out. It was his pet, with his pirate hat on top of the turtle's head. He laughed out loud and just as the tip of his finger touched the him of his pirate hat, the inoffensive turtle turned into a horrifying monster. A balrog, more precisely.

Allison knew what to do. He should have expected that. The magician who gave him the turtle warned him of the pet's powers. The magician knew only one trick to solve the problem, and taught that to Allison. The boy waved his arm, recited a few magical lines, and a portal created itself out of thin air. Gurtle ran straight at the portal, not seeing it, and he disappeared to another world, leaving the pirate hat safe and sound on the ground. Allison didn't know what world his pet got sent to, but it couldn't have mattered less to him, since he, model student, would never be late, especially on a special occasion such as this one. He carefully put his pirate hat on, ran back inside to take his school bag, stuffed a few text books inside it, and ran off to his beloved school.

Meanwhile, Gurtle the Balrog was being ejected into another world. It was a digital world, on screen, not a real one, but what mattered for the angry, flaming monster? All it wanted to do was destroy everything and anything in its way. It discovered text boxes, images of a cute turtle (wait, wasn't that him?), and many, many other destroyable things. He also ate a few links on his way to ease his hunger. It wrecked ships and sailors, flowers and constellation, it tampered with on going wars… It did all it can to destroy whatever was in it's path. The people in the digital world would have to fight hard to control the wild beast…
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SO
I was vibing with a friend
He had a project related to 17 dollars.
I said I had eighteen.
He said he had 17 and 1 cent.
So I went bad math and said 18 > 17.1 (supposed to be 17.01, that's the bad math part) then the “get wr*cked” part

I'm censoring it because I don't wanna risk getting muted again. Simply I have no clue

Im useing a school computer.

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

gabrielzinhokcb2 wrote:

hi guys i'm not gating popular

use https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/8/ if you want a quick way, im not popular too but i make games for fun

Overview

Ixaria is the 3rd planet of an F-type star called Solaris, Solaris is a star in the Pinwheel Galaxy not this universe's pinwheel galaxy btw, it has a space nation, called the Second Ixarian Republic maps here, although this Ixarian Republic isn't united yet, it is comprised of the Ixian Empire, Centralia not the town thing in Romania, OSC not an object show community or smth and Vërshavia, which is on the outer edge of the Pinwheel Galaxy, The Second Ixarian Republic is 2.45 thousand megalightyears³. The Pinwheel Galaxy has a lot of exapolitan area. The planet of Ixaria is a super habitable planet despite orbiting an F-type main-sequence star, it has around 260 million species and it is about 21916.24km wide, which is large, about half the size of Neptune. It is orbiting at 2.25 AU from Solaris, which is 933,095.6 km in radius and with an effective temperature of 6755K, Ixaria orbits Solaris every 2.867 earth years and it's orbiting at ~23km/s. Ixaria's atmosphere composition is 0.2% methane, 0.9% carbon dioxide, 72.8% nitrogen, 25% oxygen, and 1.3% sulfur dioxide, which makes a teal sky , It also has total Solaris eclipses, caused by the moon “Apollo”, which is 231 times smaller than Solaris but it is 231 times closer, making both appear the same size in the teal skies of Ixaria, although for the other moons, it's a different story, Artemis is very cratery and mountany so it looks like a slightly deformed sphere, while Iis is a moon with a very thick oxygen and hydrogen atmosphere, but it is smaller than Apollo.

A random story I felt like writing, I got the prompt from a free prompts project but I forgot who made it. Here it is!



Freda sobbed in her room then quickly wiped off her tears when a stranger came in. He was wearing a black vest and mask that concealed his identity.
“It’s time to go,” he said sternly, showing no empathy to the fact that she had been crying just a second before. She knew what he was doing, she had been sentenced to death by black hole in the space camp. She had been accused for stealing needed supplies. But she never did, she was just sighted at the scene when she was just going to the nearest restroom near the lab. She got up from her seat and dreier the rest of her wet face.
She swallowed back fear and lifted her chin up in confidence. She would not be known as the girl who had cried right before her death. She was 14 years old, still in school. And doing a terrible job at it. They were living on the colonised moon. A giant bubble had been formed around it to keep the oxygen in. She walked with the strange man across the field over to the black hole room. The field had been covered in dandelions. Looking to happy for this sad day. The blinding light from the sun overhead always shined on them, making the heat almost unbearable. The lighting dimmed as she walked inside the building.
“You are going to have to wear this,” the man declared, holding up a black blindfold. Freda snatched it and slipped it over her eyes. Better to not see her death coming than to wait in dread for it.
She was lead to a freezing room. As if all the life had been sucked out of it. The man tied her to a chair and left the room. Locking the door behind him.
“Criminal ready,” someone said. The room grew even colder and Freda could tell the lights dimmed even more. “Black hole initiation in 3, 2, 1.” Someone called out, then Freda felt an intense pull. The chair dragging as she felt herself leave the ground. She seemed suspended in the air for a moment then with intense speed.
She rushed forward and felt herself getting sucked into it. An intense pain followed, nausea overcame her as she felt herself being stretched out and twisted. Then it stopped. She was still in the chair and wondered if she was in heaven.
“Sir, it seems we’ve found another one.” A voice said.

I doubt the Scratch Team would know your house address, but it is a fact that the Scratch Team knows your IP address from the device you are using to access Scratch. The IP address gives a rough idea of where you live, but there is only a little deal for the Scratch Team to know where you are. Probably the only valid reason for the Scratch Team to know your IP address is if you are using the same IP address to make a new account because your previous account is banned.

Dogs-are-amazing1 wrote:

Plants4Life1200 wrote:

PySnap wrote:

Second, a bot that removes comments of people advertising. Why? Because advertising is annoying when you don't want advertisers.

If you don't want advertisers, then (politely!) re-direct them to a studio that actually allows advertising. Advertising isn't exactly against the rules.

If you advertise somewhere where the creator hasn’t said it’s allowed, then it’s against the rules

Where did you hear that? I don't see anything about that in the Community Guidelines.

NamePending_ wrote:

i9xis wrote:

Ninja'ing is when you're replying to the person above you, but while typing, someone posts and you accidentally reply to them.

I'm on a lot of forums, it's the post common forum word there is.

What about in the forums? Do you mean quoting?

they're probably referring to how other forums work, usually in the Scratch Forums “ninja'ing” or being “ninja'd” refers to when answering a question or responding to someone, and someone or multiple people do it before you with the same/similar answer.

I'm relatively sure it did originate from other forums, and not inside of the Scratch Forums

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

465 words, Thriller cabin
Violet turned just in time to see an ibex bursting through the trees. “Smarlls-?”
Behind Smarlls came a small, cute red crab. He clicked his claws and looked up at the towering Balrog-Gurtle. “Benny-?” People whisper.
Sinking from the sky, a huge, towering purple object with rings- and a smile. “Saturn Peeles?”
Then- a space monster, a dragon just like Gurtle now was- a pirate thudded to the ground. “Jim!”
They had arrived.
SWC had a long line of mascots. And now one had gone haywire… the others would put him right.
Balrog-Gurtle gave a roar and started, not toward, but away from it's fellow mascots. “After him!” Someone yelled, and the chase began.
Many grabbed frying pans, or bows, or whatever else they could find in the rubble.
Violet grabbed a frying and joined Faith, Poppy, and Aurora. “Let's go!”
And they all ran, making to stop the giant creature from destroying what they knew and loved.
Violet watched the giant dragon breathe fire, it's pirate hat wobbling above the din. She watched as he ran, scared of the other mascots.
But Violet noticed something else. Part of the monster, the small, cute, harmless, squeaking, lovable part, seemed to think something else.
Violet watched the monster seeming to be torn between fright and love. Fright took over. The Balrog ran. And Gurtle was forced to run with him. A part of him.
They all ran, but didn't seem to be gaining in any way. More buildings toppled over into flames, and more people fell behind in the fire. They needed a plan.
“Mangoes!” Violet cried suddenly.
“What?” Faith asked. “I thought the Balrog was immune to our mangoes or something.”
“He is, only because Gurtle is with him!” Violet said, excited. “We can use mangoes to get Gurtle out of there! First, we can lure him back-” She grabbed a mango and jumped onto one of the flaming buildings. “HEY! GURTLE!” The monster turned to look every so slightly. “MANGOES!”
There was a roar. The Balrog struggled with himself. He tried to keep going. But Gurtle's love of mangoes was no match for him. He started to gallop, against his will, toward Violet.
“COME ON!” Violet tossed the mango to Faith, and the Balrog changed course. She tossed it to Luna, who tossed it to Poppy who threw it to Aurora who lobbed over to Chuey, and it went on. They led the monster back to camp, and using mangoes, from camper to leader to person to person, they all put it in to work harder, and save their home.
Gurtle was running now, toward the mango, where he (hopefully) would be freed.
They ran by the silent hosts. And everyone knew, that whatever it took, they were going to save SWC.

i9xis wrote:

Ninja'ing is when you're replying to the person above you, but while typing, someone posts and you accidentally reply to them.

I'm on a lot of forums, it's the post common forum word there is.

What about in the forums? Do you mean quoting?

Plants4Life1200 wrote:

PySnap wrote:

Second, a bot that removes comments of people advertising. Why? Because advertising is annoying when you don't want advertisers.

If you don't want advertisers, then (politely!) re-direct them to a studio that actually allows advertising. Advertising isn't exactly against the rules.

If you advertise somewhere where the creator hasn’t said it’s allowed, then it’s against the rules

Hello and welcome to the forums.

The “Other Languages” forum is for Scratchers to chat in their native language on topics made for the language, if it isn't English or a language that has it's own forum. This forum is not meant for testing or stuff that doesn't fit on the rest of the forums. If you want to discuss Sonic stuff, then please post on this topic: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/624619/

I need to detect if an object is touching another object and then change a varialbe because of that, but that loops and changes the variable infintly. Does anyone have a fix for this?

Ninja'ing is when you're replying to the person above you, but while typing, someone posts and you accidentally reply to them.

I'm on a lot of forums, it's the post common forum word there is.

Hi again! Here are some links to some of my songs.
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/988575698/ - Escape
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/988559795/ - Cornered
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/984373306/ - Trapping a Leprechaun
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/979735186/ - Overture
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/975759680/ - Hype it ↓

benoutfit7 wrote:

we have revived a scratch block :: pen boolean

when green flag clicked
forever until <> {
}:: control cap

<forever until <(1)=(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)>{
hi}::control cap>{
hi
}::control cap
define hi
hi

Hello and welcome to the forums.

First of all: Australian is not a seperate language. Second of all: There is no need for a seperate English forum. If you want to use the forums in English, then feel free to use any one of the forums that aren't either language forums, or the “Other Languages” forum.

LP372 wrote:

it will be in the notifications instead
since i'm a student acc i cannot use contact us eficently

One question though,assuming that the email is automatically set to the teacher's email, how are you supposed to receive assistance from the ST, if a teacher gets the ST's reply?

In case it doesn't involve sending any email, and instead, involves sending notifications, Unfortunately, Notifications are quite cumbersome for the ST to create, as said by @hydrofungus, considering that the ST already has barely enough time on their hands to solve reports, I am not sure if this should be implemented…

moigam wrote:

ACTIVITY CHECK

We may be starting the work on a new project soon. We don't have enough staff yet, but we're getting there.

Now with the activity check part. If you are a member of this game studio, please respond to this message.

Everyone has 5 days to respond.

Responded:
Moigam
Malicondi
quadruple_door

Blue = Fast
Green = Normal
Orange = Slow
Red = No response

After a few days, I will send a comment to everyone's profile to respond to the activity check, in case they don't get notified for this message.

i'm online just waiting for a project

Can you make an article on Scratch Classmate? I found a file online on one of the MIT websites called this, and I wasn't able to view it. However, I'm sure somebody can download it, and if they can, I want an article explaining the mystery of Scratch Classmate, because the article doesn't exist yet. Thanks!

Narekpro wrote:

Malicondi wrote:

What exactly are you trying to do with the coordinates in the list? We need more details or us trying to help you will just be a stab in the dark.

I have a list containing coordinates. I want to use these coordinates to spawn a sprite.

what do you mean by “spawn a sprite”? If you want a sprite to go to the coordinates, depending on how your lists are setup you can do this:

go to x: (item (1) of [x positions v]) y: (item (1) of [y positions v])

or

go to x: (item (1) of [coordinates v]) y: (item (2) of [coordinates v])

Hello! in the sprite - PlayerVis you just need to remove this block everywhere: \[

stop [other scripts in sprite]

and in the broadcast block - PlayerDraw replace this block:

go to front

with:

go back (1) layers

IMPORTANT: I ​​fixed the error in layers, but I don’t know how
it can affect other things, so I advise you to create a copy of
the project before fixing the error

The Story Of A Derp

TSoaD is a collab comic story.

Writers:
@Di726
5
Pending Invites:
@catboi_2020
@lxmcoder101
@Prodigy_1
@RCtheredcoder1234


What Is TSoaD?


As I said, it's a comic collab.

Main Summary:

Follow our main characters as they explore new lands, face the unknown, and make some new friends along the way!

This hasn't been started yet but it will soon!

Meanwhile, you can add yourself to the Ping List.

Sign up for Ping List at the studio!

https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/34875189/comments

Bump! I support this because now the fame-hungry people are saying that “it's allowed if it's relevant to the project” only spamming #games and #all. This would help this issue a lot.

ronnor107 wrote:

medians wrote:

ronnor107 wrote:

han614698 wrote:

ronnor107 wrote:

han614698 wrote:

If you have an extension that lets you add stuff to Scratch, I believe you most likely can turn it 2.0 with this extension, if we're talking about the same one.

idk if were talking about the same one because i guess it mostly customizes it, for example it lets you change the color of the website and editor even though it has addons in the name.

Yes, we are. There is an addon that lets you change to 2.0f for studios (“Old studio Layout”), and you can move around stuff in the editor to make it look like 2.0, but the blocks will stay the same shape.

There is also a fully immersed 2.0 editor here, so you can make projects in 2.0 and then upload them to Scratch.

but it only lets you make the editor look like 2.0, not the website

There is a userstyle to do it:

However, I can't share it because of the policy.

is it on userstyles.org

nvm i got it

Hey say this to a character. I dare you!

“Did you know that tea is pudding cats? Misery penguins! UwU yellow video! Quasar kid ferret? Blossom magenta rosette! AI orange hero! Red fox radio!”

How did they react?

y should be the actual y value, not a variable named y.

TailsTheSonic wrote:

what 3ds model do you guys have? i have the pink original 3ds

I have a Burgundy New 3DS XL

I have 3 accounts, a main, a storage, and a test account. It's allowed, there's no rules about it.