birdracerthree wrote:

ArnoHu wrote:

birdracerthree wrote:

I’ve had enough stalling… I’m switching to list-contains in the evaluation and removing mate evaluations entirely unless a mate is found. Then, the TTable is toggled off and mate evals are turned on (or I gradually reduce the depth with the TTable List-Contains). Element desperately needs LMR to keeps up with White Dove’s tactical vision. Thoughts?

Not sure I understand correctly about TT mate evaluations, but I know they can be challenging. LMR is important from a certain search depth on.

I can’t fix the TT mate eval issue, so I’m removing them when the TTable is on. The LMR is to keep up with White Dove’s search depth. Detecting king captures in the evaluation will cause issues…

Quick question; why are move generation lookups faster than the more standard method? The latter uses numerical calculations, so it should be faster.

Hm, the standard move generation method on any other platform would be bitboards. As we don't have 64bit integers nor bitwise ops, what comes closest are precalculated lookup tables, as they limit the number of Scratch blocks invoked, which is the most important performance factor on Scratch 3. On TurboWarp that is not the case, but lookup tables should also be faster than additional logic code.

Fluffygamer_ wrote:

Nouvelle question : C'est quoi votre matière préférée à l'école/au collège/au lycée/à l'université ? Et celle que vous aimez le moins ?

Moi je suis a l'école et je vais te le dire

Mes matières préféré

- EPS

- Vocabulaire

Les matières que j'aime le moins

- Histoire

- Sciences

- Chant \ Théâtre

Skadoodly wrote:

ajsya wrote:

Skadoodly wrote:

7salad3salad wrote:

St_Pupcake wrote:

Shark just tried to murder me again, and just declared that the non pvp zone in Mantisburgh was void? Who gave him this authority? He’s just targeting me because he’s too afraid of everyone else in my nation. Just keeping you updated. Shark needs to be de opped. He’s broken the rules about 5 too many times.

what rules did he break specifically

No combat is permitted in claimed land unless allowed by the owner (it wasn't)

It's funny how you were the one to hit first.

I would also like to clear the situation up publicly on the forums by saying that the original killing of Wulvie was a mistake (I did not realize that it was against the rules), and I have since made up for it. The killing of Shy, even though it happened in Mantis, was justified self-defense because I was attacked by her with an axe. Then of course the last skirmish in Mantis mentioned above was also justified because I wasn't even the one who started it!

I was floating around in the water in Mantis when Skood joined the game. He asked Wulvie whether or not PvP was allowed in Mantis when he saw me. Wulvie said no, it wasn't allowed. 2 minutes later Skood krits me with his sword. This is how the battle started! He broke the pvp rules willingly in his own nation! Later Skood would also shoot arrows at me in neutral Spain as well.

I haven't broken the rules on killing in claimed territories since the first incident.

Nuh uh

there is no way that brother just responded to a well thought out argument with “Nuh uh” this is such a Gen Alpha moment

i kinda made it but a little bit weird
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The promotion for DR Season 2 looks very good. Let's hope the first half of the season does well when it officially drops later this week.
No Spoilers till everyone has a chance to watch!!!!!

-We Rise!

march 31 - thank you notes

+1,187 words

prompt: As we finish up this session and start preparations for the next, take some time to reflect. What are your favorite memories of this month? Who or what made an impact on you? Now go ahead and let those people know! Write some thank you's to express your gratitude for the influence they've made on you and others <3

SWC
This was my fourth session. I have been in the SWC community for over a year. Wow. At the end of my first session, I knew that I would want to keep going, and here I am. I did have the intention of co-leading this session, and while that didn’t work out (I didn’t have time) it is something I am definitely going to try and do for July. I hope I won’t be leaving this community anytime soon as it has kept me doing what I love. So, while we have a month off before applications and stuff, I’ll be back soon!

note: thank you’s are in alphabetical order <3

Alaska (@-forevermore)

I started seeing you around in the beginning of the session and knew you were somoene I wanted to talk to. I have read several of your pieces (your writing is phenomenal) and I was so excited to meet another Swifite! I hope we can talk outside of session, and I’ll see you around!

Avery (@turniing-paqes)

As one of my newer Scratch friends, SWC was a wonderful way for us to talk more. I met you out of SWC, but when I found out you had been part of the community for some time, I was so overjoyed! You are also the only one I know of who is closest to my age) It has just been so nice to talk with you, and obviously we’ll be talking out of session was well, so I will see you around

Bella (@-Wraiith)

Last session was the first time I talked with you. Between sessions we started talking and now we are friends! I’ve loved reading your work throughout the session (also love Fabian + Meryn) and just- ASDFSJD- Bellalalala, you are an amazing person <3 Hopefully we’ll talk soon, and I am definitely looking forward to hearing more about your novel

Nova (@Novanuhea123)

I’ve seen you around in SWC before, but we started talking this session! I’m so glad to have made another Scratch friend, and thank you for reading my work! It means a lot <3 Hopefully we’ll talk again soon, and I hope you have a wonderful April!

Poppy (@PoppyWriter)

For as long as we are both in SWC, you will have automatically claimed a spot in my thank you notes One year ago we started talking over a similarity of “Pride and Prejudice” and here we are today still talking about “Pride and Prejudice” I have a mental list of who I consider my “Pride and Prejudice” Besties and although you are my only online one, and none of these friends no who the other is XD you were the first one on the list. This session I hav enot only appreciated you as a friend, but I have also been so proud of you! It is YOUR cabin who is number one on the leaderboard. YOU helped co-lead. It has been very funny because each night when I check the rankings, I’ll be like “Argh- Thriller is still on top.” but also, “Yay, Poppy,’s cabin!” Someday we will be in a cabin together, but while we wait, I have enjoyed this friendly competition. I don’t want to end this with a “hope to see you around soon” because I WILL be talking with you tomorrow since its the start of Camp NaNO, so I will say, you did great this session, and I am excited for what is to come!

Recca (@27coding_crazy)

THANK YOU FOR TALKING ABOUT “PRIDE AND PREJUDICE” WITH ME!!! It always makes me so happy to meet someone with the same love for the story and Jane Austen as I do. Between that and the messages for whenever someone completed a daily or weekly showed what a supportive person you are. I hope we will get to talk again soon <3

Ris (@Eeveedonut)

I know you were a bit inactive this session, but I was still so excited to be in a cabin with you. I have never been in a cabin with someone I’ve known before/talked to outside of SWC sessions (other than having a repeat leader once), and whenever I saw you say something in the cabin, it was just so exciting <3

Sandy (@Sandy-Dunes)

You were my co-leader in Folklore for my first ever session last year. This session we were cabinmates. It was son nice to see you again, and although we didn’t talk much, I was always so pleased to see a message from you. I read a few of your pieces this session, and they were amazing! Also, YOU WROTE SO MUCH!!!! Congratulations on hitting 50k words

Seven (@-lxve-bug-)

We talked a bit this session, and this was my first time seeing you around! You were so helpful in cabin wars and understanding when I wasn’t able to participate much. It was nice to have you as a cabinmate, and I hope we’ll get to talk more soon <3

Sophia (@dreamysolitude)

You were the one who sent me the message telling me I got into poetry- my “dream cabin” for the session. I know that we did not talk much, but I have definitely seen you around the SWC community before, and it was so nice to have you as a co-leader. You made sure our points were added and were key in making sure our cabin was organized and active. Oh! And I appreciate that you read my writing. Whenever I get a message giving a compliment on one of my pieces reminds me that people ARE interested in what I write. Such compliments help motivate me to continue doing what I love. Thank you for all that you did, and I hope to see you around soon

Summer (@-SimplyWatermelon-)

Thank you for leading this session! I have loved talking with you, and the fact that you’re Christian makes my heart swell with happiness I have definitely seen you around the community before, so I felt confident that you would be a great leader, and you went well beyond that! You were consistently active and updating things, and for this being your first time leading if I am not mistaken, you did AMAZING. I hope we will get to talk more soon, and happy Easter!

Tilly (@sweetcakefamily)

We didn’t talk much, but it was so nice giving motivation to each other on the dailies and weeklies. I hope the session went well for you, and I hope to see you around! (I realize how short this is- I’m really bad at coming up with things to say, but I did want to thank you because I know we talked a little.)

Vi (@violent-measures)

Hello, other Vi! My first ever session we were in the same cabin together. We didn’t really talk, nor did we my other three sessions, but this time around, we interacted a few times! I don’t really know what else to say, but if I am not mistaken, you are going to college soon, so I wish you the best of luck with that, and I hope to see you around!

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Mogus_man wrote:

teamsonic2011 wrote:

I got a copy of Mk7, anyone want to play

i’ve really been playing mortal kombat way to much
i just had a neuron activate when i read “mk7”

in 2019, an image host known as tinypic, which was commonly used by many forumers during the early 2010s, shut down, deleting every image previously hosted there (which is why so many old forum posts just have broken image links now).

the scratch team never removed the website from the whitelist, which was actually somewhat reasonable, because when it was shut down, all tinypic-hosted images were replaced with a discontinuation message. if tinypic had been removed from the whitelist as soon as it shut down, that might have confused some forumers who didn't know why their photos were gone. but that logic only makes sense for about a year at most, and it would have been fine if it was removed from the whitelist after that brief period of potential confusion.

in 2023, the tinypic website was relaunched, not as an image host, but as a photography blog. because of the relaunch, the discontinuation message was deleted from the website, leaving many forum topics with broken image links.

and still, after all these years, the scratch team has not removed this website from the image host whitelist.

to prove that it's still on the whitelist, the below photos are located on tinypic.com, all of which load fine. they were uploaded by the current website owners. click the “quote” button and scan through the [img] tags if you don't believe me.



i really don't see any reason why this website is still on the image host whitelist. i mean, tinypic doesn't even provide the same services as it used to anymore, and the only reason why it could hypothetically be on the image whitelist stopped being a possibility in 2023.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of abuse, implied death, actual death and injury

these burning memories - writing comp entry

❝ often. they come back to haunt us. ❞


The beginning of what was

It is dead.
This house that has seen me through almost my entire life.
It is known for its frivolity and ebullient spirits, its mirth, laughter and brightness
Was. I keep forgetting, although I pick my way through the destruction.
A child, when I first came here. A child who only wanted a home.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

“I’ll take care of you,” whispered Marie as we sat together, bones protruding at every angle. We’d been malnourished from the last house. The people locked us up in rooms that had a distinct stench of human faeces, urine and sweat. Often, days went by until the little girl finally managed to persuade her mother to open the door and free us.

I’d shuffled closer to my brother, who’d said nothing. If my brother was quiet, it was serious. I could feel the pulse of his emotions, every ache in his heart. It was special, our bond. Mama used to say we were inseparable. Two boys so closely knitted together. One wild with an untameable spirit, one destined to never be anything except for his shadow.
Twenty minutes older, Julien was, and those twenty minutes had defined my entire life.


I didn’t believe Marie’s promise. But the woman did everything in her power to care for us as did the rest of her family. Like the chocolate - a rare treat that Marie’s husband, Henri would often pull out of his pocket, twinkling at us.
I may be poor, Henri used to say, but I am rich in my children.

We weren’t the only ones there. Marie and Henri had a daughter, born after two small white crosses in the graveyard.
I cannot cleave the longing that is engraved on my bones at the very thought of her.
She knew.
She always did.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

“Checkmate,” Elodie said, moving her bishop.
Julien was stranded. Nowhere to go and nothing to turn to.
“Admit defeat. Julien, you are more proud than your father.”
They laughed simultaneously, but there was no mirth in it. Elodie sighed softly.
“I am sorry. I should not have said that.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” one side of Julien’s mouth turned up in a half-smile, making Elodie’s heartbeat a little faster.
“Coccinelle?” She asked, not quite believing this display of nonchalance.

Coccinelle meant no secrets. No lying through your teeth and every guard down. At least, that’s what Julien told me.

“Why ladybug? It is a strange word.”
Julien shrugged. “It is her favourite.”

I watched them, day after day, observing the slight flush in Elodie’s cheeks. How Julien’s gaze lingered on her face a little too long, and the prolonged touch of their fingertips every time their hands brushed.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

The middle of them

“I think I love her,” Julien told me one summer.
We had just turned seventeen. Both tall, broad and strong, drifting apart slowly but surely.
This day felt different. Like nostalgia and hazy memories, our childhood friendship clung to the air as a reminder of what had been.
I turned away from the sunlight, letting the darkness hide my anguish.
I did not trust myself to speak for a couple moments.
“I know.”

I started spiralling from that moment onwards.
Un monstre. Un monstre, Un monstre, Un monstre

Most wounds are said to stitch themselves back up.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

When my brother had fled town, rolling in debt and embroiled in scandal, I paid off every last penny. Like the man I was meant to be, the man he would never come close to being.
I’d gone round soothing indigent villagers, comforting troubled Marie and Elodie.

Marie clutched at my hand. Marie, strength and kindness incarnate. Marie, who rescued birds with broken wings, Marie who nursed us through scarlet fever and almost died, Marie who treated us as if we were her own.
“Julien,” she said, sobbing. Her frail body was shaking.

Elodie lifted her head from the table, her red-rimmed eyes the only sign of grief.
“Why must we go on, Maman? When the villagers spit and gossip at us, all for one boy.


She spoke bitterly but I knew she was nursing a broken heart. Her room was next to mine and I listened to the tortured cries of her sleep. He haunted her at night, haunted all of us.
He’d left indelible marks on every inch of this house.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

I gave her the one thing a boy like me can.
Friendship, offering her a hand to hold in the midst of his absence.

But the old cordiality began to pale in comparison to what was blooming.

The early days of us were fluttering, crisp and golden. Even April rain showers could not marr the beauty and the fragility of our love.

One precious year, of us and everything in between.

And then.
Him, like a hurricane on a gentle spring evening, when the hum of nature filled the air. A tidal wave in a calm ocean, thrashing with rage.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

“Betrayal,” he hissed in Elodie’s ear. He made no attempt at hiding the venomous hatred he felt towards me.
He brandished a knife, threatening me to come closer. Restraining Elodie by the waist, holding her hostage.

“Enjoy your happiness. May your days be fruitful, bright and abundant.”

He struck a match, and set fire to our house. I lunged for the door, only to find it locked.

My brother had taken our only key. Bolted every window with a vengeance.

I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the first thing I saw: a rolling pin. I smashed the window, glass shards shattered and decorated the floor. Elodie screamed, and stumbled. The soles of her feet were red, tender and swollen.

“I cannot make it through the window,” she whispered, “Not with my feet like this.”
“You must. I beg you, please. Please, Elodie.”
“It is not only that.”

She removed the hand pressed to her stomach, only to reveal a large, gaping wound. The tyrant had been threatening her with a knife. How had I not noticed my wife cry out? How could I be so uncaring, so selfish?

Her breath came in short, shuddering gasps. I could see her lips beginning to turn white.

“ No, no, mon amour, it can't be, ” I took my wife into my arms, gently rocking her back and forth.
The flames built around us.“You have to leave.”
“ No,” I shook my head, “not with you like this.”
“ You will die.”
“ There is no me without you, Elodie.”
“ I know. I know, but you must go. Please. Please. For me.”

I hope you will never know the anguish it takes to leave someone you love in a burning house.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

The end of us

I live in pain, and not only for Elodie.

For my brother, whom I’d so selfishly sacrificed, to pay for my cruelty.

You shouldn’t believe everything you read, dear reader.
I was the one who ran away from town.
He stayed behind, and married Elodie.
I started the fire, with the cowardly rage that was always hidden away.
Although, I have always loved Elodie. Longer than even him, perhaps.

And maybe, reader, I have lied to you. Maybe I have blurred the lines between truth and reality, so much so you begin to question who speaks to you.
Is he feral or is he broken?

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

I forgive you, he said to me, when I tried to stop him from turning himself in at the station.

Coccinelle? I whispered, like a frightened child.

His blue eyes bore into mine.

A ladybug alighting on Elodie’s finger, the musicality of her laugh. The way him and her swayed together, at the evening dances in the village hall. Their fingers, always so tightly interlaced. How Leila at Misa Cara had read their calloused palms, and told them they defied the stars.

I knew the same memories were flitting across his mind.
Two brothers, once so closely knit together.

“Maman never told us this,” I said weakly, “I am afraid.”
What a coward, what a coward, what a coward.

One girl, his undoing and mine.

“Blood is blood,” he replied, “We are family.”

And sometimes, family can mean terrible things

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

Epilogue - A thousand things we left unfinished

The mind is broken, the mind will not be restored.
I leave early the next morning, when everything is still and only the rustle of the leaves betray my going.
There is nothing left for me in this town anymore.
Will I wander forever? With this ache in me ever cease unravelling, twisting itself around my body?
These wrung out goodbyes, I call my curse.

souvent. cela se retourne contre nous.

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

+1,456 words

author's note
(not included in word count)

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SO basically add a box around your sprite and then make in so its not visible and the width is thick then you do when lets say a ball touches colour black remove 10 hp

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end

-FlamingFire-12 wrote:

Draked12 wrote:

alright, i properly tested with the saving script, it was fixed:
new:

add (amplified code) to [list v]
wait (0.1) secs
replace item (4 v) of [list v] with (amplified code)

add (amplified code) to [list v]
repeat (4)
wait (0) secs
end
replace item (4 v) of [list v] with (amplified code)

This is the script. 4/30 (Typical scratch running rate in FPS) is greater than 0.1
the reapeat 4 times, wait 0 second block dont work, it only works if you do a wait 0.1 second block

What do you mean? Importing Ruffle games into a Scratch project?

*Google.

Also you're a pretty popular scratcher, dang!

Za-Chary wrote:

Are you referring to this studio? https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/3562259

Looks like it's an unofficial studio featuring a fan-made mascot. I don't recall Airielle ever being a Scratch mascot.

Yeah ok, thanks, if you look up scratch mascots on Gogle though, she pops up.

Are you referring to this studio? https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/3562259

Looks like it's an unofficial studio featuring a fan-made mascot. I don't recall Airielle ever being a Scratch mascot.

guesty7 wrote:

there is this game called punch out for the Nintendo Wii

Ah I see. Well I'd say just try and start to make the game and when a problem that you can seem to fix comes up, either post back on HwS or just message me and you'll get help.

Hope this helps a bit

I'm just confused, because scratch says that Airielle is one of their mascots if you search it up on Google. I have gone to the sprite search and she is also not there. I was working on a Scratch mascot game, but I'm stuck at a roadblock. Can anyone help me out?

Scratch wont let me upload the image to forums so I made this project
As far as I know, it's only this button, I don't know its function but it makes a cat sound when pressed

https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/992537802

spider dance would be a good one, as well as another one rides the bus

Critique
word count - 888 words
@ForestPanter (CD) :: Sci-Fi

Side Note: I just want to start off by saying that I'm going to be editing the first bit of the story (if that's fine with you ;D) – I can take a look at the other parts a bit later, but since it goes over the 2000 word limit, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be focusing on the exposition bits ^^ If you do want me to give some general feedback for the whole thing though, please do let me know! I'll get to that as soon as I can <3

The land was dry and dark.

Since this phrase is starting off your story, I feel like it needs to be more descriptive. The first introduction of your story is what captivates your reader, so by making it seem more descriptive, your reader will want to continue reading it. I also feel like the words “dark” and “dry” are simply just telling us what's happening, you know? Although I personally don't really follow the show vs tell logic, I always try my best to be somewhat descriptive when describing a location because if done right, you can paint a really clear image in the reader's mind (thus just giving a whole other vibe to your piece of writing, you know?).

The party moved slowly across the land, casting a golden lantern glow in their wake.

I have to say that this sentence is absolutely perfect! The word choice, the connotation used as well the description is absolutely perfect! I feel like if you can incorporate a similar aspect to your starting introduction (the sentence I was talking about above), it would really elevate your story. But back to this sentence, I feel like it has it all, you know? The usage of “casting a golden lantern glow” and “wake” really helps me visualize the scene that you're describing.

Indeed, it was only the sand and the moon that would be seen for many miles to come.

I personally feel like “indeed” is not the right transition word needed to start this sentence. It is ok with it, but for some reason it makes the phrase sound wrong if you get what I mean. I would perhaps recommend changing it to something like this: “Despite the light coming from the lanterns, it was only the sane and moon that could be seen for many miles to come”. By doing this, you can connect both of those sentence ideas together while also providing more clarity as to what is happening. Of course, this is just a personal preference, so feel free to ignore this suggestion <3

And as the two people neared, they could hear bird shrieks and caws, growls and footsteps. Crickets chirped and the air itself seemed to whisper.

I know there's probably not much you can do about this, but the usage of “people” both at the starting and here just seems kind of off to me. Like I've stated before ahah, I find that maybe adding some description would help your point come across more effectively. Something like “hooded figures” (or something along those lines) will provide more variety as well as flow within your writing.

And, as the sun rose, the adventurers’ spirits brightened with it, their posture straightening. They dusted off their saddles, calling to each other for food and water, eagerly urging their weary steeds on. The air of new things- of new riches- was enticing.
And then, finally, they had reached the jungle.

I find that you're using “And” a lot as a sentence starter, which becomes a bit repetitive after a while. It also feels a bit unrelated in some sense because the two sentences that you're connecting don't seem completely related. They're introducing new topics and ideas, which kind of goes against the purpose of using a conjunction like “and”. (It's fine the way it is, but if you're looking to further enhance your writing a general sentence structure, I'd recommend looking out for these things ;D)

The Desert Temple was meant to be the easiest of the three to find. But it had proved to be the most dangerous trip they’d ever been on…

Up until this point your dialogue and characterization have been on par <3 I really enjoy how you've established the relationships between your two characters, and how they interact with each other. The description and words you use help me to envision the scene, and I wouldn't really change much about the exposition/description happening here!

They fell, and fell, and fell.
SPLASH!
They crashed hard into an underground pool, coughing up water but somehow alive. They were in a narrow cavern, the light of the

AHH you just have a way with dialogue, CD! I feel like the components of your story that include dialogue really have me hooked in, feeling the tension that your characters are going through XD (which is an amazing thing, so I really want to applaud you for that!). This is probably me just being picky again, but similar to how you used “and” a lot before, I find that you're starting a lot of your sentences with the word “they” here. I understand that it's completely fine, but like I said before, I would recommend changing it up to give the reader some variety.

(note to self: you stopped at the part where Steve steps on the center tile <3)

Overall
AHH CD <3 This is such an amazing weekly part, like I can't even begin to describe how amazing your writing is! You have such a unique style (whether that eb phrasing or word choice) that really helps to get your reader fully captivated in what you've written. From what I can see, writing dialogue for exposition is definitely one of your strong points because I could clearly envision all of the scenes in my head - it was as if I was on the adventure alongside both Steve and Alex. Although I didn't finish reading the whole thing yet (don't worry– I will come back to it when I have more time <3), I have to say that you are an extremely talented writer and I love what you've decided to do with the fourth weekly! Keep soaring high, I can't wait to see all the other amazing things you come up with ;D

The_wolf_KA wrote:

So is the project okay as is?
(With 10 100 second audio recordings)

Or should I try to add more?

Mabye up to like two and a half minutes

main comp entry (1462 words)

lament of those lost

Evie's gaze lingered on the photo framed on the mantle.

Her vision worsened by the day, but even she could tell that the black and white picture was fuzzy, typical of such relics of the past. Yet there it was, one of the last reminders of her dearest Patrick, his face encapsulated and immortalized in such a small frame.

As subpar as the physical quality was, she could picture his face as clear as day, a sharp contrast to the rest of her fading memories. She could picture his short, curly hair, his square jawline, and his amiable yet tired eyes.

But most of all, she envisioned his smile. It was toothy and genuine, and not even the framed photograph could do it justice. No picture could capture the way he grinned when Evie walked into the room, the way his face and eyes lit up.

She also remembered the day he left.

That day, all the way back in 1965, Patrick had received a letter in the post. She watched intently as he skimmed the message, tension in his eyes. Halfway through, his face dropped, overcome with a sort of insurmountable sorrow. He had been drafted.

But they were young and full of aspiration, full of reassurance that the loose strands would tie together, and the war would die, and they would gaily reunite, ready to live how they deserved. Then, after a fervent and cordial farewell, they embraced, and he had gone his own way.

She never saw him again.

Evie, since then, rarely went outside unless necessary. She pined for a reunion, any sign that he was unharmed. Any sign of him at all. Yet there she waited, lonesome and melancholic, grasping for empty signals. Despite this, she was not a widow.

She was not a widow because Patrick was not dead. There had never been any notice that he was deceased; there had never been a recovered body. That meant he must have been alive, and she clutched onto this theory with her life. To rip it out of her mind would be to rip her heart out of her chest.

Erratic, the kids described her as. Eccentric on a good day. Either way, she had a reputation. Tales were woven among the youth, tales of the malevolent, reclusive, and delusional old woman who lived in the cottage near the forested area of town. From the outside, she understood why she was regarded as such. She rarely appeared to the public, and her house was battered and overgrown, troubled by years of Evie's indifference to it. She had no family left to defend her image.

She did not quite care what anyone thought of her, other than her missing lover.

It had been almost 60 years since Patrick left, and while she was ashamed to admit she could not quite recall the exact date, what with her withering memory, she knew it had been early March. This, a memorial was in order. A sort of ritual to honor him, as well as a prayer to welcome him home. She knew he'd have to come back at some point.

She lit a candle, allowing its familiar cinnamon scent to waft through the house, adorning the air with something that felt homey, something that felt secure. She remembered their wedding day, when Patrick's mother gifted a similar candle to her. She accepted the gift with grace, and lit it in their house once the guests had cleared out. Then, the two of them, hands intertwined and eyes shining with love, slow danced for a while. Patrick's mother was no longer around, but she insisted on using a similar fragrance whenever she could, in honor not only him, but to honor his entire family, the family that had accepted her into their life with grace and treated her as their own blood.

Evie sighed as the candle filled the air, illuminating her face and the picture she had longingly been staring at for a while, memories of their time together flooding her mind. Even something the slightest bit physical, something the slightest bit grounded in reality, was enough to stimulate her memory in a way that she typically struggled with. It was both despairing and hopeful, a bittersweet reminder of the days gone by, the good times past, and the longing she still felt for something to turn out better.

She set up his old record player, blowing off the sheet of dust laying on top of it, a humbling display of its antiquity. She pulled out Grant Green's Idle Moments from his old vinyl collection, its jacket worn out and yellowed from old age. Patrick had always loved music, and jazz seemed to have a special place in his heart. While Evie was never the biggest listener of music, she occasionally sat alone, eyes closed and breathing silent, listening to his old records for the sake of his memory. She placed the disc on the turntable, set the needle on it, and turned the record player on.

She dragged her feet to the middle of the room, took a deep breath to ready herself, and began to dance. At the age of 82, it did not come easily. As she moved, her body ached and her bones ached, but most of all her heart ached, and to her that was enough to keep going, to push through. In some way, she was reviving his memory. She was revitalizing the hope she had for him to come back. She stepped forward, to the side, and back, feeling the rhythm of the music and imagining Patrick there in her arms. In a way, he seemed to be there with her, whether it somehow was a spirit or just her imagination, another symptom of what others thought of as delusions, but she saw as pure, unbridled hope. She opened her eyes.

She frowned; the photo of Patrick had fallen on the mantle.

She paused her soulful dance, making her way to the fallen frame to straighten it. She sighed. Perhaps it was time to stop regardless, she was in pain. She would need to tone down her activity, as she could sense the grating and debilitating effect it had on her. But the remembrance was far from over.

The red couch in her living room was positioned next to a miniature nightstand, with a few cedar drawers. In one was an old, relatively light book. She took it out before sitting down on the furniture with a grunt of relief, although the pain did not fade away entirely.

She opened it, studying its intricately written letters, crafted in precise cursive, although she could no longer read the content. She didn't need to; she knew what was kept in this book. It was the letters sent to her from Patrick in the camp, dated to almost every day over the course of slightly more than a month. Then, they abruptly stopped. She always reckoned he was busy with the military, despite the fact he never wanted to be there in the first place. Otherwise, why would he ever stop? His writing was full of love and his gaze, before his departure, was full of love. He was in love with her, so he would never give up on her.

One component of the writings, however, was bolded and clear to even her weary eyes. As the heading of every letter, he wrote in thick, legible letters “Dear Evelyn Grant,” a firm but gentle use of her full name. The last word, specifically, brought warmth to her heart but mist to her eyes. “Grant.” Once married, Evie had taken Patrick's surname, and to this day, she was legally Evelyn Grant. It served as a reminder of the connection they shared, their intertwined fates. Additionally, it was a part of him that she kept with her for life. A way to keep him immortal in her name. A way to perfectly preserve the world the way it was when they were young.

She pictured Patrick arriving at the door, all these years later. He would arrive with a bouquet of flowers and apologize for being in service for so long, but she wouldn't care, only grateful that he had finally been able to return. Then, the two of them would embrace for a long while and cry together, only in contentment rather than sorrow, because Patrick had always been sensitive and not afraid of his feelings, despite being a man in the sixties. And in her mind, they were still young, and they were still fine because they had a whole life ahead of them to live together, the proper way, no longer separated. They could live perfectly.

Evie closed the book of letters and wailed.

[Title: SM64 Endless Stairs

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Endless Stairs; 

Description: Use a remix to make stairs to YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAYAHOO!!!!!!!!!!/quote]

gdfsgdfsgdfg wrote:

Breh, heck nah
we aren’t into sus stuff

my username wants to talk to you.

make a dating game on some other platform that allows romans

main entry a/n
- spinoff of my nano novel (but i haven't gotten here oopsies)
- this love!! this love is good this love is bad
- erm idk what else to say…

(again i will replace this with an actual a/n in like a day or so sldkjf)

Wolf_Link21 wrote:

if it's for a shop you could have something like this

when this sprite clicked
if <<(money) >(price)>> then
change [money v] by ((0) - (price))
change [item v] by (1)
end

No, that only allows you to buy if you have more than enough money and not if you have the exact amount.

CoconutFleepSmoothie wrote:

Please go to this link to see my suggestion
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/991476783/

No offense, but the ST will probably not do that; your suggestion supports a controversial topic that not all Scratchers agree with.

fanfic entry a/n

- guys did you notice kei' has no pronouns
- fun fact in the original version (insert link) of the thing crimaster was a ship? but then i felt like i liked them better as friends so i changed it :p
- omg backrooms am i right
- okay yeah this obviously isn't gonna be the real a/n but these are my key points rawr real a/n will come tomorrow probably??

DangerPuppy10 wrote:

(#2)
I made a post similar to this. But, every year they do cat blocks for april fools. No need to suggest this.

Yeah, but I'm just suggesting them to be added in case they forget.

Atlantic Down
(an SWC writing competition entry)

Someone shook me from the darkness, and a distant voice clamoured for my attention, but I couldn’t bring myself to heed to what was disturbing my sleep.
“Freddy? Freddy, you must get up!”
I could no longer ignore it, for the voice was becoming louder and the shaking more persistent, forcing me to wake up. I propped myself up on one elbow, rubbing my eyes and blinking to clear my vision.
“Mother…What time is it? Is it morning already?”
“No, it’s only just gone midnight—around thirty minutes ago,” Mother replied hastily, turning to the door and taking my coat down from one of the hooks. “But…”
She shook her head and pursed her lips, seeming to think better of whatever she was going to say.
I was fully awake now, and an unsettling feeling of worry was rising in me. “Mother, what’s wrong? Where’s Father?”
“He- the ship hit something a short while ago. Your father left to see what’s going on…”
I sat up properly, starting to panic. “What do you mean? Are we—is the ship sinking?”
“No, no darling! It can’t be, dear…they all said the RMS Titanic is unsinkable,” Mother answered, but her voice rose in pitch as she fumbled at the buttons of my coat. Her hands were shaking, and I only felt more afraid.
“There might be some damage, though…I don’t know. Here, Freddy, put your coat on—and your boots too. We need to find your father and see if he’s found anything out yet. Come on!”
Soon, Mother was leading me hurriedly out of our little bedroom and down the whitewashed hallways of the ship. My eyelids were growing heavy, and each movement demanded effort, but I did my best to keep up with Mother’s hasty pace as she led me round one turn, then another. Soon we reached a crowd of people who were standing at the gates that blocked us from accessing the higher decks.
I couldn’t see much of what was going on, due to everyone towering above me, but from listening intently and noting the passengers’ brisk scurrying, I could tell things weren’t going as well as I hoped.
Mother glanced around the room, her eyes searching earnestly. “Freddy, come, get up on my shoulders…do be careful—there we go. Do you see your father?”
From the height of Mother’s shoulders I scanned the crowd, searching each face. “I don’t see him…oh, there! I see him. Father!”
I waved wildly and yelled out to get Father’s attention. He turned to acknowledge the commotion I was causing, and his eyes lit up. Mother spotted him as well and waved, helping me down from her shoulders as Father made his way towards us.
“Elizabeth! Hey, Freddy,” Father gave me a quick hug before turning to Mother, taking her hand. “What are you doing out here? Is everything okay?”
Mother shook her head, her anxious expression returning. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it…something doesn’t feel right, Leonard. Did you find out anything about what’s going on?”
“I’ve been asking round and listening, but all I know is that the ship did hit something…what it was, I don’t know. She might have suffered some damage, but some believe that it’s only minor, and are returning to their rooms—most are saying and doing otherwise. And now, it seems that…”
Father paused as a man began calling to catch everyone’s attention.
“Pass up the women and children! All women and children must come up and get on the lifeboats immediately! Men, stay where you are!”
I rounded on Father. “Does that mean..?”
“They’re evacuating passengers off the ship—I think…” Father hesitated, stroking the old scar on his cheek thoughtfully.
“What?” I whispered.
He locked eyes with Mother. “I think you both should get on a lifeboat, quickly.”
Mother began to shake her head, and my heart quickened.
“Father, what about you? You can’t just be left down here, what kind of rule is that? Father, you can’t!”
Father shook his head, crouching down to my height. “Freddy, we’ll still get on a lifeboat, don’t worry! It’s just women and children first, and then they’ll let us up when there aren’t women or children around. So I need you to go with your mother and get on a boat, all right?”
“Is the ship sinking?” I whispered, a lump forming in my throat. “What if it sinks before you get off?”
“I don’t think the ship is sinking; I believe it’s just a precaution,” Father squeezed my hand. “I’ll be fine.”
He rose to his normal height and turned to Mother. “Please, get off this ship with Freddy, Elizabeth. I’ll be off soon as well, don’t worry about me.”
Mother bit her lip, then shook her head again. “Leonard, they might let you go—I can’t leave you here. Please come and try!”
Mother grabbed hold of my hand and Father’s, beginning to lead us towards the gates.
“I’m not sure, Elizabeth…” Father began sceptically, but Mother didn’t seem to be listening.
We reached a man at the gate who was directing women and children out, and he advanced towards us when he noticed our approach.
“Another woman and child? Thank you. Come, ma’am, let’s go—you too, my lad.”
I stumbled back from his outstretched hand, gripping Father’s arm. “But what about Father? Surely he can come with us!”
“I’m sorry, lad, but I’m just following orders. Come along, now, we don’t have much time.”
Mother stared at Father, her eyes silently pleading, and I held his arm tighter.
“I’m not leaving! Not without you, Father, please!”
Another group of women and children caught the man’s attention, and he became occupied with them while he waited for us. Father knelt down in front of me.
“Frederick…it’s okay. I can’t come yet, because there’s still others like you that need to get off, but I’ll be on a boat as well before you know it,” Father explained with a soft smile that wrinkled the small scar on his cheek. “Go with your mother now—we’ll be together soon, my son.”
He dug a hand into the pocket of his coat. “Here, take this—hold on to it for me until we reunite; look after it, Freddy.”
I stared, tears welling up in my eyes as Father opened my hand and placed a shining, copper-coloured object into my palm, before closing my fingers over it. He stood up again and turned to Mother.
Her expression was laced with grief. “Leonard, I…”
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about me…get Freddy off here, I’ll be all right.”
Mother shook her head, but Father embraced her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. I could hear her whispering something, but couldn’t catch the words.
The man at the gate returned to us. “Are you ready? Spaces are running out.”
Father nodded, reaching for me to give me a hug. “Go.”
Mother looked torn, but she promptly gripped my hand and wiped her tears away, nodding to the man. “Yes—yes, please, lead the way.”
The man ushered us towards the gate, but I turned back, hesitating.
“Father,” I cried, tears running off my cheeks. He caught my call and smiled after me.
“Don’t fret, Frederick—stay with each other, okay? We’ll be together soon!”
“Promise me,” I pleaded, my voice cracking.
He nodded. “I promise…I’ll be all right.”
“Come on, lad,” the man took my hand and led me to follow him and Mother.
I glanced back once more as we were led away, seeing Father waving us off with a smile. I tightened my grip on the pocket watch in my hand as I lost sight of him in the crowds.
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I awoke to the sounds of rain battering the windows of the Carpathia, accompanied by distant thunder. I yawned, sitting up and turning to see Mother still sleeping soundly. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little copper watch, wondering how long it had been since I slept. It read 7am.
I quietly slid off the bed and crept over to the window to see where we were, but fog completely obscured any distant views. Thoughts of Father suddenly rushed back to me, and I glanced over at Mother. She was still asleep, and I didn’t want to disturb her, so I silently left our little room to search myself. I had been lying awake for hours wondering if he was even alive, and couldn’t wait much longer to find out.
I went down hallway after hallway, trying to find my way to the top decks, but I soon began to feel quite lost. I noticed a man walking past the next passage, and I raced after him.
“Excuse me, sir!”
The man turned, and I skidded to a stop. “What is it?”
I ignored the man’s snappy tone, actually feeling a twinge of sympathy for him. “Do you know the way to the top deck?”
The man sighed, rubbing his eyes before turning to the corridor and pointing ahead. “Down there…turn left and you’ll see the way up.”
I smiled my appreciation, running on. “Thank you, sir!”
“It’s pouring out there, mind you!” He called after me, but I didn’t pay much attention.
I leapt up a few steps and found myself back on the deck we had been on that long night. I squinted as rain battered my face, trying to see where I was going as I stepped further out. The man wasn’t kidding—it was raining quite a bit.
I quickly realised I had forgotten my coat and grimaced, wrapping my arms around myself to keep from the cold and deciding to be quick about this. I was surprised to see a few people outside despite the downpour, all doing their own things.
The rain and fog obscured my vision as I stumbled across the deck, suddenly thinking better of coming up in the first place. I spotted someone who looked like they could help me find Father and made my way towards them, trying to keep my balance. I shielded my eyes from the showers to keep sight of the person, but bumped into someone else that I hadn’t noticed standing nearby.
“Sorry!” I said before they could scold me, trying to hurry past, but they grabbed my arm.
“Hey, are you all right…?”
My heart skipped a beat and I stumbled back, clenching the pocket watch so tight it hurt my hand.
That scar. That thin pink scar across his left cheek.
“Father!”
My cry caused some people’s heads to turn as I rushed into his arms, and he lifted me right off the deck floor, laughing as I cried tears of joy. “Oh, Father!”
“Freddy,” he whispered.
The rain was quickly soaking me, but I didn’t care. I clung to Father as if I would never let go, crying on his shoulder as he hugged me close.
He set me back down on the floor and knelt in front of me as I held on to his neck, smiling that smile I loved so dearly.
“What are you doing out in this rain?” He laughed as we both wiped each other’s tears.
“I came to find you!” I cried, before digging a hand into my pocket. “Here—I kept it for you.”
He smiled as I opened my hand to give him the copper watch, before reaching and closing my fingers over it. “You keep it, Freddy…I want you to have it.”
A smile spread across my face, and I threw my arms around his neck again, unexplainable gratitude filling me as I heard his laugh once more.

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huge thank you to @ap0l0 for critiquing this piece <33

I made a post similar to this. But, every year they do cat blocks for april fools. No need to suggest this.

Captain Madeline Strigid gazed into the azure waters ahead. Beneath their shimmering surface, they held quite the secrets. She was no stranger to the dangers of the sea.

But that was a different matter entirely. The ship and its crew were well above all those lurking below.

“How's progress?” she called to Buteo.

“Difficult to say when we don't know where exactly our destination is,” he replied dryly. “If it's north of Flammox like they said, then it should be close. If we keep at 20 knots we'll be there by nightfall.”

Madeline nodded thoughtfully. The stronghold to the north of Flammox. From their actions so far, reprinted in the press of the continent across the sea, the Organization didn't quite seem deadly.

But it was impossible to take over an entire continent through just sheer force of will, she thought.

Amidst the monotony of the ship, Madeline’s mind began to wander. She was used to this, after so many years serving on the seas. But on this particular journey, she couldn’t help but be reminded of…

The clear waters.

Yes, that’s right, she admitted wearily to herself.

The sun. It was just as warm as now, wasn’t it? When she said goodbye?

Countless other days were filled with sun, she told herself quite rationally, but it was too late. It seemed that even after all those years, her mind was still always looking for a reason to bring this up. The memory of Selle departing…

But it was on a sun-dappled salt-aired day when she came into her life too.



Madeline winced as Buteo’s hand came crashing down on hers. No matter. It was all part of the game, and if she had to get slapped to win, so be it.

She deftly snatched the pile of cards below her hand and placed them into her own deck. It was a victory for her, as rare as it was, but Buteo seemed as unperturbed as ever as he placed down another card.

“Can I join?”

The two of them looked up to see a girl watching their game with wide eyes, taken aback by the strangeness of her request. Madeline and Buteo did not tend to play this particular card game with anyone else: not their friends, and certainly not a stranger that neither of them recognized.

And strangers were hard to come by in the Academy. Madeline may not have known everyone by name, but she did recognize most students by sight. She surveyed the girl more closely: she seemed around the same age as Buteo and herself, dark eyes brimming with curiosity and perhaps something else.

“Sure,” Buteo said eventually, letting her sit next to him on the grass.

Fortunately, the girl knew the rules of the game. And soon enough Madeline lost all of her cards, as so often happened, while Buteo and the girl faced off.

Madeline watched the stranger as the two played. Her short dark hair blocked her eyes as she leaned over the card stack, and the speed of her reactions even beat that of Buteo’s. Soon enough, he placed his last card on the current pile, and she quickly concluded the game.

“I’m Madeline,” she suddenly said as she offered her hand to the girl. A gesture that was stressed quite often in the Academy, but the stranger seemed a tad wary as she looked at it.

And then she shook. “Selle,” she replied.

“And I’m Buteo,” he piped up, shuffling the deck and looking impressed by Selle’s skills.

“Well, won’t you look at the time,” Selle said hurriedly. Madeline glanced at her own watch: still half an hour until classes. “I gotta go, uhm-”

“See you later!” Buteo said, saving her from having to finish her sentence.

And so Selle scampered in the direction of the sea until she disappeared. Madeline wouldn’t see her again until three months later.

Before then, however, came the news that a thief had broken into the academy.



It was truly an auspicious beginning, Madeline thought. Even if a tad strange. When the two of them met again in the marketplace, Selle confessed to everything, and Madeline kept quiet about the whole affair. So that was what was in her eyes—thievery.

But Madeline didn’t mind. Perhaps she should have.

Gazing over at the horizon, it suddenly struck her that she had better things to do than reminiscence about events a decade past. Right. Her hands found the papers that the Bane siblings had left to her to aid in her search, and she retrieved them.

The Organization. The island to the north of Flammox. Reputedly the headquarters were hidden well in the island, for it was a mildly popular tourist attraction. Starrgo berries. Flammoxi prisoners. She turned these pieces of information around in her head, and for the first time, she wondered whether she had brought enough to deal with this whole mess.

“We’ll be fine,” Buteo reassured as he appeared beside her. Good old him.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she returned. But she was comforted by his simple words, and he knew that.

“Leander, Muiren, and Camphora will be fine too,” he continued as he followed her gaze to the waters. “They’re smart. Leander’s almost ready to become an officer, if you recall.”

Madeline nodded. The Bane siblings were capable kids, who’d helped with the research of the whole fiasco. But this task was for the Shore Guard’s power alone.



They landed on the rocky shores of the island at dusk. There were no obvious strongholds, no guards with strange weapons, and yet there was something distinctively troubled about the place that Madeline couldn’t quite place her finger on. With a glance at Buteo, she could see that he felt it too.

“Let’s set up camp over by the shore,” she instructed the officers who came along on the trip. Only half a dozen. The Shore Guard, as important as it was, was not an army. This was meant as a reconnaissance mission. Right?

Madeline joined Buteo as he started unloading the items from the dock, appreciating his presence as always. He had a tendency to be her opposite voice: when she was worried, he would reassure her; when she was overconfident, he would bring her hopes down to something more realistic. They balanced each other out quite nicely, she would say. Like the waves and the sand.

(Selle didn’t. Selle was the clouds over the sea, the whirlpools of the wild waters.)

“She can’t be here,” she whispered to herself.

“The lieutenant?” The exiled lieutenant from the Organization. The last they heard, she was in the capital of North Starrgo.

“No. Selle.”

In her defense—she always, always, had to make defenses for herself—she had heard rumors. The papers that came in from the reports: Selle. Her name. Madeline, as much as she should have, never quite caught her last name. Such were the ways of those who lived in the dark corners of the world.

Buteo tipped his head at her wordlessly and looked up at the gathering storm clouds, and then over at the sea. Madeline followed his gaze to where the distant shores of Flammox were.

“She could be there, she could be anywhere,” he said.

“Or dead,” she added.

“Or dead.”

Rumors, all rumors, had circulated in the past years. Madeline wasn’t sure if she believed in any of them, really. But Selle had always been the talk of legends.



As she sat alone and watched the waves crash into the cliffs, Madeline felt oddly lost. This was her life, and these were her people: but she was missing something, something that had never felt quite secure. She loved Selle, truly. She always would. But with each passing year she returned less and less to Madeline’s memories, stalked fewer and fewer of her dreams.

She remembered the paper clearly. Camphora, bless her soul, placed it at the very top of the stack. Selle, reputedly part of the Organization. That stung. But it was perfectly in character with her wild self working against peace, and Madeline’s wild self working towards it. And the news brought Selle back to her dreams: always out of reach on those gray cliffs.

(Perhaps they should’ve known that despite being the same, they were also so much more different than they could’ve thought.)

Night fell onto the island. The stars were brighter here, much brighter than she had known anywhere else. The waves lapped forlornly against the rocky shore, over and over again, scattering starlight in the water’s reflection

And then. And then.

The shadow came more slowly than she expected, walking along the shore, but Madeline took longer to notice it too. Stay alert, she reminded herself. However hidden the Organization was, they were still here. On this island. And so her hand rested upon her weapon in her belt as the figure approached.

But no. No, it couldn’t be. Madeline was surely projecting her delusions upon reality. And yet this figure was so familiar, the narrow face and the cautious stance and then the black eyes that pulled her further and further in-

The waves receded.

“Selle?”



Their last day together. Madeline wished she knew, before it happened. Two years together and they thought that they could share forever, together.

But Selle only showed up to the marketplace, clutching a satchel tightly. “I have to leave.”

Madeline wouldn’t have thought so much of it if it wasn’t for her panicked expression. “What?” Only the day before they were talking about the Academy graduates and reminiscing about Selle’s unlikely acceptance and hoping for the bright shores of the future.

“Flammox. I- I have to, I’m sorry, I can’t tell you more but maybe someday-”

Madeline did not understood, had never gotten to understand in the coming years. But she was certain that Selle had a good reason, something she couldn’t ever divulge.

It still hurt, though.

“Why-”

But Selle had already threaded through the bustling crowd.

Madeline would never see her again in the twelve years since.

thanks to @TheWItch_of_Jam for critiquing <3
author's note here (not part of word count)

pasta_enjoyer7 wrote:

I mean, if they're so rare, when would anybody actually see these? Also, I've played a few projects that take a while to load, but I've never seen the message. To add on to this suggestion, maybe some sort of graphic? If it's just text, it would be slightly pointless and hard to see.

For me, this isn't really rare. I see these on a daily basis.
Support. Although this has no use, it may be fun for some to try and see it. I know for me, when I found out, I scrambled to many projects trying to get the hidden message.

i also made a remix

if it's for a shop you could have something like this

when this sprite clicked
if <<(money) >(price)>> then
change [money v] by ((0) - (price))
change [item v] by (1)
end

ThomasJred wrote:

All you have to do is..

#1 Share at least 2 projects
#2 Comment at least once
#3 Be patient it will take about 2 weeks

Syunara -bye in Japanese

It's great that you want to help others become Scratchers, but I think there is already a topic on this.

toasty_mc_toastface wrote:

If you mean an autoclicker in a clicker game, normal clicks and autoclicks can be programmed like this:

when green flag clicked
set [points] to [0]
set [click power] to [1]
set [autoclick power] to [0]
forever
change [points] by (autoclick power)
wait (1) secs
end

when this sprite clicked
change [points] by (click power)

you can then add other sprites that can upgrade the click power and autoclick power.
I hope this helps

Doesnt really work that well i even tried to boost the time.

Mogus_man wrote:

Platypus_WKeyboard wrote:

Mogus_man wrote:

-MANDOFANCOMICS- wrote:

I'm probably the last guy to find this out, but high jackmans cleared from his skin cancer!!!!

wait he had skin cancer
also, ngl x-men ‘97 is pretty overrated
it’s good, but, since it’s a marvel production, like always, it’s being glazed like there’s no tomorrow

glazed?

it just means people act like it’s the best thing every to grace the face of the earth

I mean that's been getting pretty rare with Marvel nowadays, The Marvels, Ant-Man 3, Secret Invasion, etc were trashed reletenlessley. So it's kinda nice seeing some positivey.

https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/946011876 Just hit 100 views, and that number can only go up! Using Griffpatch’s tile scrolling tutorial, Kenney’s amazing art, and lots of creativity Super Blobby Bros was formed! With a new update here I feel like it’s time to push this passion project to the world!

medians wrote:

I looked at ocular, and I found a screenshot stating that Paddle2See commented it on his newest project, and I found:
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/716689550/#comments-370019390

wait i asked that question how did i forget

Title: super mario bros

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Description: easy level

I looked at ocular, and I found a screenshot stating that Paddle2See commented it on his newest project, and I found:
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/716689550/#comments-370019390

Platypus_WKeyboard wrote:

Mogus_man wrote:

-MANDOFANCOMICS- wrote:

I'm probably the last guy to find this out, but high jackmans cleared from his skin cancer!!!!

wait he had skin cancer
also, ngl x-men ‘97 is pretty overrated
it’s good, but, since it’s a marvel production, like always, it’s being glazed like there’s no tomorrow

glazed?

it just means people act like it’s the best thing every to grace the face of the earth

erehzuwlamA wrote:

My project so far: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/991085034/
FEN definition: https://www.chess.com/terms/fen-chess

I need help making a script that can decode FEN strings. my idea is for the script to look at each character of the FEN and associate it with a square on the screen and if it has a chess piece or not. someone help me, this is gonna be somewhat complex. Maybe someone can make a script that could accomplish this?

I would put the code in forums but it's quite long and I'd loose my sanity trying to do that. You could use something I made before that is pretty close to you want; you can just customize it to what you'd like.
Link: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/941476534/

Hope this is want you were looking for (and hope I helped)!

Hello! It's great that you want to help out other Scratchers. However, I think we have enough guides in the forums at the moment. Please feel free to welcome new Scratchers on the group welcoming topic or on individual topics created by New Scratchers.

Other places that can always use more helpful Scratchers like you, are the “”Help With Scripts“” and “”Questions About Scratch“” areas - please use them as designed, by responding to topics created by folks with problems to solve

Finally, a really good place for Scratch guides is the Scratch Wiki - check it out and see if it's something you might like to work on. They have a number of guides - and great organization.

Oh my God my mom said a road called Pearlstone and I heard Pearl's drone I am freaking losing my mind

--Irrelevant wrote:

toasty_mc_toastface wrote:

If you mean an autoclicker in a clicker game, normal clicks and autoclicks can be programmed like this:

when green flag clicked
set [points] to [0]
set [click power] to [1]
set [autoclick power] to [0]
forever
change [points] by (autoclick power)
wait (1) secs
end

when this sprite clicked
change [points] by (click power)

you can then add other sprites that can upgrade the click power and autoclick power.
I hope this helps

I think he/she/they meant an auto clicker-free script. I'm not really sure if it's possible - since people could go inside of Scratch clicker projects and create:

forever
change [points] by (99999999999999)
end

[/quote

I mean by without clicking see inside.