I have made a project https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/990604755/ which contains a lot of mumbo jumbo about false reporting and stuff..Does it comply with the Community Guidelines, if not, please say how it could be changed…

yo tengo la misma duda
sabes como permitirle a scratch que use el sensor de video cuado le has dicho que no

Undertalebuffer wrote:

Hello everyone, nivalosha told me I can tell you guys this, he’s almost done with the mettaton fight that will show what the engine can do, he’s just currently working on making the attack formula work and patching out other minor things, he also told me that there is some unique quiz answers so it’s sure to be “One Hell Of A Time” for anyone that plays.

ok

we got someone whos been a week and day (when this post was made) called mirrorfanscratcher

i notified her about it with:

"NEW SCRATCHER *caveman noises* https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/4670/"

yes thats goofy i know

Funny to see i'm the second here. ST, why does this contain unsuitable language when a helper is muted? and it seems like i cant say “not pixelated”?

MareOS News Group / https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/34869480/ / no text / white background, old, papers (top has a question mark)

Critique for pepper (weekly 4)
Pepper's story!

I really enjoyed reading this story omg! It was so interesting and was certainly very difficult to critique really, but here's what I think you could do to have a stronger impact on the audience!

For starters, I reckon you could show stronger character development by showing the reader how they are dealing with the death of their grandfather in a more realistic way. I think you've already done this really well, the flashback to all the time they spent with their grandfather was an awesome touch, but they're dealing with some heavy stuff, so showing more of their personalities and how they connected with their grandpa would help us feel closer to them. I think one thing that really connects to an audience is when a character feels a sense of regret like they were there with the person they loved at their last hour, and seeing them work through that regret would really help with the character development

I feel like the way they talk is pretty natural, but I think giving them more distinct voices could make their chats even more engaging. Maybe throw in some unique phrases or slang to make them stand out. My teacher always told me that every person has a unique way of expressing themselves in speech, so you could try to bring that in as well. For example, I usually use the word ‘really’ a lot as a filler word when speaking in English, since it isn't my first language and that has translated into my writing as well! Some people pick up habits as children and just stick with it even as they grow up so you could actually use speech to give a sort of background on their history. For example, if a character stutters, it kinda suggests to the audience that they aren't very confident and probably haven't been in the past as well.

For most of it, I think the pacing is perfect, but it does feel a bit rushed at times, especially when Oli and Calypso are going through their grandfather's things. I think Slowing down during those emotional moments would let us really feel what they're going through, and having them look at every object and remember something about their grandfather would add to the effect of the grief and would make it seem more real.

Speaking of emotions, some scenes could also have a stronger impact if they were shown instead of just told. Like when Oliver finds out about his grandpa's accident – instead of saying he collapsed, why not show his legs buckling and his heart pounding? I think having more descriptive vocabulary could really help the audience visualize what you're trying to convey and it makes them put themselves in the character's shoes!

The mystery with the chess piece is a neat twist, but I think having more buildup would make the audience really engage with the piece cause they'll be like ‘omg how could I have missed the significance of this before?’. Dropping hints earlier on would keep us guessing and make the payoff more satisfying, and instead of foreshadowing very evidently by like making oli notice it and start thinking about it, you could have it hinted at in the background of the story to make it all the more surprising!

Overall I absolutely loved this story and while it broke my heart in the beginning, I was on my toes towards the end, which was really cool! I would love to hear more about this omg and the characters are so cute! like ahhh <3

farby1ww wrote:

lgrov44 wrote:

No support, the Scratch Team alrighty takes apparently appropriate action (as said at the bottom of the Community Guidelines) and if this action was appropriate or should be done, they would thus do so.

Last edited by lgrov44 (Today 01:39:38)

ok i just hate those false reporters but i want them even morwe banned

Well, not a lot that can be done.

The following notes aren’t in order of any hierarchy(aside from the hosts and campers) so don’t take it that way. I was writing all these standing up while my brother was covering me in the kitchen—a true soldier. Anyways, this has been an amazing session. Ciao, Marchers of ‘24!

Dear Hosts,
Thank you for leading such an amazing session! This was my first time and I want to try out for July. I’m picky with the communities I hang out in, so that means a lot. Thank you for being understand, especially with the extensions(I only sent one lol) and whatnot. A mighty cheer to you all, and I wish you all the best.

Dear SWC Campers,
SWC! Not much to say, but thanks for being an awesome environment and, well, the warm hug that everyone needs sometimes. You guys are like an extended family, or second, haha. Keep scratching and keep writing! Wandahoi~!

Dear Yume,
Did you force me into this? Yes. Did I hesitate and literally stall before signing up? Yes. Did I panic when I realized I didn’t know anything about anyone and thing? Also yes! But after a full month going by, I can honestly say that this has been a really fun, stressful, heartwarming, and brain-draining experience. I’d love to be here again. Thank you for introducing me to this and for being an awesome leader. Epistolary didn’t win, but that’s okay . I’m happy. Thank you so much, Yume, and wandahoi~!

Dear LiLi,
We didn’t talk a lot, but you were really fun and energetic, and I loved your energy. Why am I speaking in past-tense? Love your energy. There we go. Thank you for being a good friend and I hope we can hang out outside of SWC . Don’t mention the group photo—it’ll be out in April, I promise— Thank you, LiLi .

Dear Vicky,
Ahhh, the very 30th of March was when we started talking, I think… You poured brain juice into my head for me to survive and I thank you sincerely for that. I will forever chop all your writer’s blocks too—it’s mutual ^^. Let’s chat some more, eh? And maybe write a story together. What do you think?

Dear Poetry,
How in the world are you guys so nice? Literally every single one of you guys are so nice, gregarious, and patient it’s almost hilarious. But I love talking to each and every single one of you guys and I wanna thank you all for being so friendly and kind. Congrats on ranking at one of the top spots! (At least, before the final count xD). Cheers, Poetry, from your cabin-sibling Blau.

Dear Crim,
Honestly, we didn’t chat a lot. In fact, I think I only knew you existed(I’m pretty sure it’s mutual, haha) when you replied to my comment about the SATs. Thank you for guiding me to The Black Book and reassuring me on my grades . I know it isn’t SWC-related, but I appreciate you nonetheless. Thanks again!

Dear Summer,
The Lord of The Rings bound us like the One Ring would’ve bound the other lesser rings. Okay, maybe that’s just me trying to get an LOTR joke in here, but you get it…right? Thank you for being, like Poetry lol, so kind and friendly. Honestly, you’re kinda like a big sis I wanna get to know more. Pretty simple message, I know, but understand that it means a lot, haha. Thank you, Summer.

Dear Tilly,
We didn’t talk a lot, but that’s okay! Thank you for being my weekly partner (technically my weekly was critiqued by Sienna ^^) and thanks for being on top of things. You’re a great person and I love the deep family bonds you have running in the fibers of your account(teehee). Thanks .

Dear Cecilia,
We also didn't talk a lot, but we actually had a formal introduction, haha, and that kinda stuck with me. Thank you for being a good friend, and though we didn't chat past intros, names, and a little besides, you're still a really cool person. You're great. Scratch on, and thank you for being a friend to me .

Dear Epistolarians,
I can't believe I forgot to add this earlier- Forgive me, Epistolarians. We've been through cabin wars, ups and downs, and though I probably never talked to half of you, our silent camaraderie is still priceless. Thank you all for being who you are and making Epistolary what is. You all are special and have a different place in my heart; thank you again. And maybe not for the win anymore, which is okay, but Epistolary for the wine™!

And if you're not on here, don't feel bad . I had to speedrun this too- Okay, now it sounds cheap. Well, everything I said I truly mean it. Thank you all.

I didn't change it to italics in places where it should be because I'm lazy
WEEKLY 4

I chose ingredients of:
New POV
New Character Introduction
Genre Swap
Introduce a Symbol
Open Ending ( because I didn't finish it T_T )

Outline
-Lives in a world created by fear traits and bad deeds, an extension of the real world, hovering below, encompasses humans somewhere, they don’t know where.
-Kwelling is captured/called to the real world to a woman because he is the epitome/symbol of torture Kwelling is baffled and horrified to see what can be made of his trait.
-Sent through a door of lightbulbs and stuff and dizzying colors and whatnot, it’s scary and exciting.
-He appears like a sort of angel hovering over a human’s back, let’s say this human is uhhh some woman who seeks to torture someone random.
-Kwelling’s family is Angust, his dad and he has no mom because he’s basically a bad trait, not a human.
-Kwelling first persists being called to guide the woman, but it is impossible for him to do so, he has to do it anyway.
-He meets a good trait and neutral trait next to the woman, the good trait’s name is Fanor, he is a trait for forgiveness, and a neutral trait called Ray, she is a trait for guilt.
-The traits try their best to convince the woman of forgiveness, torture and guilt. Kwelling, the trait for torture, encompasses the woman and Ray and Fanor turn bitter towards Kwelling. Kwelling has succeeded in bringing his world into a small victory against the neutral and good world again, but he feels guilt.

The story

Eyes were open, they were always open. Black fading into white, into gray into…

Get up. A gray bubble appeared before his face like smoke, the words on top of the gas white and eerie. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. They would seem eerie to the normal person…but he wasn’t a person. Kwelling. Get up.

Kwelling was already up, but the words were said by someone who never used get up in a literal sense. He looked behind him. There he was, his dear father, never ceasing to exasperate. The bubble automatically appeared in front of his eyes again, as it should; whoever you were addressing could see the bubble alone. A good old perk for malicious privacy and gossip, everyone knew.

His father spoke again, the words spelling out an order. You are to leave for Highland. The words shone on the smoke-like gas. His father was always direct, Kwelling knew. What he most disliked about his father, though, was that he was a trait of Anguish, with such a creative name of ‘Angust’. Unfortunately, this meant that his father radiated pain and suffering wherever he hovered: Kwelling did not find any enjoyment in this fact.

Then he realized the words Angust had said…Highland? He thought, It can’t be possible. He stared at his father for more elaboration. Black eyes and a gray-skinned face stared back at him. Angust had neatly set shining black hair and was wearing a formal monotone suit that made him look more plain and annoying.

What do you mean by Highland? Kwelling asked after a hanging moment, a communicating bubble of gray gas— a different shade than Angust’s communication —formed in front of him, his words changing into white lines.

I mean what I mean. Angust said firmly as Kwelling’s words faded away. Wear something new for the event.

Kwelling flicked his fingers and in a split second he was wearing a trash bag over his shirt. He raised his eyebrows as Angust’s glassy eyes looked him up and down in inspection, his face betraying no emotion whatsoever.

That is not fitting. Angust said, he snapped his fingers and abruptly Kwelling was wearing an identical suit and trousers. You know what the Neutral and the Righteous will think of us.

You said, “something new”. Kwelling told him, as a matter of fact. Kwelling always thought his father’s face looked like something gradually turning into stone, and though he had never seen his father show any emotion, he could feel in flashes and blinks a screaming and howling face instead of his father’s. I don’t want to go to the Highlands. He said after a hanging moment.

You must. Angust told him, turning away, his translucent feet flickering. He hovered at a white door set in the middle of the void of Kwelling’s room. The knob shined pale and bright.

Kwelling flitted towards his father, placing himself in front of the door. Could I negotiate?

You cannot. Angust said steadily, the words appearing clear and evident in the smoke. His glassy black eyes were swirling with gray and white streaks.

Kwelling felt the first twitches of despair, he gripped his hands and rubbed them in an effort to keep calm. My trait- my trait scarcely gets summoned, why now?

Angust shook his head. Your trait is summoned more than you think. Angust looked regally down at him, his face monotonous, and his hair the color of ravens perfectly set. Kwelling looked down at his gray hands, like his father’s, but toned a bit paler. And you are the one with that trait, now called to the Highland, it’s an honor.

Then Angust snapped the knob open and disappeared behind the closing door, his translucent feet swirling in air. Kwelling’s ears were numb, like they always were, and his fingers were restless, and so he forced them at his sides. He looked down upon his suit in inspection, and his legs ended in translucent feet like his father’s and there was not a spot of stain.

Then he gritted his stark-white teeth and twisted the knob.


♗

He was almost there, every hover he took gradually filled him with anxiety. As he flew outside his void of a room, he noticed traits of Chaos and Toxic Perfectionism “talking”, which in reality meant they were arguing or causing havoc. As he watched, the trait of Chaos— a girl with chilling white hair —flicked her fingers. The white doors in midair around them and the bright light bulbs hanging out from a non-existent ceiling started wobbling.

The trait of Toxic Perfectionism narrowed his eyes in annoyance and waved the flitting doors and lightbulbs back to balance. The girl smiled, a cold insane grin, and lightbulbs detached from their thin wires all around them, the lights flickering as it all fell into oblivion under their floating translucent feet. One lightbulb hit the Toxic Perfectionism trait’s head and shattered horribly.

But Kwelling could still see the black background around him; it was ironic that the darkness acted as light here in the Malicious world, while in contrast, the opposite worked in the Righteous world. His world— Malicious world —was similar to the ‘space’ the people of Highland called, but there were no stars or galaxies or any space matter. Just a large dark void where he floated against, waiting for something that was nothing.

It was clear that food, light, drink, sleep nor any of the various basic needs were needed here. Only white doors to get through.

He flitted towards the two traits, the girl looked at him with glazed eyes and the boy looked upon in pent-up anger. Hey, Torture. The girl said to him, her communicating gas a bright white and the words a pitch-black compared to Kwell’s gray smoke and white words.

What’s going on? He asked them, and the girl mutated her lips into a sweet smile. And don’t call me torture.

Comic relief. She said with the hazy smile on her face, and the boy glowered at her, picking glass out of his gray hair. Kwelling would’ve been amused if it weren’t for his future. Torture is your trait after all, Kwell, She said to him. Why shouldn’t I?

He shook his head, then left them to their mayhem. He was pleased that he had delayed his trip to The Gate— The Gate was the door into Highland —but he was unfortunately just delaying it, not halting it. He was only given an hour to reach the border of The Gate, and so he had to hurry since it was far from his room.

On his way, he spotted a silver chain hanging in midair, and he suddenly stopped in confusion. The silver chain was shaped like a necklace, a simple cube-like charm decorated with overlapping circles and lines dangled from it. He picked it between his fingers, and put it on without a second thought.

He turned around and a pair of white eyes stared at him. Kwelling stumbled back and looked at them in horror. White eyes? He thought. Never seen- what? Cannot be- He swallowed.

It was a boy in front of him, Kwelling realized. He looked young, and was wearing a neat white jacket and gray pants. His face was gray-skinned, he had chilling and unreal white eyes set into his round face and…

If he could scream, he would’ve.

The—the boy’s hair, a dark color- not of black or gray or white, it was…Kwelling couldn’t describe it. He shuddered and hovered a step back, his eyes wide. He cursed internally. Who in the Highland are you?

The boy didn’t reply and disappeared around the bend of a nearby white door. Kwelling stood there, shaken… He must’ve been hallucinating. His eyes were seeking to mess him up, that was all. Illusions. Only Illusions. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts, resuming his journey.

After a while, he stopped at a white door, no different than all the others that flashed in midair around him. He hesitated, a bitter hatred directed at his father twisting through him. He was suddenly panicked as he placed one of his shaky hands on the doorknob.

The door flew open without the command of his hand, and he fumbled into the room, his eyes adjusting. The first thing he noticed was that the void in this room wasn’t black, it was white. His eyes burned at his new surroundings as the door behind him snapped close. The expanse of white forced his squinting eyes wide open. He swallowed- he shouldn’t be afraid of this, Malicious had a running streak against Righteous and Neutral. He shouldn’t be scared, he shouldn’t be scared.

A large rectangle mirror in where he assumed was the middle shone brightly against the white void, standing imposingly in front of him. He could see rows upon rows of black lines— the Highland had called it ‘train tracks’ —on- no, in its reflective surface, an infinite pattern. Ironic, and strange, though was that the ‘train tracks’ was evidently not a reflected image, it was like a picture was plastered onto it.

Black outlined light bulbs that shed no light hung from midair, shrouding the sides of the mirror, contrasting boldly against the white background. They gave a sort of illusionistic impression, it didn’t look real. Beautiful and ugly designs lined the mirror in a tangle of twisting lines and curly shapes, the designs increased its revolting presence. He realized that the mirror was huge, almost towering over him— this was because he had somehow hovered closer to it as if in a daze.

His eyes completely adjusted, and he realized the cloaked figures next to the mirror, wearing elaborate robes of black. Silver lined their clothing in swirls of diamonds and circles, creating the impressions of adorned necklaces and bracelets. Some of them had their hoods down, their faces clear and regal and their eyes a cold black. A repeating question formed in his head, Where is The Gate?

One of the figures glided towards him, but she herself didn’t move so much as a jerk, she was a display of a hovering anomaly. Kwelling, trait of Torture. She stated indifferently, her white hair shrouded around her face. He stood frozen, his hands hanging at his sides.

He found himself absently sending her a communicating bubble, still staring up at her blank face. Yes.

She floated over to the mirror. It was just a few hovers away, he realized, no matter how far he wanted to be away from it, it was just a few hovers away.

The honor has been bequeathed upon you, She said. And so you are entitled to cede your possessions. Your belongings will be provided to you for once you return.

Possessions! He exclaimed incredulously, his thoughts blurting through his lips. He stared at her, and her features remained chilling, betraying nothing of emotion or something as small as a flutter. Why?

For the guarantee that you will not fail in your task. She said, her black eyes bore through him, and he shifted on his unsteady feet. It is expected of every trait who leaves Malicious for the journey of honor and glory.

I do not intend to go at all. He said. Though nothing even faint touched the woman’s face, he felt regret thrum through him nonetheless.

You will go. She said, There is nothing that can override that order. Give up your possessions so that we might return it once you come back.


Why is there a mirror? Where is The Gate? He asked insistently. He fought against the urge of running his hand through his black hair. The cloaked figures stood silently, huddled around the mirror.

The Gate is the Mirror. She said, and he looked at her in disbelief. He suddenly felt the temptation to force a feeling out of her— annoyance would be a good one, he thought. If so much as a worry line shone on her forehead, he would deem it a victory.

He shook his head, what was he thinking? He was about to step into unfamiliar territory, assigned to a random person in Highland he would be expected to persuade to commit an act of Torture, and was supposed to consort with the Righteous and Neutral and defeat them. What was the temptation of causing annoyance compared to this situation?

I have to go through that? He said, laughter bubbling in his throat. That’s impossible. You can’t go through a mirror.

The Mirror is not an ordinary one. She said, You will be able to pass after you provide your possessions.

What might happen if I don’t? Suddenly she jerked in a single motion, appearing in front of him. The mirror stood tall and ugly behind her. He stumbled back in surprise, losing his footing for a moment.

You will pass through and complete your task. She hissed. You will give up your possessions and you will continue the glory of Malicious victory. Your outcome will not be a good one if it happens that you refuse. Her hair didn’t even flutter a breath from the sudden motion, and he found himself rooted in place, a confused fear opening a small festering void inside him.

She hovered back elegantly, and he swallowed and nodded, twisting his fingers. His possessions rained down around him, an assortment of necklaces, paper, clothes and trash bags…One of the cloaked figures flicked his belongings away with a wave of his hand. He stared at the place where all his belongings had been a moment ago.

The woman beckoned to the Mirror. He obeyed, standing next to it…he couldn’t see his reflection. What if I fail? He asked. A cold tendril twisted through him. What if I fail to persuade the person I’m assigned to?

You will be banished. She said.

He held up a hand to the Mirror, the black lines were set endlessly, ending in a black dot at what he assumed was the horizon. Suddenly something was coming— it was coming towards him, riding across on the black tracks. He widened his eyes, paralyzed, he couldn’t decipher what it was.

It was a few moments away from him now, and he was finally brought back to his senses. He made to turn away but his hand gripped at an invisible wall, the cloaked figures stared at him through black shrouded eyes.

The word came to him, it was a train coming at him.

Here in Malicious, Kwelling turned back to the Mirror in wonder, his hand on its opaque surface.

♖

Somewhere in Righteous, Fanor turned back to the Door in wonder, his hand on its smooth knob.

♘

Somewhere in Neutral, Ray turned back to the Gate in wonder, her hand on its steel handle.

♗♖♘

They all slid through as black covered their sight, leaving them in a world of nothingness and void.


♘

Ray forced her eyes open, a bright light— nothing that she had ever experienced before —shone down on her eyes mercilessly. She found herself blinking hard while her eyes burned. Her eyes adjusted and she looked around in awe. This is Highland. She thought giddily, looking at the buildings around her— she didn't think they'd be so tall and towering.

It was all made of cement too— she knew that because she had attended Highland classes in her hometown: Neutral. She tilted her head up at the large glass building in front of her, her neck hurt and she turned her head down, rubbing the back of her neck. The streets were brimming with Highland people, they were all flitting around with laughter and smiles, some of them were arguing and some looked downcast. The colors were a shock to her eyes, that was because Neutral only had dull shades and colors like blue, green and black.

A smile played its way onto her lips, never had she seen Highland before. She saw a neon store and she walked towards it, peeking inside, the colors mesmerizing her. Nobody noticed her, that was expected, she was a trait after all. There were an assortment of clothes that brought a bright splash of color to the white walls inside it; she had never seen something like them before.

Suddenly she moved without her will, her feet walking on the cold sidewalk, the cars thrumming on the roads beside her. She panicked, then realized that she was tethered to a human now, wherever her human escort went, she had to follow. She zipped around, searching for the human in question. She wanted to see how far she could extend being away from her escort.

She walked for a few blocks and stopped in front of a bustling restaurant. She saw a young woman with warm gray eyes and wavy brown hair pulled into a bun walking out of the doors. She instantly knew this woman was her escort. As she moved closer, she noticed earrings tinged with gold clasped into her ears.
There was also someone talking with her, a boy, and he was gesturing wildly at her.

“Alright Arian.” The woman said, waving Arian away. “I have to be off now. It’s getting late.”

“Okay miss.” Arian said dejectedly, walking away and waving. The woman waved back at him with a smile, and he smiled back, his hands in his pockets.

“What.” A voice muttered behind her, a low male voice. She shrieked, stumbling a step. Whipping around, she saw a boy who looked around her age. He had elegant hair the shade of ravens hanging carefully over his gray-skinned face. His eyes were empty and black, gray streaks swirled around in them like a whirlpool. He was pretty, pretty like a statue to be admired, something that had the impression of but not quite a human. He was wearing a formal black suit, and his legs ended in translucent feet like hers.

“You’re from Malicious.” She snarled. “My opponent I assume.”

He raised his eyebrows. “And you are from Neutral. I did not intend to be here.” He said. “I am very confused— I don’t understand how…” He pointed at his lips, and then his throat. “I am…talking?”

“Don’t play dumb.” She said, but his voice did sound like he was using it for the first time. “This is my victory.” She noticed he was blinking his eyes swiftly, like the colors hurt his eyes.

“Hmm.” He said, something faint touching his tone. He pointed at the woman who was now walking on the sidewalk towards who knew where. “I suppose that’s our escort?”

“Ding ding~!” A sing-song voice confirmed, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She shoved it off, glaring at the newcomer from Righteous. He was dressed in robes of white with yellow and light blue outlining the collars and sleeves. His bright blue eyes were set in his stark-white face, messy blue hair that was a few shades darker than his robes hanging in his strangely glinting eyes, which made her wonder if he was hiding himself behind his beautiful smile. “I’m Fanor, trait of Forgiveness. And what might be your names and traits?”

She stood in silence, her arms crossed, but he ignored her. He was grinning at the boy from Malicious, as if searching for something to burst on his emotionless face. “Ray, trait of Guilt.” She said anyway.

“…Ding ding?” The boy from Malicious asked at last.

Fanor held his head to the sky and let out a loud laugh, so much that it echoed throughout the streets. “Mhmm.” Fanor confirmed, his arm was still slinged around the other boy’s shoulders.

“…Kwelling, trait of Torture.” The monotone boy said, walking a step away so that Fanor’s arm slipped to his sides. Fanor didn’t seem to notice, he was already walking towards the woman they were tethered to.

Kwelling glanced at her, his face still a mask, then walked towards the woman. She followed, looking at the stores near her. One was filled with a dizzy amount of books, another with shiny art supplies and another with packets of— food, she assumed.

Exposition

Kwelling, trait of Torture, has been sent to the Highland against his will. His trait world, Malicious, that resides under the Highland was already quite enough. Consorting with the traits of Righteous and Neutral was scarcely his dream, never mind that he had to defeat them and persuade a human to commit an act of Torture for some non-existent glory.

Fanor, trait of Forgiveness, isn’t happy to have been called to the Highland— really, the only reasoning that won over him was that he would be able to meet traits from Malicious and Neutral! They were both so pretty, he had thought when he met them. He couldn’t wait to hook one of them up— oh and also defeat them both so he could be allowed back into Righteous. That was a problem, but a little one at most.

Ray, trait of Guilt, upon hearing the news of being summoned to the Highland, was thrilled. She couldn’t wait to see Highland in all its glory— but other two traits she had been tethered to were obnoxious, especially the trait from Righteous. It was going to be a long visit, but she had a chance to get rid of the other traits and enjoy her visit by simply defeating them at a play of persuasion—

After all, how hard could it be?

PizzaReiv wrote:

Alright, I have seen many hate projects with none or little context, yet they still remain on the platform, while others have a valid and respectful opinion stated, yet they get deleted and the creator gets an essay about sexual orientation or something, explain why scratch team.

Lack of acceptance of other forms of sexual orientation is a form of hatred/discrimination and not an opinion; additionally, if the form of hatred/discrimination is based on a sincerely-held religious belief, then it also doubles as a lack of respect towards other religious beliefs than your own.

Our Community Guidelines explicitly state:

Scratch is a friendly and welcoming community for everyone, where people create, share, and learn together. We welcome people of all ages, races, ethnicities, religions, abilities, sexual orientations, and gender identities. Help keep Scratch a welcoming, supportive, and creative space for all by following these Community Guidelines:

Treat everyone with respect.
Scratchers have diverse backgrounds, interests, identities, and experiences. Everyone on Scratch is encouraged to share things that excite them and are important to them—we hope that you find ways to celebrate your own identity on Scratch, and allow others to do the same. It’s never OK to attack a person or group’s identity or to be unkind to someone about their background or interests.

If you find your belief is causing you to make people of other sexual orientations and/or other religions uncomfortable, it may be time to step back a bit from the Scratch website (and perhaps the interwebz in general) and double-check if your expression of religious identity is teetering on a dangerous/unhealthy level. A good identity is one that is able to promote diversity for the greater good, after all.

current day of week will allow you to detect Sundays but Easter isn't a fixed date or even a fixed Sunday (eg third Sunday) in a month. So triggering on Easter every year is non-trivial. Easter Sunday is actually the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox. That means it can occur on any of around 4 or 5 Sundays after 21 March depending on the phases of the moon.

You best bet would actually be to do some research and get the date for Easter Sunday for the next 10 years or so and load that into your project.

revised part 1 of the 2nd weekly:
Part 1: Daisy
You wore a daisy, merrily strolling throughout the town square.
I thought I could always trust the flowers.
Even your name matched the part, Addison.
I should have known that names could not be trusted.
But now it’s too late.
It’s so clear to me now- the little clues I thought were nothing.
Under the daisy, you wore an ice plant.
Heartless, you fooled us all.
Part 2: Ice Plant
You used to be my friend. My best friend.
You and I, we would do everything together. I thought we told each other everything, too. But apparently, you thought I knew. Somehow.
You should have told me, but by the time I found out, it was too late.
You have been taken over, haunted. I know you still have Addi in you, deep down.
But for now, I just have to pretend that you don't- and destroy you.
I never thought I would have to do this. To my best friend, of all people.
Part 3: Black Dahlia
Tansies thrown at me.
I get it- you’re no longer my best friend- or my friend at all. You don’t have to officially declare yourself against me.
In this world, flowers mean everything.
Maybe if you threw off the daisy-like innocence, you can throw off the ice plant-like heartlessness.
Come back, Addi. I whisper as you smile your now-trademark ‘Foxglove’ smile. That’s what you want everyone to call you now. The flower symbolizes treachery. You’re more the black-dahlia-type, though.
Betrayal.
Part 4: Daffodils
It’s been four years since you left me behind.
Four years since you betrayed me, since you became a monster.
I think you’re finally coming back around, though. Carrying a daffodil in the place you were going to hitch the greatest theft of your life.
Maybe you’re finally being honest- that’s what the daffodil symbolizes, anyways.
I shouldn't have overreacted so much, but you did betray me, sort of.
I’ve been wrong before.
After all, flowers can tell many lies. And bring the truth into focus at the same time.
You glance at me, your eyes tearing up, flattening out your pale pink dress and shooting me a nervous smile. I open my arms in invitation, and you run into them.
Oh, how I missed our friendship.
Hopefully, it will last this time.

BrightCloud33 wrote:

Oh! Thanks so much! That helps a lot!

You're welcome.

Hello everyone, nivalosha told me I can tell you guys this, he’s almost done with the mettaton fight that will show what the engine can do, he’s just currently working on making the attack formula work and patching out other minor things, he also told me that there is some unique quiz answers so it’s sure to be “One Hell Of A Time” for anyone that plays.

Oh! Thanks so much! That helps a lot!

this is not a motion block :: #5cb2d6

but this is :: motion

We could just make projects or a studio or sth.
Though, I kinda wish we could see the old posts (well, I mean from last year's AFD, which was in a separate forum) without using the wayback machine.

bunnyCoder16 wrote:

a game involving positive affirmations

How did you make the banner so when you click it, you go to another link?
Thanks

BWR - The rebels (opening scene)

BWR – THE REBELS!

I furiously jumped onto the wooden crate before leaping of it whilst pushing it back to block the way, as I thrust myself into the nearest alley, flattening myself against the wall, staying on my toes until I heard their nearing footsteps behind me pass into the distance. I stayed there for a few seconds, watching the flower shop, listening to the bustling city, keeping a close eye on everyone that passed by, standing by my motive – trust no one. I fell to my knees, finally giving in to catch a few breaths before wearily eying my surroundings.

There was litter flooding all over the floor and the walls were thick with graffiti. The place smelt like my mum's burnt cottage pie left to rot in the summer for more than a month: basically, it smelt BAD. I turned my focus to the back wall of the alley, though there didn’t seem to be one. In its place was darkness, a never-ending void of darkness, that seemed to claw into my brain, reaching for my worst nightmares. I shook my head. I’m not afraid of the dark, I’ve never been afraid of the dark. But this dark sent shivers down my spine.

With trembling hands, I reached into my pocket, feeling for the comforting handle of my torchlight. *click* the satisfying noise of the light turning on echoed in the deafening silence. Pointing my torch towards the black, I plastered on a worried face. The light seemed to give little, if any impact on the void of darkness at all. It was like a thick, stubborn fog, slowly wrapping itself around me, choking me in its foulness, forcing me into its evil layer.

Just as those thoughts engulfed me, I heard a sound from deep within the alley. Ok, this is too hard to ignore now. I took a deep breath and walked right into the darkness, regretting all my life decisions. The sound sounded again, then, all of a sudden something happened. Something which I cannot describe, but I will do my best. I seemed to have collapsed to the floor as the darkness became darker, my thoughts seemed to disintegrate. That was when all consciousness I had was gone…



- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - – - - - - - - - - - - - - - ——



My eyelids seemed like led, as I reluctantly opened my eyes to a flash of white. I peered around. Everything was white. The floor was white, the walls were white, the door, the bed I'm lying on, the clothes I'm wearing- wait what, the bed I'm lying on? The clothes I'm wearing? Questions overflowed in my head. Where am I? Why am I here? What happened to me? And, most importantly, What TRASH am I wearing?!

Furious at the audacity of whoever dressed me in these AWFUL clothes, I swung my legs to the side of the bed. I felt dizzy. Suddenly, a searing pain pierced through my head.

*drip*

That was the sound of my sweat dripping to the floor.

*paddom*

That was the sound of my heart thundering in my chest.

*Drop*

That was the sound of a steady tear falling from my eye.

What. Have. They. Done. To.



Me.

*Drop*

Another tear.

*Drop*

And another.

*Drop* *drop* *drop* *drop* *drop* *drop*

They’re falling at a rapid pace now.



My hands were heavy. My feet were heavy. My head was heavy.

I collapsed onto the floor. I carried my head in my hands, overwhelmed with… With what? WITH WHAT?!!!
WHAT. HAVE. THEY. DONE. TO.

ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!



All at once, I heard the sound of footsteps. footsteps drawing near. Drawing near until I heard a creek. The creek of a door opening. The door to this room opening…

I held my breath, as a shadow loomed over me.

“Ah, Echo!” A smooth, cruel, masculine voice from above me started, “I have you at last.”

Slowly, I raised my head, true fear enveloping through my body.

He wore black leather men's Gibson shoes and charcoal black tuxedo trousers. On the torso there was a dark grey dress shirt and a black blazer hanging from his shoulders. His skin was a marble white so pale, SO pale, I refused to believe that his body was possessed by any human. His hair was a dark navy blue and his eyes, HIS EYES! they were a matching colour. but HIS EYES! I couldn't take mine away. BUT HIS EYES! I’m trapped in a trance. BUT HIS EYES! A thick layer of ice covered my heart. I sat there. Frozen.

‘This is how I’m going to die’ I thought, ‘A slow, painful death’ I let out a screech of terror that bounced on the walls, right back to my own ears.

Out of the blue, the man got body slammed onto the floor, standing in his place was a boy around my age, a golden aura emitting from him. My saviour.

bluepig600 wrote:

I have a raspberry pi 5, a raspberry pi 4b, a raspberry pi 400 and two raspberry pi zero was. So far I've just been using them as servers for python code for cloud projects on scratch.(The servers are all down because one of my SD cards got corrupted and I haven't rewrote the code again)I use the raspberry pi 5 as my regular computer because I don't have a laptop or anything like that.

Nice! The 4 or 8 gigabyte RPI5

For the last week I have worked on a game for the Scratch Design Studio ‘Candy Land’ , a fast-paced and frantic game called Sugary Shakeup.
It starts off as a simple game where you click candies travelling across the screen to gain points. But there's so much more!
As the game progresses, more and more game mechanics get added until the game becomes beautifully chaotic. First it's candy corn, then chocolate bars, then marshmallows, cookies, gummy bears, jelly beans, and much more! After 3 minutes, the game is over and you will get a grade ranking based on your total points. Do you have what it takes to achieve an A (or even an S?) Give it a try.

Sugary Shakeup: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/990810269/

josueart wrote:

Lol, this is hilarious. The ST already knows the forums are a lag machine yet they for some reason don't update to newer software. That's like knowing your car has a flat tire but refusing to replace it with a new one.

Or we haven't decided yet still. Please don't necropost, and don't post jabs at the ST's expense (both emotionally and financially).

Be careful when making horror games, it is quite hard to both keep it a horror game and make it allowable. Nevertheless, what you need to do is think of an idea and make this idea very specific in every part. Next, think of what the project would have to do to achieve this. Then, break those tasks into smaller, more manageable tasks. Continue breaking this down until you get something you can code. This is all you do, it is just that it often takes a lot of time and effort. Without much to work off of, it is hard for us to help you make an entire horror game.

This is a good story, I like your writing style, the characters, it was a very nice story! However, I am here to critique it, so lets get into that. Throughout the whole thing I don't know if it was just me, but I had a hard time figuring out what everyones names (besides Selle) were, as well as remembering them. in the sentence ‘no ominous guards with ominous weapons’ Maybe change it to something else? Same goes to ‘In her defense—she always, always, had to make defenses for herself’. But yeah, this was a good story, just edit a couple things and your good to go! Bye (Also sorryIwassortofmeanIdidntmeantobeasdfghj) -thewiitchofjam

weeeeekly - 2654 words
lol i wrote this entire thing on a plane
on my phone
whilst watching a tv programm over the shoulder of the kid in front


Part 1- Outline, 212

Idea: biome travelers in MC
Goal: raid the trio of Desert Temple, Jungle Temple, Ocean Monument
Story will focus on Jungle Temple
People (Steve and Alex) are from Plains
Themes: Adventure, bravery/risk-taking, glory, representing home, greed

Overarching Plot Points:
-Steve and Alex leave the village in search of glory and treasure
-They travel by horse to the desert, where they stop at a village to rest
-Despite troubles, they loot the Desert Temple
-They then travel by horse to the Jungle
-Despite troubles, they loot the Jungle Temple
-They then travel to a Woodland Mansion to get a map to the Ocean Monument
-They then travel by boat to the Ocean Monument and loot it
-They they return back to their villaige
-They are heroes and incredibly wealthy

This story (Jungle Temple) plot points:
-Come from the Desert Temple battered but emboldened by success
-Must leave their horses as the jungle is too dense
-Travel alone and carrying massive packs
-No village to rest in
-Finds the Temple in a ditch kinda
-Enters at dusk
-Encounters mazes full of monsters
-Basement is cavernous and rigged with traps
-Has to figure out a puzzle
-Gets the treasure and is instantly flung out the temple
-Success- now onto the Mansion

Part 2- Beginning, 230 words


The land was bone-dry, the sky painted over with squid's ink. Fine sand swirled under the feet of horses that treaded unsteadily across the desert. On their backs, two people perched warily, clutching the reins in bruised fists. The party moved slowly across the land, casting a golden lantern glow in their wake. Despite the illumination, it was only the sand and the moon that would be seen for many miles to come.
But finally, under the starlight, a shadow could be seen in the distance. A great, monstrous shadow that spread wider than the eye could see and snatched up into the sky. The silhouettes of trees, trees larger than a mountain, leaves denser than steel.
And as the two travelers neared, they could hear bird shrieks and caws, growls and footsteps. Crickets chirped and the air itself seemed to whisper. And the smells- chocolate and spices, sap and bark, but most prominently, water. Water hung in the air heavily, dousing leaves in dew and threatening to spill from clouds. It was in stark contrast from the dry, arid lands that they had previously wandered.
As the sun rose sluggishly, 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.
Then, finally, they had reached the jungle.

Part 3- Story, 2173 words


“Steve- pass me the map!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he responded, struggling to leash his horse to a tree. He stood up straight and wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead. His worries had switched seamlessly from lack of water to too much since entering the new biome- seriously, who had made the jungle so humid?
“Steve?” his partner, Alex, called again. She waded through thick layers of ferns and planted her feet firmly.
“What is it?”
“I want to try and figure out this map thing,” she replied, hand held out. “We really don’t want to get lost in here.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course. Especially not with these things!” Steve whirled around, swatting a fly from his thick hair. He crouched and reached for the map from his pack.
Alex thanked him and studied the rough lines, her brow furrowed. The crude guide had been salvaged from the depths of the Desert Temple, along with sack-loads of treasure and valuable goods. But the Desert Temple was one of only three locations on their journey- on the fabled hero’s journey that Steve and Alex had embarked on. 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…
-
BOOM!
The shockwave threw Steve against a hard, sandstone wall. His breath escaped him as he clutched at his chest, the axe in his other hand falling to the floor. Alex skidded across the dusty ground on the opposite side of the Temple. The attack had taken them both by surprise- neither had ever encountered a monster that exploded.
Alex sprung at the monsters, pickaxe swinging wildly, turning them into dust on contact. Her ginger hair flew messily behind her as she dodged the vast columns of the Desert Temple, boots skidding across the ancient floor. She yanked Steve up roughly and dragged him to a sapphire-blue tile in the floor. Without warning, she smashed the tile beneath their feet- and they fell.
They fell, and fell, and fell.
SPLASH!
Crashing hard into an underground pool, Steve and Alex coughed up water but were somehow alive. They were in a narrow cavern, the light of the Temple a pinprick far above them. But all around were…
Chests. Chests of gold and treasure.
The partners grabbed whatever they could reach and shoved it in their packs. Armour, gemstones- anything. But as Steve stepped on the center tile, a hissing sound echoed throughout the chamber…
“Go!”
BOOM!
-
“Steve!”
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Alex was waving him over, her pack hitched on her back and her pickaxe strapped to her side. “We should go as soon as we can. Traveling through the jungle at night probably wouldn’t be ideal.”
Steve nodded and grabbed his gear. With little rest, it was already time to find the next trial on their journey- the Jungle Temple.
He just hoped that it would be less explosive.

Traversing the jungle was equally, if not more, difficult than traveling the desert.
Yes, this time there was ample water and shade, but not a minute passed without somebody falling hard over a half-decaying log or discovering a new deadly insect. It took double the time and double the effort, and every step was taken on foot- it would have been impossible to even consider taking a horse through this kind of underbrush.
In this manner, Steve and Alex blindly stumbled through the jungle for days on end. There were no villages marked on the map- indeed, they didn’t even know if any called the jungle home- so the adventurers were
forced to camp under just the cover of trees far above for night after night. It felt like an eternity before finally, finally, they found the ancient Temple.
Steve led the way, slashing through vines and ferns with his axe, as Alex followed close behind, map permanently in front of her face. They were tired, and losing hope, when Steve saw light filtering through the thick leaves ahead. He prodded Alex bluntly and forged forwards. His axe sliced through a curtain of draping lianas to reveal… open sky.
Alex gasped as she looked up to the view before them. There was a great crater of dirt and stone, encircled by trees that concealed all. The sun, radiant as a flaming torch, stood directly overhead. Squinting, they peered through their fingers to see a hulking stone structure at the bottom of the crater, surrounded by foliage run wild and weakened by moss. Once-great statues inlaid with quartz and emerald and jade guarded the building. It lay far below their crumbling ledge, accessible only by rickety wooden pylons etched into the stone that spiraled downwards farther than the eye could see.
“The Jungle Temple.”
Alex nodded her agreement, a lump in her throat. Though it was decrepit and half the size of the Desert Temple, the building still exuded an aura of power and ancient knowledge. It would have been impossible to find without the map.
“So… are we going down, then?”
Steve nodded and slowly edged towards the first wooden step. It creaked unreassuringly as he put his weight on it. Alex nodded encouragingly at him.
Hands against the rough wall, they edged down and around the expansive crater. Every drop of a kicked pebble, every flutter of a leaf echoed. Looking down was dizzying- and almost deadly.
The sun had disappeared behind the shadows of the great trees by the time that Steve and Alex found solid ground. Steve collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily. Alex, falling the last step or two, followed his example.
But they soon stood and turned to face the temple.
It certainly seemed a lot bigger than it had at the top, and the jeweled eyes of the carvings seemed to glint in the moonlight. Despite this, the adventurors tugged themselves up and steadied themselves to enter.
“Ready?” Alex asked.
Steve nodded. “Let’s get this done.”

The Temple was lit dimly with flickering torches of red fire that led the duo down a steep cobbled staircase. The walls were bare and little saplings pushed through cracks in the stone. Every footstep was magnified hundreds of times.
Without warning, the staircase flattened out, and Steve and Alex found themselves in a corridor that branched out in two directions. The paths looked identical.
“So. Which way?” Steve asked.
“I- I’m not sure.”
“Is there anything on the map?” he prodded. Alex pulled out the dry paper and studied it for a second.
“No, nothing. I think we just have to decide.”
Silence.
“Okay. Okay,” Steve breathed, “Let’s just go… right. Right is always right… right?”
“Well, if right is not right, there is only left left.”
Steve glanced exasperatedly at Alex, whos lips were twitching upwards. He began to step cautiously down the corridor.
“Hey!”
Steve’s leg caught on a thin wire and he tripped forwards. Something whizzed past his ear.
“Aah!” Alex screamed behind him, stumbling backwards. Lodged in the wall behind her was an arrow, trembling back and forth. She gasped for air- and then dived. Another arrow came flying towards her neck and she rolled ungraciously away. Steve tried to stand, but his leg was caught in the tripwire, and he was desperately trying to avoid an entourage of arrows. They just kept coming… and coming, and coming…

I fly at the poor, trapped human, twisting midair, aiming directly for his jugular. He writhes on the ground, eyes set wide in terror, screaming for his partner to help. But she can do nothing- there’s more of me, going straight for her. She’s pinned in shock. Desperately, the guy on the floor raises his hand and brings down a glinting iron axe.
SLASH!
I clatter to the ground in two, the shaft and the point ripped from each other. But that’s okay- more of me keep coming, coming, coming, firing straight and true in a whirlwind of multicoloured parrot feathers and demonically sharpened arrowheads. The girl is free now, trying to block with her pickaxe, but points tear through her shirt. The boy screams, slashing through the air. His leg is free now- but that doesn’t stop us. We keep flying, our purpose known, our aim precise.
The girl looks at the machine at the far end of the corridor- the dispenser of arrows- and then at the tripwire, hooked to a trigger in the wall. Her eyes widen.
“Steve! The wire!” she screams, raising her pick. He realizes what she means and swings his axe down…
No!
No, he can’t!
The wire snaps in two and is flung into his ruddy, greasy face.

Steve panted heavily, blood running down his side. Arrows lay haphazardly on the floor, having failed to reach their target. Alex wrenched one out of the wall and snapped it in two.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she replied shakily. “Where… where are the bandages?”
Silently, Steve reached into his pack and pulled out a roll of bandages, still in shock. They lay in place for a second.
Eventually, Steve got up and went to the end of the corridor, and there was… nothing.
No chest.
No riches.
Nothing but the remains of a trap.
He turned back to Alex, mouth agape. She looked at him expectantly.
“I… I don’t think right was right.”

On the far left side of the corridor, there was a room.
The room was plain and undecorated, but for one wall adorned with levers. They formed a pattern of seemingly random ups and downs, clearly linked to wiring in the wall behind. Alex and Steve stared blankly at the levers.
“I- I can’t think right now,” Steve said.
“Neither,” Alex agreed.
“The treasure is linked to this puzzle. It must be,” he said, slightly desperately.
“Well, what are we going to do?”
Silence. Only the crackling of the red torches could be heard.
“We could… ask the narrator.” Alex suggested hesitantly.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed.
Wait. What?
“Hey, narrator?” Alex called. “Can we have your help with this one?”
Excuse me, what?
“You can probably Google it or something. I don’t know, like, ‘Jungle Temple lever puzzle code?’”
I mean, I probably could…
“Please?” Steve asked. “We’ve kind proven ourselves with that last trial. I think we deserve this.”
Yeah, that seemed pretty intense. That arrow’s point of view was NOT fun to have to follow.
“Right! So, you’ll get the code for us?” Alex put in hopefully.
Um…
“It’s not cheating. It’s fine! Please?” Steve begged.
Okay.
Okay, fine. Give me a second, I’ll be right back.
“Yes!”

Okay, It’s up, down, down, up, up for the first line, then down, down, up, down, up for the next one.
“Thank you so much!” Alex beamed, reaching for the top levers. It only took a minute for them to flick the levers.
There was a creak, and then a hiss, and then finally, the sound of very old machinery coming to life.
One of the walls shifted and then moved back entirely, revealing a whole new room. And here, finally here, were chests upon chests of treasure.
Emeralds, lapis lazuli, redstone, enchanted arrows, exotic dyes, feathers, ocelot pelts- the like. And, just to be safe, Alex and Steve took the machinery behind the wall as well.

The trip back up the cobblestone stairs was a tiring but very welcome one. Slowly, more and more light filtered down from the surface, until the duo burst out of the temple to a tangerine-orange, dazzling sunrise. They smiled at each other, backs heavy with treasure and heads heavy with weariness. Despite the challenges, despite the near-death traps, Steve and Alex had made it. They’d survived the arrows, they’d figured out the puzzle (you’re welcome) and they’d escaped the Temple that much richer for it. Now, two-thirds of their journey complete, they had only to venture into the most difficult of the three ancient relics- the Ocean Monument.
But that could wait. For now, Steve and Alex rested.

By the time that they finally climbed slowly out of the cavern, they’d set up a camp by the Temple. A simple one- a crafting table, a furnace and a fireplace- but perhaps the next travelers would find themselves more accommodated. Perhaps the jungle wasn’t so bad, and a major village should be started in it.
“Alright. Here we are,” Alex said, pulling herself up onto the edge of the cliff. The cavern stood equally as great as before, but somehow, after their success, it wasn’t quite as intimidating. As Steve reached the top, they stood side by side, surveying the great, ancient lands that they had defeated.
It was glorious.


“Alright. I guess it’s time for-“
WHIZZ!
An arrow, straight and sharp, fletched with white feathers, flew and embedded itself in Steve’s shoulder. The momentum knocked him back… back, back over the edge of the cliff…
“STEVE!” Alex shrieked, whirling around. She flung out her arm as he slowly tipped backwards, grasping for her hand, falling-
Falling-


“No!”

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Ingredients used:
- Flashback
- Sudden conflict
- Different POV
- Breaking the 4th wall
- Cliffhanger (literally lol)

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Incredibly useful critique by Alana! (@-nightglow-) <33

cosmo250 wrote:

Guys, April Fools Day is 2 months away. Stop worrying about it so much. Who needs to post a joke on forums once a year?!

You could technically say it is next month… I'm not wrong though. (Not for me though!)

cosmo250 wrote:

(#7)
Guys, April Fools Day is 2 months away. Stop worrying about it so much. Who needs to post a joke on forums once a year?!

is this an early joke or am i very confused? i thought that it was tomorrow/today in other places.

cosmo250 wrote:

GamerMYM wrote:

Title speaks for itself. Scratch lab feature.

The Scratch Lab feature: animated text is still being tested out and worked on. For now, you can just animate it yourself or have a gif of animated text to upload.

GamerMyM wrote:

Is there anyway we could access the original Scratch, now?

The only way of accessing the original Scratch is through downloading it.

The last thing… u edited that.. i didn't write that bro…

Guys, April Fools Day is 2 months away. Stop worrying about it so much. Who needs to post a joke on forums once a year?!

cosmo250 wrote:

GamerMYM wrote:

Title speaks for itself. Scratch lab feature.

The Scratch Lab feature: animated text is still being tested out and worked on. For now, you can just animate it yourself or have a gif of animated text to upload.

GamerMyM wrote:

Is there anyway we could access the original Scratch, now?

The only way of accessing the original Scratch is through downloading it.

You're pure genius!

GamerMYM wrote:

Title speaks for itself. Scratch lab feature.

The Scratch Lab feature: animated text is still being tested out and worked on. For now, you can just animate it yourself or have a gif of animated text to upload.

GamerMyM wrote:

Is there anyway we could access the original Scratch, now?

The only way of accessing the original Scratch is through downloading it.

critique for Tilly <3
976 words

Tilly, I really like the plotline and the idea - having just finished reading the whole thing, I can say that I love the dynamic between the parents and Freddy himself - there are a few lines he says that I really felt :')

As for choosing the ending, I honestly loved them both for different reasons.

But before I really get into it, I wanted to say that you should choose the ending that you feel is right. I struggled with this with my entry (that you're critiquing now probably aaa-) because I had the same choice - and although I usually go with the sad ending, this time I chose the other route.

It really depends on the story and where you want to go with it <3

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Okay, first of all, I really like that title. Atlantic Down immediately drew me into the story!

The first line is perfectly fine, but you could rephrase it to grab your reader's attention right from the get-go. For example,

Someone shook me from the darkness, a voice clamouring for my attention.

If you'd rather keep the line as it is, again it reads perfectly fine, but I would say it could be rephrased so that the word 'was' isn't repeated (that's just one of my pet-peeves lol ^^) :

'Someone was shaking me, and a distant voice was clamouring clamoured for my attention, but I couldn’t bring myself to heed to what was disturbing my sleep.

Again, this next line is perfectly fine, but maybe to make it a little less clunky, it could be rephrased it to:

'She shook her head and closed her mouth her lips tightened, seeming to think better of whatever she was going to say.'

Here:

'I was still rather tired, but I did my best to keep up with Mother’s hasty pace as she led me round one turn, then another,' maybe you could describe the tiredness instead of stating that Freddy is tired, so that it adds imagery and relatability for the reader?

I love this line:

'“Is the ship sinking?” I whispered, a lump forming in my throat. “What if it sinks before you get off?”' - it encapsulates the story so well <3

Also, I love the dynamic between the parents shown here:

“Leonard, I…”
“It’s okay,” he whispered.

These lines, and the way the mother's words trail off adds another dimension to their characters and I really liked that.

Where you've used double exclamation marks or question marks, I don't think it's necessary and might make the story read a bit informally - just using one does the job perfectly. ^^

Where it mentions the pocket clock, did you mean pocket watch? Just clarifying that might make it easier for the reader to visualise.


Sad ending:

So, with the endings, I liked both but for different reasons.

The sad ending has a lot of description which helps the reader to really imagine the setting properly, and, especially with the mention of rain, it added pathetic fallacy in the weather reflecting his emotions.

I also love the repetition of ‘wishing’ in these lines:

'I dashed it away and continued to stare at the clock, wishing I could turn its hands back, and time along with it.
Wishing Father had stayed with us. Wishing that we had never set foot on that blasted ship.'

Specifically the last line - I think, if you do choose to end it sadly, this is the perfect way to end it so that it's both bittersweet and shows Freddy's anguish and regret.


Happy ending:

But, the happy ending was also wonderful in its own way. Also, because you've already mentioned the possibility of the ship sinking and this tragedy taking place, it could be a nice twist for the father to survive. It's up to you! <3

I like how in the line, 'Pulling the pocket clock out, I checked the time, wondering how long it had been since I slept. It read 7am,' it shows he's using the gift his father gave him, and although it's a small detail that could be integrated into any part of the story, I liked that he uses it to read the time.

You can also mention this in the sad ending version, just by him reading the time off of it.

I really like this scene:

My heart skipped a beat and I stumbled back, clenching the pocket clock so tight it hurt my hand.
“Father!!”

But maybe, earlier on, you could reference a special feature that the father has (e.g. a scar on his cheek, a few grey hairs in his beard, his laugh catches the attention of others, his eyes turn hazel in the light, his smile is lopsided, etc) so that it can be repeated again in this scene, and this will show how Freddy realises that this man is his father.

'“Freddy,” he whispered.' I love that he whispered it - I really imagined that <3

Here, you could rephrase it slightly so it reads as: 'I clung to Father as if I could would never let go, crying on his shoulder as he hugged me close.'

And, finally, I really like the last line being: '…unexplainable gratitude filling me as I heard his laugh once more.'

-

Honestly, Tilly, I'm not sure which ending you should choose because they're both wonderful and add to the story in their own ways, but I know that whichever you, as the writer, feel is best will be perfect for it.

Overall, this is a great piece and I hope my critique helped!

Please bear in mind that these are only my opinions and you are in no way obliged to take my feedback into account, they are only suggestions after all ^^ - best of luck with your writing piece! <33

thank you notes!

alia: i just wanted to say, thank you /so/ much for being an amazing leader, alia! your ideas for the cabin, and the main storyline were incredible, and i loved how it was goal oriented haha <3 we didn't talk quite that much this session, but thank you so much for putting aside your time /just/ to help me finish a weekly <3 you were really motivational and a fun leader to have, and i'm glad i was put in script for this session ^^

snowy: ooh snowy! you've been an outstanding, and i /mean/ outstanding co-leader, and you were really fun to be around! your writing is so emotionally beautiful haha and i literally loved /all/ of your pieces. also, i listened to couple of blü eyes songs, and i have to say, they're /really/ underrated! thank you so much for just being amazing, contributing to the entire cabin, offering to critique my about-to-be-very-long-short-story-weekly and being /such/ a good co-leader! ^^ thank you so much for making script what it is, i had an incredible session!

pepper: pepper! you were /such/ a fun person, and you interacted with us, and talked with us, and were just really nice in general haha <3 you were quite amazing and motivated us a lot, and frequently talked to us <3 also you helped me decide what to get me for my birthdayyy in art supplies heehee and you're just incredibly kind overall! your contribution to the entire cabin is immense, and woah you really hyped us all up haha thanks!!

mousey: it's mousey! woahh :0 we didn't talk much after like the first week of this session haha, but i just have to say, you're just really funny and cabin wars was really fun with you! script betraying you and then dystopian betraying us back was just very amazing heehee <3

tilly:hey tilly! thank you so much for being so hyper haha and being really motivational! i love it when i just open my inbox and i see a ‘go coco!!’ written in caps, it literally makes my day <3

literally every one in the script cabin: hey guys!! you guys made this session so fun haha and i loved the motivation that we would give each other! and it was just really fun being super hyper with you guys <3 we wrote so many words together, and we completed cabin wars without losing a single war, how cool is that :0 haha i just lovedd this session, and i had an incredible time <3 thank you so much!

everyone, and yes, i mean everyone in swc: frankly, you all were awesome <3 i loved obsessing over gurtle ( and barlog gurtle! ) with you all and just ranting about how our dailies and weeklies have too many wordss :wheeze: no, but seriously- you all were incredible, and you made this session one of the BEST i've ever had, and this is like my sixth or seventh one?? thankk you <3

and that's it! thank you so much to /all/ of you, and i had an amazing time ( not me using the words ‘amazing’, ‘awesome’ and ‘incredible’ way too much- )
byee

yeah i hate them. but… uh… the problem is that this is the new scratchers forum. despite you being fairly new and not knowing anything about the discussion forums, you have to post your topic somewhere relevant. like idk, this might've been better off as a studio.

medians wrote:

lgrov44 wrote:

EDIT 1: Never mind, Time Zones.

Only in a small amount of timezones, what are you even doing up??

Not… keeping track of time… but also I don't know.

thepurplebanana66 wrote:

(#3189)

scheeepchit_remix wrote:

thepurplebanana66 wrote:

(#3186)

scheeepchit_remix wrote:

thepurplebanana66 wrote:

(#3184)

scheeepchit_remix wrote:

thepurplebanana66 wrote:

(#3182)

scheeepchit_remix wrote:

someone should make a version of the appel editor with all the block-code modification benefits (more rotation options, .5 blocks, multiple end flags etc)

I will eventually, probably after i'm done with 5 step steve

i made a very scuffed version which took like 5 minutes, not the proudest thing i made but its serviceable enough until someone else makes a more polished version

I also want to add/improve features. Some ideas I have so far are:
-moving platforms that the enemies can interact with
-triggers that can be activated multiple times, and each time activates one loop of an object (crushers crushing, burthas flipping, blueplatforms moving, etc.)
-more burtha functionality (being able to move them upwards)
-being able to modify a spring's downwards velocity (how is this not a thing already griffpatch?)
-a trigger that changes the HUE of a level when you touch it
-more things can have groups attached to them(normal blocks, apples, red apple, maybe a new burtha that acts normally with groups)
-a more in-depth explanation of what blocks and commands do

and finally…
-a system that allows you to edit each quarter of a block individually(like mini blocks in Just a Level Editor), allowing for infinitely more customization

my aim is to create a level editor with all the block-code modification shenanigans, but still have the level codes be compatible with base appel

that should be pretty easy, I think you can do it.

are there any block-code-editing tricks i missed in my scuffed editor thingy

only that instead of using the ‘add blank level’ block for making a new level you could do this(the word space represents pressing the spacebar because it's hard to distinguish between “1” and “1 ”):

replace item (12) of [levels v] with (join (join (join (join (temp) [space]) (join [2space] (join ((temp) * (3)) [space]))) (join [1space] (join (((answer) * (temp)) - ((temp) * (3))) [spacespace]))) (join (join [1space] (join ((answer) * (temp)) [spacespacespacespace])) [0space0]))

edit: highlight a word and press shift and the right arrow to see the whole thing lol
this would make it so you don't have to click the green flag when making a new level
you can also split it up into multiple blocks if you (for some reason) don't want the super long join chain.
just do

replace item (12) of [levels v] with (temp)

and then a long chain of

replace item (12) of [levels v] with (join (item (12) of [levels v] :: list) [the next part of the code])

you still have to green flag for some reason
edit: nvm bugfixed it yay
so turns out the issue was that the level reloaded before the new width/height changes were implemented

Please remember that said projects do not have to fulfill all criteria (at least that is my understanding, as a project is quite difficult to be simple and complex at once), and that a project may be more complex than it seems. A seemingly simple project could actually be very complex in the code department.

DangerPuppy10 wrote:

Save the april fools jokes for tomorrow…

There is no AFD for the forums.

medians wrote:

Is this topic intended to be an AFD joke?

XCartooonX wrote:

If this is an April Fools joke (which it most likely is,) sorry, but Paddle said that we're not doing AFD on the forums this year.

lgrov44 wrote:

EDIT 1: Never mind, Time Zones.

Only in a small amount of timezones, what are you even doing up??

Save the april fools jokes for tomorrow… Save the April fools jokes for…next time it's allowed on the forums, or just on a project..
(you guys really are quick)

Crow_Boy08 wrote:

Za-Chary wrote:

Crow_Boy08 wrote:

Za-Chary wrote:

Add a fluffy skateboard to what?

To the bottom of the forums page

Why?

It would be so awesome. It would be so cool.

Though tempting, no support. There is little to no reason to add one, especially because you can argue the same for almost any good design. Also, is this a AFD joke? We are still trying to know.

Part 1: 200 Word Outline - 241 Words
Write an outline with 200 words using one of the methods given.
Notes: I typically use the plot-based method in all of my stories, and even academic papers. So, the plot-based method is here again :D. I actually started writing this on Thursday—oh boy, I’m cutting this close xD. But the premise is basically a SWC and Project SEKAI crossover fanfic, featuring Yume(and yes I’m writing all the BBCode by hand again-).

• Binary and Yume are sending in the last letters of the day in the Epistolary Terminal, at the Reception Desk.
  
• Yume tells Binary that they’re “done” with a large emphasis.
  
• Binary realizes that their job at the Terminal is done.
  
• Binary has a surprise for Yume, and she uses an Hourglass to transport Yume and herself to Kamiyama.
  
• Yume wakes up on the rooftop to a little girl shaking her awake.
  
• Yume realizes that the little girl looks and sounds just like a 6-year-old Nene. Her name is Aethra and she’s Binary’s daughter.
  
• Yume sees Binary and Binary explains the setting before locking away their memories temporarily.
  
• Binary warns Yume of Corruption, but also states that so far there hasn’t been a lot.
  
• Binary leads Yume to class and they have their regular school day.
  
• Yume meets the famed troupe, Wonderlands x Showtime, and through recommendation of Binary, gets hired to perform at Wonder Stage with them.
  
• Yume becomes a regular member of Wonderlands x Showtime, but one day notices a black patch of grass underneath a table in the Wonderland SEKAI.
  
• Yume goes to tell the Virtuals, but finds that they’re all gone except for Meiko, who’s in a coma.
  
• Yume searches for her troupe members, but they’re also gone, and she finds Wonder Miku holding an Hourglass in her hand while crouching underneath a table.
  
• Wonder Miku is scared and Yume turns to see a looming Nightmare behind her.
  

Part 2: 100 Word Exposition - 431 Words
Write 100 words about the exposition (an introduction of the characters and setting).
Notes: CinemaSins would give me a hundred just for this exposition—whatever :’).
Here you’ll go, and me, and then you again… Fufu~
The Epistolary Terminal was quiet: a calm, peaceful quiet. In the bird enclosure, the usual crooning and chirping from the doves were gone, and all but two workers in the entire terminal were absent. The starry sky, bending so close to the keep of time, seemed to swirl around slowly.
“…Is that the last one?”
Binary looked up at Yume from where she sat on the wooden floor, cosmos eyes practically brimming with calm happiness. “Yeah, it is… Mine, too.” She looked down at the black envelope in her hands before giving it to Yume. The brown-haired girl took it and smiled, feeling the stationary between her fingertips lightly.
“We’re done,” Yume said, patting the envelope once before tossing it out into the air through a window. The purple letter flew out into the night sky before bursting into a shower of color, and Yume closed the window gently, locking it.
“Done? I mean—as in our shift or…?” Binary trailed off, standing up and looking at the girl sitting on the desk.
Yume smiled. “We’re done here: we’ve done our job and now it’s time to go somewhere else. Everyone else already left, but you said you had something you wanted to do with me, right? Y’know, a week or so ago, when I mentioned the ending of this session?”
“Oh, right.” Binary looked down, smiling almost ruefully at the floorboards. She looked around at the rest of the terminal. “Yeah, I guess we can go now. I just lost track of time for a moment, sorry.”
“It’s okay; being here does that sometimes. Everything just flies by so quickly, and you feel so accomplished and happy at the end,” Yume giggled softly. Binary nodded slowly.
“Yeah…”
Yume got off of the desk and put the master key to the Epistolary Terminal on a folded letter at the main reception desk. Binary watched her for a moment before loosening her ribbon tie slightly and extending her hand. She concentrated for a brief moment before her palm glowed azure and, in a flash of light, an Hourglass appeared in her grasp.
A mystical hourglass filled with blue rose petals.
“Ready, Yume?” Binary asked, extending her free hand to the named individual. She nodded, smiling brightly and putting her hand in Binary’s.
Binary flipped the Hourglass over and it glowed a bright blue. Then, the wisps of light and Energy wrapped around Yume and Binary, encapsulating them until, with a burst of wind, they disappeared completely.
They were on their next mission.

Part 3: 1000 Word Story - 2145 Words
Choose at least 5 story stew elements and use them to create a story of 1000 words.
Notes: At this point, I was just mentally sobbing… Why does SWC have to be so pointed?? :sob: Oh, yeah—Project SEKAI fans, don’t slam me for this, please, this is just… I make up my own stuff, okay? Headcanons, AUs, whatever you wanna call ‘em—
Yume’s heterochromatic eyes opened slowly, reflexively narrowing in the bright sunlight that glared down at her. And then, she became conscious of two little hands tugging on her shirt and shaking her. Yume looked wearily, and as her vision focused, she saw a little girl leaning over her—apparently shaking her too.
“Wake up!” the little girl ordered firmly, and Yume almost felt compelled to go back to sleep by the way the girl said it. But still, she sat up, rubbing the back of her head slightly and looking closer at the child. And she realized she looked just like a little Kusanagi Nene.
“N-Nene?” Yume asked, tilting her head slightly. The little girl looked a little taken aback, and she frowned at Yume.
“No—I’m not Nene. I get I look like her, but my name’s Aethra,” the child said, almost scolding. Yume felt a bit an “aww” at this little girl, but also a bit of fear of her assertiveness. Geez—
“Oh, my bad. Nice to meet you, Aethra,” Yume smiled. She glanced around her. She was on a rooftop of a school, supposedly, and the familiar eastern air told her that she was in far-east Asia. “Where am I?” she inquired, and a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.
“Kamiyama High School’s rooftop.”
Yume turned to see Binary standing behind her and wearing the Kamiyama uniform. The black-haired girl tossed another set onto Yume’s lap before sitting down next to her, criss-cross-applesauce. Aethra hurried over and sat next to Binary, putting her arms around Binary’s left one.
“Binary, what’s—oh! Is this what you wanted to do?” Yume asked, looking around. She couldn’t believe it—after all these years of wanting to actually get here, well, she was here! Shibuya, Tokyo—in the heart of Japan and sitting on the rooftop of Kamiyama!
“Mhm,” Binary replied. “And this is Aethra, my daughter,” she said, patting Aethra’s head. Yume glanced at Binary, perplexed.
“Daughter…?” Wasn’t Binary like…16? Maybe 17?
“Yeah, I took her in when she was 5,” Binary said, noting the confusion and borderline concern in Yume’s eyes.
“Ah, I see. … She looks like Nene,” Yume noted, looking at Aethra. The child pouted slightly at that comment, and Binary gave a small smile.
“Yeah, it’s a temporal situation… But anyways, welcome to Kamiyama. You’re a second year student and soon enough, you’re gonna get involved with a whole lot of goods and bads. I’m warning you now though, that there’s something coming that’s…not at all good.” Binary leaned forward slightly. “Keep your eyes open and sharp, Yume— Nightmares are abroad.”
“Nightmares?” Yume repeated. “Like…bad dreams? Or something deeper?”
Binary nodded slightly. “Something deeper. Fears manifested into mindless, wicked creatures of the night called Nightmares. They live in what I call, The Paranormal World. It’s like this one, but an alternate universe that’s filled with Nightmares and Corruption. They’re trying to Corrupt the SEKAIs… They’re usually black and kinda gooey, or they can be wispy and just… ghostlike. Beware.”
Yume felt a pool of dread at the bottom of her stomach, and she creased her brows. “Wait… This isn’t the Project SEKAI I know, Binary,” she said slowly.
“I know,” Binary replied. “But it’s unfortunately the one that this form is from,” she said, looking down at herself. “It’s messed up, I get that—but we can do this, hm? A little kick of action after sorting letters and doves all day?” Binary stood up, holding Aethra’s hand. “Besides, it’s not the only thing you can do here; join WonderlandsxShowtime, like how you’ve always wanted to, get to know all these ‘characters’ on a deeper level.”
Yume smiled a bit doubtfully. “Are you sure, Binary? This is… a lot to take in. I mean—I’d love to get started! But the Nightmares—!”
Binary shook her head, patting Yume’s shoulder gently. “Yume. I’ll keep them at bay; what I said was just a warning. Now you wanna stay here on the rooftop all day or do you wanna get on a stage and sing?”
“Alright; I’ll trust you,” Yume said, standing up and smiling despite the anxiety aching in her heart. Binary nodded and her eyes turned azure for a brief moment, along with Yume’s, and then the glow dimmed and the two girls blinked.
“Let’s get to class now,” Binary said, and Yume nodded. Leading Aethra with them, the two friends made their way from the rooftop to start their school day…

It was a whirlwind of joy and stress as Yume and Binary went through the school day: teachers, hall monitors(really, An), and trying not to be too blown away by the students there. Finally, as all the students were leaving the school for the homes, marking the end of the school day, Binary caught up with Yume.
“Yume! Did you get your grades back yet? For bio?” Binary asked, approaching the brown-haired girl. Yume looked up, making a wry grimace with a shake of her head.
“No, and I’m not looking forward to it either,” she sighed, crossing her arms. “Mr. Tanaki’s just so unreasonably specific sometimes.”
Binary nodded. “Yeah, I get that…” She paused, and that was enough time for a newcomer to speak.
“Binary, are you ready to go?”
Looking up, Yume saw Rui, the eccentric, madly-intelligent third year student, with Nene and Tsukasa beside him.
Binary nodded again, standing up and patting Yume’s shoulder. “Yeah, I am, but just one thing, Rui: do we take recommendations?”
Rui raised an eyebrow slightly. “Recommendations? As in, for new members of WonderShow?”
Binary nodded for the third time.
“Well…” Rui’s yellow eyes went to Yume, and an amused gleam entered his orbs. “I don’t see why not,” he said slowly. He smiled at Yume. “I take it you want to join WonderlandsxShowtime?” At that, Nene looked at Tsukasa, and he grinned.
Yume’s eyes lit up, and she started to her feet. “Could I? Can I?” she blurted, excitement taking over. Rui chuckled lightly at her reaction, nodding.
“Yes. Binary has a really good eye for spotting talent, so I trust her word when it comes to matters like this. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind, so we can set up a trial period with you. How does that sound?” Rui asked, pulling out a small notepad from his bag and jotting down a couple notes.
“Perfect,” Yume breathed, trying to contain her emotions. Rui nodded and tore off the sheet, handing it to Yume. In a quick scribble that was somehow legible, it read:
Yume, taken in by recommendation of Binary. Trial period: 1, April, 2024 through 30, April, 2024.
Yume grinned at that and looked at Rui. “Thank you,” she said, bowing slightly. Rui nodded, putting his notepad back into his bag.
“My pleasure,” he said. “But now that you’re a ghost of the troupe, how about you come with Binary and I to meet up with our Pierrot at Wonder Stage? She’d be more than delighted to meet a new member.” Yume nodded eagerly, and so, the three of them walked to the local amusement park, Phoenix Wonderland, to Wonder Stage.
As they walked, Tsukasa looked at Rui. “Rui, you made that agreement fast,” he said in an undertone. Rui nodded, glancing at Tsukasa.
“I did. I’ve actually had my eye on her for a while now; Binary was just the last straw that, if you will, broke the camel’s back,” Rui replied. “Yume’s got a knack for dancing and singing, and she seems to get along really well with Binary and the others. I’m more than happy to expand our troupe like we did with Binary.”
“Ah—you’re right.” Tsukasa paused for a moment before laughing. “HAHA!” He turned and clapped his hand onto Yume’s shoulder. “We will make you into one of the greatest stars in the world!!” he declared, and Yume smiled brightly.
Oh, how she’d love that.

It had been the full trial period and Yume was accepted as a full-fledged member of WonderlandsxShowtime. She even had access to the Wonderland SEKAI. In fact, it had been such an amazing time with WonderShow that she had forgotten about the Corruption and Paranormal World— In fact, after the high-level memory wipe, Yume had let go of her old life. She was happy here, performing with her favorite troupe and being the members’ close friend.
But the Nightmares didn’t forget her…
“What’s this?” Yume asked, crouching down to look at a black, borderline fuming, spot on the green grass of the Wonderland SEKAI.
Yume had been running away from the plushies after she had taken some of their candy away, and she had hidden in the shadows of a bouncy castle, underneath a party table. Buuuut, she had noticed something peculiar on the ground. A patch of black on the grass that was fuming and almost…bubbling. Ew.
Yume touched it gingerly with her shoe, and immediately her shoe turned back. She recoiled. That wasn’t good. At all. “What are you…?” Yume murmured, trying to wipe the goo off of her shoe, but to no avail. Maybe it was a SEKAI thing?
But the Wonderland SEKAI was full of color—the only black thing in the entire SEKAI was Binary’s hair!
And then, it hit Yume.
Didn’t Binary tell her about something like…nasty corruption at the way beginning of all this? Back on April 1? They were on the rooftop, and…
Binary looked at Yume seriously. “Fears manifested into mindless, wicked creatures of the night called Nightmares. They live in what I call, The Paranormal World. It’s like this one, but an alternate universe that’s filled with Nightmares and Corruption. They’re trying to Corrupt the SEKAIs… They’re usually black and kinda gooey, or they can be wispy and just… ghostlike. Beware,” she warned, leaning forward slightly.
Yume blinked. That’s right. So this was…
Corruption?
She looked down at the mess again before making a quick plan in her head: go tell the Virtuals about it and see what they can do, and then go to Binary and tell her that she was right—and what should they do.
Yume ran off, sprinting faster than she had in ages. “Kaito! Miku!! Rin! Len! Anyone! Meiko! Luka!!” she hollered, running back to the main stage.
But there was no one who responded to her call. Just the plushies who were still trying to bite at her and kick her with their soft arms and legs for stealing their candy. Yume whipped around and looked at the plushies, bending down.
“Wait—stop! Where are the Virtuals? There’s something serious; I need them!” Yume said, and the plushies paused. Of course they’d listen to voice of reason. This time. The cat plush pointed to one of the tents and explained that Meiko had gone to take a nap there. “Thank you,” Yume said, briefly patting the cat’s head before rushing off to the tent.
“Meiko!!” Yume called breathlessly, running inside to the hammock swing. Meiko was sleeping there with a dozing plush on her lap, a slight, dreamy smile playing on her lips.
“Meiko?” Yume shook the Vocaloid’s shoulders. Meiko didn’t stir, and Yume had the slight urge to slap her awake. “Meiko! C’mon, wake up, please! There’s Corruption in the SEKAI!” the girl begged, shaking Meiko—hard.
Still no response. She was as though she were in a coma and not even the plush was responding.
“D—ugh!” Yume, now panic stricken and with fear tying knots in her stomach, ran out of the tent.
She didn’t notice the growing pitch darkness in her shadow.
Yume ran on, but stopped when she heard a whimper to her left. She immediately spun and looked around, spotting a shaking Wonder Miku underneath yet another table. She seemed to be clutching something to her chest.
“Miku? Miku!” Yume ran over to the blue-haired girl and crouched down. “What’s going on? Are you okay? What’s—” She got a good look at the object Miku was holding: the familiar blue hourglass filled with royal-blue rose petals. Yume’s heart dropped even lower.
Miku looked at Yume, terror etched all over her face and body. “Y-Yume, all the others are—” And then, she stopped, her eyes widening even more as she stared at Yume. The brown-haired girl stared for a moment before it clicked: Wonder Miku was no longer looking at her. She was looking past her.
“Y-Yume!!” Miku shrieked, and Yume whipped around, only to feel her chest tighten and stomach churn at the sight. A looming monster made of black smoke and goo stood before her, with what looked like all the other Virtuals comingled to make one entity.
Yume’s tongue caught and her body shook— What hellspawn was this? This— Was she next? What should she do? What could she do? How—
The Nightmare reached for Yume.

Part 4: Critiquitaire - I don't even know Words (Polished 1000+ Word Story)
Using the feedback from the critiquitaire, polish and edit your 1000 word story.
Notes: Thanks so much, Sienna! The only thing that I didn’t really change was the “aww” part due to… I was trying to find a way to describe Yume’s new fondness.
Yume’s heterochromatic eyes opened slowly, reflexively narrowing in the bright sunlight that glared down at her. And then, she became conscious of two little hands tugging on her shirt and shaking her. Yume looked wearily, and as her vision focused, she saw a little girl leaning over her—apparently shaking her too.
“Wake up!” the little girl ordered firmly, and Yume almost felt compelled to go back to sleep by the way the girl said it. But still, she sat up, rubbing the back of her head and looking closer at the child. And she realized she looked just like a little Kusanagi Nene.
“N-Nene?” Yume asked, tilting her head slightly. The little girl looked a little taken aback, and she frowned at Yume.
“No—I’m not Nene. I get I look like her, but my name’s Aethra,” the child said, almost scolding. Yume felt a bit of an “aww” at this little girl, but also a bit of fear of her assertiveness. Geez—
“Oh, my bad. Nice to meet you, Aethra,” Yume smiled. She glanced around her. She was on a rooftop of a school, supposedly, and the homey eastern air told her that she was in far-east Asia. “Where am I?” she inquired, and a familiar voice spoke up from behind her.
“Kamiyama High School’s rooftop.”
Yume turned to see Binary standing behind her and wearing the Kamiyama uniform. The black-haired girl tossed another set onto Yume’s lap before sitting down next to her, criss-cross-applesauce. Aethra hurried over and sat next to Binary, putting her arms around Binary’s left one.
“Binary, what’s—oh! Is this what you wanted to do?” Yume asked, looking around. She couldn’t believe it—after all these years of wanting to actually get here, well, she was here! Shibuya, Tokyo—in the heart of Japan and sitting on the rooftop of Kamiyama!
“Mhm,” Binary replied. “And this is Aethra, my daughter,” she said, patting Aethra’s head. Yume glanced at Binary, perplexed.
“Daughter…?” Wasn’t Binary like…16? Maybe 17?
“Yeah, I took her in when she was 5,” Binary said, noting the confusion and borderline concern in Yume’s eyes.
“Ah, I see. … She looks like Nene,” Yume noted, looking at Aethra. The child pouted slightly at that comment, and Binary gave a small smile.
“Yeah, it’s a temporal situation… But anyways, welcome to Kamiyama. You’re a second year student and soon enough, you’re gonna get involved with a whole lot of goods and bads. I’m warning you now though, that there’s something coming that’s…not at all good.” Binary leaned forward slightly. “Keep your eyes open and sharp, Yume— Nightmares are abroad.”
“Nightmares?” Yume repeated. “Like…bad dreams? Or something deeper?”
Binary nodded slightly. “Something deeper. Fears manifested into mindless, wicked creatures of the night called Nightmares. They live in what I call, The Paranormal World. It’s like this one, but an alternate universe that’s filled with Nightmares and Corruption. They’re trying to Corrupt the SEKAIs… They’re usually black and kinda gooey, or they can be wispy and just… ghostlike. Beware.”
Yume felt a pool of dread at the bottom of her stomach, and she creased her brows. “Wait… This isn’t the Project SEKAI I know, Binary,” she said slowly.
“I know,” Binary replied. “But it’s unfortunately the one that this form is from,” she said, looking down at herself. “It’s messed up, I get that—but we can do this, hm? A little kick of action after sorting letters and doves all day?” Binary stood up, holding Aethra’s hand. “Besides, it’s not the only thing you can do here; join WonderlandsxShowtime, like how you’ve always wanted to, get to know all these ‘characters’ on a deeper level.”
Yume smiled a bit doubtfully. “Are you sure, Binary? This is… a lot to take in. I mean—I’d love to get started! But the Nightmares—!”
Binary shook her head, patting Yume’s shoulder gently. “Yume. I’ll keep them at bay; what I said was just a warning. Now you wanna stay here on the rooftop all day or do you wanna get on a stage and sing?”
“Alright; I’ll trust you,” Yume said, standing up and smiling despite the anxiety aching in her heart. Binary nodded and pulsed some Energy into herself and her friend’s mind, wiping the details of their memories and locking them away in an Hourglass. Her eyes turned azure for a brief moment, along with Yume’s, and then the glow dimmed.
“Let’s get to class now,” Binary said, putting her Hourglass away, and Yume nodded. Leading Aethra with them, the two friends made their way from the rooftop to start their school day…

It was a whirlwind of joy and stress as Yume and Binary went through the school day: teachers, hall monitors(really, An), and trying not to be too blown away by the students there. Finally, as all the students were leaving the school for the homes, marking the end of the school day, Binary caught up with Yume.
“Yume! Did you get your grades back yet? For bio?” Binary asked, approaching the brown-haired girl. Yume looked up, making a wry grimace with a shake of her head.
“No, and I’m not looking forward to it either,” she sighed, crossing her arms. “Mr. Tanaki’s just so unreasonably specific sometimes.”
Binary nodded. “Yeah, I get that…” She paused, and that was enough time for a newcomer to speak.
“Binary, are you ready to go?”
Looking up, Yume saw Rui, the eccentric, madly-intelligent third year student, with Nene and Tsukasa beside him.
Binary nodded again, standing up and patting Yume’s shoulder. “Yeah, I am, but just one thing, Rui: do we take recommendations?”
Rui raised an eyebrow slightly. “Recommendations? As in, for new members of WonderShow?”
Binary nodded for the third time.
“Well…” Rui’s yellow eyes went to Yume, and an amused gleam entered his orbs. “I don’t see why not,” he said slowly. He smiled at Yume. “I take it you want to join WonderlandsxShowtime?” At that, Nene looked at Tsukasa, and he grinned.
Yume’s eyes lit up, and she started to her feet. “Could I? Can I?” she blurted, excitement taking over. Rui chuckled lightly at her reaction, nodding.
“Yes. Binary has a really good eye for spotting talent, so I trust her word when it comes to matters like this. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind, so we can set up a trial period with you. How does that sound?” Rui asked, pulling out a small notepad from his bag and jotting down a couple notes.
“Perfect,” Yume breathed, trying to contain her emotions. Rui nodded and tore off the sheet, handing it to Yume. In a quick scribble that was somehow legible, it read:
Yume, taken in by recommendation of Binary. Trial period: 1, April, 2024 through 30, April, 2024.
Yume grinned at that and looked at Rui. “Thank you,” she said, bowing slightly. Rui nodded, putting his notepad back into his bag.
“My pleasure,” he said. “But now that you’re a ghost of the troupe, how about you come with Binary and I to meet up with our Pierrot at Wonder Stage? She’d be more than delighted to meet a new member.” Yume nodded eagerly, and so, the three of them walked to the local amusement park, Phoenix Wonderland, to Wonder Stage.
As they walked, Tsukasa looked at Rui. “Rui, you made that agreement fast,” he said in an undertone. Rui nodded, glancing at Tsukasa.
“I did. I’ve actually had my eye on her for a while now; Binary was just the last straw that, if you will, broke the camel’s back,” Rui replied. “Yume’s got a knack for dancing and singing, and she seems to get along really well with Binary and the others. I’m more than happy to expand our troupe like we did with Binary.”
“Ah—you’re right.” Tsukasa paused for a moment before laughing. “HAHA!” He turned and clapped his hand onto Yume’s shoulder. “We will make you into one of the greatest stars in the world!!” he declared, and Yume smiled brightly.
Oh, how she’d love that.

It had been the full trial period and Yume was accepted as a full-fledged member of WonderlandsxShowtime. She even had access to the Wonderland SEKAI. In fact, it had been such an amazing time with WonderShow that she had forgotten about the Corruption and Paranormal World— In fact, after the high-level memory wipe, Yume had let go of her old life. She was happy here, performing with her favorite troupe and being the members’ close friend.
But the Nightmares didn’t forget her…
“What’s this?” Yume asked, crouching down to look at a black, borderline fuming, spot on the green grass of the Wonderland SEKAI.
Yume had been running away from the plushies after she had taken some of their candy away, and she had hidden in the shadows of a bouncy castle, underneath a party table. Buuuut, she had noticed something peculiar on the ground. A patch of black on the grass that was fuming and almost…bubbling. Ew.
Yume touched it gingerly with her shoe, and immediately it turned black. She recoiled. That wasn’t good. At all. “What are you…?” Yume murmured, trying to wipe the goo off of her shoe, but to no avail. Maybe it was a SEKAI thing?
But the Wonderland SEKAI was full of color—the only black thing in the entire SEKAI was Binary’s hair!
And then it hit her.
Didn’t Binary tell her about something like…nasty corruption at the way beginning of all this? Back on April 1? They were on the rooftop, and…
Binary looked at Yume seriously. “Fears manifested into mindless, wicked creatures of the night called Nightmares. They live in what I call, The Paranormal World. It’s like this one, but an alternate universe that’s filled with Nightmares and Corruption. They’re trying to Corrupt the SEKAIs… They’re usually black and kinda gooey, or they can be wispy and just… ghostlike. Beware,” she warned, leaning forward slightly.
Yume blinked. That’s right. So this was…
Corruption?
She looked down at the mess again before making a quick plan in her head: go tell the Virtuals about it and see what they can do, and then go to Binary and tell her that she was right—and find out how to fix this mess.
Yume ran off, sprinting faster than she had in ages. “Kaito! Miku!! Rin! Len! Anyone! Meiko! Luka!!” she hollered, running back to the main stage.
But there was no one who responded to her call. Just the plushies who were still trying to bite at her and kick her with their soft arms and legs for stealing their candy. Yume whipped around and looked at the plushies, bending down.
“Wait—stop! Where are the Virtuals? There’s something serious; I need them!” Yume said, and the plushies paused. Of course they’d listen to voice of reason. This time. The cat plush pointed to one of the tents and explained that Meiko had gone to take a nap there. “Thank you,” Yume said, briefly patting the cat’s head before rushing off to the tent.
“Meiko!!” Yume called breathlessly, running inside to the hammock swing. Meiko was sleeping there with a dozing plush on her lap, a slight, dreamy smile playing on her lips.
“Meiko?” Yume shook the Vocaloid’s shoulders. Meiko didn’t stir, and Yume had the slight urge to slap her awake. “Meiko! C’mon, wake up, please! There’s Corruption in the SEKAI!” the girl begged, shaking Meiko—hard.
Still no response. She was as though she were in a coma and not even the plush was responding.
“D—ugh!” Yume, now panic stricken and with fear tying knots in her stomach, ran out of the tent.
She didn’t notice the growing pitch darkness in her shadow.
Yume ran on, but stopped when she heard a whimper to her left. She immediately spun and looked around, spotting a shaking Wonder Miku underneath yet another table. She seemed to be clutching something to her chest.
“Miku? Miku!” Yume ran over to the blue-haired girl and crouched down. “What’s going on? Are you okay? What’s—” She got a good look at the object Miku was holding: the familiar blue hourglass filled with royal-blue rose petals. Yume’s heart dropped even lower.
Miku looked at Yume, terror etched all over her face and body. “Y-Yume, all the others are—” And then, she stopped, her eyes widening even more as she stared at Yume. The brown-haired girl stared for a moment before it clicked: Wonder Miku was no longer looking at her. She was looking past her.
“Y-Yume!!” Miku shrieked, and Yume whipped around, only to feel her chest tighten and stomach churn at the sight. A looming monster made of black smoke and goo stood before her, with what looked like all the other Virtuals comingled to make one entity.
Yume’s tongue caught and her body shook— What hellspawn was this? This— Was she next? What should she do? What could she do? How—
The Nightmare reached for Yume.

Za-Chary wrote:

Crow_Boy08 wrote:

Za-Chary wrote:

Add a fluffy skateboard to what?

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Why?

It would be so awesome. It would be so cool.

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Crow_Boy08 wrote:

Za-Chary wrote:

Add a fluffy skateboard to what?

To the bottom of the forums page

Why?

Doubt many people would or could know, this is very complicated code you have here. There is a good chance that you have to edit the code as well.

Smartguy007 wrote:

NonstickCorgi65 wrote:

LydzWinry wrote:

To a new beginning!

To a new beginning!

NonstickCorgi65 wrote:

LydzWinry wrote:

To a new beginning!

To a new beginning!

Ummm…To a new beginning!

TO A NEW BEGINNING! WOO!

Critique for Summer <3

Hi Summer! Overall, this is a super cool piece. I liked the backstory and the worldbuilding was pretty well-thought out especially in terms of architecture and stuff. Like you said, though, the pacing definitely could use some work, especially in the second half of the story. I also thought that the characters were pretty interesting: mostly Gale ahaha but honestly the MC had a personality too!! Although I would maybe feature Ove a bit more in the later part of the story. I would also maybe characterize Mahi a bit more, but the scene with the sand kinda showed her character pretty well. I mean, well enough for the purposes of Relia's character arc!!

abubriski wrote:

Impossible:
I'M IN A DISCO CLUB! I'M EMPLOYED BY THE GOVERNMENT TO UNCOVER THE ONE WHO IS A ROBOT!

This actually has a video adaptation…

detroit become human?

PH-zero wrote:

Hey

We have a

stop []

But what you gonna do if you just want to shut all scripts down and restart the game?
You can't just use

stop [all]

because (logically) you can't put another block under this block.

So you need to mess around with messages.

this block would be easy to understand and i think it wouldn't be too
hard to implement it.

restart

Semi-support, because this has a workaround using broadcasts, but would make it more simple.

Original Scratch? Depends if changing the code a lot counts, in which ever case, the best you can do is it to be practically impossible but theoretically possible.
(This applies for currently. It may be encoded sometime years in the future, changing the reliability of this answer.)