DragonFactory wrote:

The scroll bar is literally missing on my laptop. It appears and then BAM! It just dissapears before I can even scroll.

-InsanityGames- wrote:

DO NOT REPORT BUGS HERE!
If you want your bug to get seen by the Scratch Team, make a topic about it and then get it added here (info on that below).

the_awsome_penguinja wrote:

56-s wrote:

Unsharing hundreds of blank projects in a day would be hard and if you're unlucky and a ST member looks at your projects you would most likely have a short block. So the long answer is kind of yes and no.

would it be ok if i just put a disclaimer

Terms of Service (Section 3.5) wrote:

You agree not to use Scratch in any way intended to disrupt the service, gain unauthorized access to the service, or interfere with any other user's ability to use the service. Prohibited activities include, but are not limited to:
1. Posting content deliberately designed to crash the Scratch website or editor;
2. Linking to pages containing viruses or malware;
3. Using administrator passwords or pretending to be an administrator;
4. Repeatedly posting the same material, or “spamming”;
5. Using alternate accounts or organizing voting groups to manipulate site statistics, such as purposely trying to get on the “What the Community is Loving/Remixing” rows of the front page.]

ABC124816 wrote:

Guys, I drastically modified my code, keeping the old script on the right. And it works on constant gravity, and switching gravity works… sometimes and only when you go slowly. In fact, it looks more buggy than my previous code. Can someone tell why my code isn't working? The detection is not by hitbox now, but through the following logical deductions:

Moving out of a hit bottom or top platform takes less than the absolute size of the v2 value, if it takes more than that to move out, then it must be a wall. Then, if v1 is positive (meaning the player moved to the right.) then it was a right wall. Else, it was a left wall.

Is my code not implementing this logic correctly, or is there something wrong with the logic itself? Or it is hitting the walls in too many directions? Or something else?

starlightsparker wrote:

Some people here really need to hear this:
Scratch Team doesn’t sit in their office chair all day closing topics. They do MUCH more. That’s just all *you* see. There’s so much going on in the backround, server fixes, bug fixes, moving topics, answering emails, looking at reports…. I suggest you read this

5_g wrote:

Bumping this because it happened again here: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/727489/?page=2

You cant close a topic without even reading what it is, this moderator closed a topic without even bothering to give a slightly coherent reason why, just a generic “uhhhhhrm eu cant say bad wurds on scwatch ” That wasnt even the point of the topic

Absurdly common Scratch L

if <(Picked Up) = [True]> then
forever
go to [Sprite to spawn at. v]
show
point in direction (Direction v)
end
end

popupduckling wrote:

Usernameopupduckling
Position: working on SFX
Why do you want to join us? I want to work on another group project
How active will you be? Almost every day of the week
How skilled are you at the position you chose? Relatively skilled
Proof of work (if possible): I can send you a couple of my beats i've done and i can send you something sefic if you need that give me the prompt
Notes (optional): I could also do game design, not like coding but coming up with lore figuring out how mecchicans and stuff can fit in the game I can send you one of my world documents if you want proof on that front but either one I would be happy to do

I was a worker on Project lemon soap (look it up on scratch) If you want to look at that for my team work skills
Thank you for considering my position

Berry154 wrote:

i think 6 or so would be better. a limit of 3 is too little imo xD

Roblox888i wrote:

WE NEED TO MAKE IT SO IM IN THE LOGO

No support, the current logo is fine

skekanatat wrote:

ok so i KNOW that the data.pak isnt allowing any more viruses but i- wait a minute

littlegoat2015 wrote:

NEW UPDATE

Math Game V1 is having a settings button on screen due to some changes to the UI.

Ramadan deals will be added from 5/4/24 to 1/5/24.

We will add:

• New Malay style
  Malaysia commands
  

What are you waiting for? Play the game now!

ilovestories wrote:

co0lcr34t10ns wrote:

Username*: co0lcr34t10ns
Package (you can only order available packages): Art Package
Explain in detail (DETAIL, please unless we can do what we want): Turn this banner into a 70x70 button. The link has all of the elements separated so it should be good.
Deadline (must be at least 72 hours)*: 72 hours is good
Have you read the ToS-RoS?: Read everything.
Is there a certain worker you want for you/avoid?*: I know @ilovestories made the Ev Shop 2.0 button, but if they can't take it, anyone can.
Other*: N/A

I can take this.

Propose Projects to be Featured studio wrote:

These are the kind of things we're looking for:
- simple projects
- complex projects

Propose projects to be Featured studio wrote:

- projects that show an innovative use of Scratch

Oxford Languages Dictionary wrote:

Innovative
Adjective
(of a product, idea, etc.) featuring new methods; advanced and original.
“innovative designs”
(of a person) introducing new ideas; original and creative in thinking.
“writers who are now viewed as innovative”

Cambridge Dictionary wrote:

Innovative
Adjective
using new methods or ideas

Propose Projects to be Featured studio wrote:

- projects that inspire

5_g wrote:

dzje wrote:

good enough that the topic should probably just close

Uh… you clearly also deserve a award for missing the entire point of the topic.

chippysmall4 wrote:

Gore, No.
Blood, It Depends.
Injury With Blood, No.
Educational, For Example, A Project Showing What Blood Is, Or A Project Showing A Blood Transplant In An Educational Manner, Yes, As Long As It's Not Too Much Or Too Realistic.

UniCodin12385 wrote:

Making sound effects! you can use it for a game, or something else as long as I am credited. Here is how to send a request:
1.) Quote this message
2.) Say you'd like to make a request for a sound effect
3.) Tell me what kind of sound effect you want
4.) Tell me what kind of game you're making

Doing these will help me think of a sound effect that fits your game. If I respond to your request I will send you a project with the sound effect, here's how to copy it into your project:
1.) Click the project linked in my response
2.) Click “See Inside”
3.) Click the sprite “Sound”
4.) Click the tab “Sounds”
5.) Click on the tab “Backpack”
6.) Drag your requested sound into the “Backpack” tab
7.) Go to your project, do step 5
8.) Click the sprite you want the sound effect on
9.) Do step 4
10.) Drag your requested sound into the sidebar for sounds
11.) Enjoy

UniCodin12385 wrote:

Making sound effects! you can use it for a game, or something else as long as I am credited. Here is how to send a request:
1.) Quote this message
2.) Say you'd like to make a request for a sound effect
3.) Tell me what kind of sound effect you want
4.) Tell me what kind of game you're making

Doing these will help me think of a sound effect that fits your game. If I respond to your request I will send you a project with the sound effect, here's how to copy it into your project:
1.) Click the project linked in my response
2.) Click “See Inside”
3.) Click the sprite “Sound”
4.) Click the tab “Sounds”
5.) Click on the tab “Backpack”
6.) Drag your requested sound into the “Backpack” tab
7.) Go to your project, do step 5
8.) Click the sprite you want the sound effect on
9.) Do step 4
10.) Drag your requested sound into the sidebar for sounds
11.) Enjoy

dzje wrote:

good enough that the topic should probably just close

MrMcCoder wrote:

lgrov44 wrote:

It is close to being added, but still not guaranteed to happen eventually. It has been added to many Scratch-like sites ((removed by moderator - please don't name browser extensions), Turbowarp, Scratch Lab, etc.), however almost no-one can say for certain whether it is truly coming to Scratch, let alone when.

It should, it would be extremely helpful for game design.

Za-Chary wrote:

Recent responses suggest that the OP's suggestion would not be effective since Scratchers are often not willing to accept/consider the reasons given to them.

Outlining: 298 words

- The story is set in a world inspired by Greek mythology, but not directly related to (enough that you can spot the influence but it’s not too obvious)
- The story centers around a mysterious character called the Weaver, who uses on invisible strings to alter fate (introduce a symbol)
- LOTS of strings woven together (a giant, big tapestry), so most people don’t get touched until they die, but some do, for better or for worse
- The Weaver plays with three different strings, each incorporating a different stew element
- The Weaver begins with a little conversation with themselves, and they say that “everyone will have their own time, even those who feel most immune, even those who watch from the shadows…” (foreshadowing)
- First string: the Weaver drags their long nail across it to reveal a homeless orphan struggling to make ends meet (not a big tug, just something small)
- on the day when the string is pulled, the boy finds a $100 bill on the sidewalk with a letter addressed to another boy, his age, same name (new character introduction/ epistolary)
- Next string, a little boy talks to his grandpa on the phone, and he talks about how he misses his grandma who just passed away, and then the grandpa asks if he got the letter that his grandma sent him for closure and he said no, and they’re all really sad when they realize the letter is lost
- Final string, they pull out carefully, then they turn to you expectantly, you think you’re going to die
- then, next to you, you hear a scream, a scream of a voice that sounds familiar, and you break down (plot twist)
- Concludes with the Weaver speaking directly to the reader, telling them that their time will come (breaking the fourth wall)

Exposition: 208 words

The tapestry sits in a dark, gilded cave, surrounded by veins of golden marble. It’s giant, taking up an entire cavern wall, billions upon billions of unique strings woven together into a beautiful mural. It’s incredible to look at, and even more incredible to experience: simply being in its vicinity fills you with a sense of awe, the threads pulsing with life and power.
In front of the tapestry lies a hunched, skeletal figure shrouded in a cloak of shadows. Its spindly white fingers reach out carefully, stroking the strings gently. Its muttering, ancient voice echoes through the cavern, unintelligible, archaic words from a secret tongue pouring out in waves of husky power.
Its name is the Weaver. It’s ancient, as old as time. The Weaver is responsible for the strings of the universe, playing and tugging and pulling on the threads that make up our world. Each string represents a human life, and each life the Weaver touches is changed in some way. Most people are never touched until the Weaver pulls their string and kills them, but some lives are altered before their eventual death. Some call the Weaver fate, some call it destiny… some call it a myth. But it’s real. Realer than life itself.

Rest of the Story: 1089 words

“Everyone will have their own time…” the Weaver mutters slowly, “even those who feel the most immune, even those who hide in the shadows…” it says, rocking back and forth in front of the tapestry. Then slowly, very slowly, it reaches for the wall and drags a long, yellow nail across a threadbare, brown string.

A young boy about fourteen years old sits underneath a bridge, pulling a blanket to his chin and shivering against the cold Chicago winter. He grabs a stale piece of bread from a Ziploc bag and brings it to his mouth, cursing when his fingers are exposed to the biting air. Soon, the bread is gone, but his hunger still remains. He knows it’s pointless to cry, that crying doesn’t help anything, but still, the tears come, freezing on his cheeks. He knows that there’s no one on this Earth that cares about him, that even if he died in the snow tonight nobody would know his name. More than anything, he wishes for someone, anyone, to give him a sign, give him the strength to keep carving out a life for himself in the icy, broken world he calls home. But, as always, nothing happens. Downcast, dejected, scared, but not surprised, he curls up in the shadows and tries to sleep. But before he drifts off, he notices a piece of paper drifting on the chilly wind, swooping and sliding until it comes to a rest in front of the boy. He picks it up with shaking hands, realizing it’s a letter, a letter with his own name scrawled across. He opens it timidly, reading the elegant, curly script.

Dear Ryan,
I love you. I want you to always remember that, okay? I love you more than all the flowers in the world. Even when I’m gone, I want you to know that my love will surround you like a blanket on your coldest days, the days you feel most alone. I will always be here, living through your thoughts and memories. I will always be here. Always. Don’t forget, okay? Whenever you feel sad or angry or lonely, think of me watching over you from above. Think of me, and be happy. Don’t feel sad when you remember the way I laughed or the way I always gave you a hug when I saw you. Remember it, and be happy that we got to spend so much time together. Don’t let this ruin you, let it make you strong. And, above all, remember that you are never truly alone.
Grandma

The boy realizes the tears on his cheek are no longer filled of sadness. Choked with emotion, he curls down to sleep, the letter clutched to his chest, a warm sense of comfort filling his weak frame. For the first time in years, he falls asleep calmly, happily, with the ghost of a smile tugging on his lips.

Back to the cave, the Weaver continues to rock, rock, rock, fingers gesturing to nothing and lips forming words that don’t exist. It extends a hand again, chuckling a bit, the sound filled with nightmares and pain. This time, it grabs a pure white string, yanking on it harshly.

A little girl about twelve years old sits at a kitchen table, playing with her hair and wiping her shining eyes as her father passes her a phone. She holds it in front of her and can see her grandfather on the other side.
“Hi, Papa!” she squeals, angling the phone in front of her so they can see each other on the video chat. “I missed talking to you!”
“I missed you too, honey,” he replies, his husky voice soft as he fumbles around on the other side of the screen. “How’s it going?”
She sighs. “It’s okay, I guess, but I really miss Grandma.”
He nods in sympathy, looking away from the camera so his granddaughter won’t see the tears in his eyes. “Me too,” he says, “me too. At least you got to communicate with her one last time before she passed, honey. Most people don’t even get the closure of a proper goodbye.”
The girl’s brow creases in confusion. “What are you talking about, Papa? I haven’t talked to her since Thanksgiving.”
He stares at her through the screen, a sinking feeling filling his stomach. “She sent you a letter saying goodbye,” he says slowly, carefully. “Don’t you remember?”
She shakes her head, tears filling her eyes. “I never got a letter…”
Behind the little girl, her father frowns. “Dad, we never got anything from Mom before she died.”
The grandfather looks crestfallen. “It must have gotten lost in the mail. That’s terrible, Ryan, I’m so sorry. Nana was so excited for you to get that letter. She didn’t even show me what she wrote, she wanted it to be just between you and her. I’m so sorry,” he repeats, and he watches with misery as tears begin to stream down Ryan’s cheeks.
“It’s okay, Papa,” she chokes out. “I’m just happy that we got to spend so much time together.”
“That’s beautiful, Ryan,” her grandfather responds. “You’re such a strong girl.”

The Weaver chuckles, seeming to relish in the twisting of strings, the little alterations that can change a life.

Suddenly, as quick as a knife, the Weaver turns to you.
You flinch, terrified, as its glowing white eyes stare into your very soul.
Slowly, deliberately, it turns to the tapestry, selecting a blue string and staring at you as it draws the thread out of the tapestry carefully, discarding it onto the floor.

You scream, convinced that it’s yours, that you’re going to die, that this cave will be the last thing you ever see, but then you realize the guttural, heart-wrenching cry jolting through your ears isn’t yours. You turn, tears streaming down your cheeks, as the tortured voice slowly morphs into a voice you recognize.

No. No. Not her. Not her. Not her, please, no, not her, anyone else, please…

You realize you’re screaming the words, but it’s no difference, she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone, and soon your voice becomes hoarse from the noise, but it’s no use, and you break down into hopeless, heavy blackness, until the pain recedes and you’re finally…

Gone.

—
Dear, dear reader, don’t think you’re immune, don’t think that this screen will hide you from me. Know, reader, that your time will come. Know, reader, that you’re not safe. I will pull your thread eventually… I am the Weaver, after all.

Critique for my piece

Editing: 36 extra words

You scream, convinced that it’s yours, that you’re going to die, that this cave will be the last thing you ever see, but then you realize the guttural, heart-wrenching cry jolting through your ears isn’t yours. Your eyes widen, tears streaming down your cheeks, as the tortured voice slowly morphs into one you recognize.
No. No. Not her. Not her. Not her, please, no, not her, anyone else, please…
You realize you’re screaming the words, but it’s no difference, she’s gone she’s gone she’s gone, and soon your voice becomes hoarse from the noise, and the truth rises in your mind.
It wasn’t your string. It was hers.
—
Dear, dear reader, don’t think you’re immune. Don’t think that this feeble glass screen will hide you from my power. Know, reader, that your time will come, that you will never be truly safe when your string is right in front of me, gleaming in this cave’s golden light. I’ll pull your thread eventually… I am the Weaver, after all.

• New character introduction
  

• New POV
  

• Foreshadowing
  

• Introduce a symbol (I took that literally)
  

• Cliffhanger
  

scaryghost14 wrote:

i need some help to make a follower count and i cant find out how to this is what i am doing

import os

os.system(“pip install -U scratchattach”)

session = scratch3.login(“scaryghost14, ”**********“)
conn = session.connect_cloud(”988062367“)

conn.set_var(”variable", 10)

import os
import time
os.system("pip install -U scratchattach")
session = scratch3.login("scaryghost14, "**********")
conn = session.connect_cloud("988062367")
while True:
    user = session.connect_user("griffpatch") #gets griffpatches stats
     conn.set_var("variable", user.follower_count()) #gets the follower count 
    time.sleep(10) #waits 10 seconds

HexagonWorld wrote:

Act 1:

We open with a dream. A child being abandoned by their parents. Launched into the cold, unfeeling abyss of space. Clark Kent narrates over the dream. He's been having it for the past few days and he wonders. How could anyone do that? Abandon their child like that? Launch them in a rocket to die. Do they not care? He doesn't know why he's having this dream. He doesn't know who this child is. But one thing's for sure. He'll find this child. Whoever it is…

Cut to TITLE CARD: Superman and the City of Tomorrow

POW! Superman gets punched by a purple fist, the fist of Parasite. He picks up the figure and throws him to the ground when suddenly, Bizarro pounces on him. Superman shakes him off as Livewire shoots a bolt of electricity at Parasite, giving him enough energy to get back up. The battle continues. Toyman, Atomic Skull, Silver Banshee, Microwave Man, all arrive just to give Superman a battle he'll never forget. Superman pushes through them, fighting no matter what, as he reaches exactly what he wanted the whole time. Or rather… who he wanted. A child. A small, scared child. He picks up the child, tells them it'll be okay, uses his superspeed to get her out of the way, then comes back. He turns around to see all these villains ready to pick up the fight. He smiles.

Daily Planet. The office is bustling with work. “KENT! KENT! Where is that man…” grumbles Perry White. “LANE! Do you know where Kent is?” Lois Lane. Pulitzer Prize winning investigative reporter, former army brat, terrible typist replies “No. Probably got captured by a supervillain again.” She gets a call from Jimmy Olsen, photographer. “Hello? Again? Alright. Oh, is Clark with you? They always put you in separate places, don't they. I'm on my way.” Perry sees Lois leave her desk. “Lane? Where are you going?” “Getting Jimmy. Bunch of villains are attacking Waid Hall, he got captured again.” Lois gets up, and rushes down the stairs. “Lane! LANE! WHEN YOU HEAR THERE'S DANGER, YOUR FIRST INSTINCT SHOULD NOT BE TO RUN TOWARDS THE DANGER! LAAAAAANNNNNEEEE!”

Xzillox wrote:

Unless I'm understanding your idea wrong, the whitelist has to be predetermined phrases, not words.

PMU_Official wrote:

Just Finished Marvel Knights #4! It will release in 43 minutes!
It's a pretty short issue, it's only 11 pages, it just took longer than usual because I've been so busy.

cosmosaura wrote:

If you come across a word, phrase, or topic that is not considered appropriate on Scratch, an alternative spelling, format, or language would not be considered appropriate either. Further attempts to avoid the Scratch filters in this way could result in your account(s) being blocked.

mybearworld wrote:

(#5)
TurboWarp already compiles the code, so adding the packaging functionality is much less difficult.

cosmosaura wrote:

I'll move this over to the Questions about Scratch section for you - that's a better fit for this kind of topic

SonicfanFNF1256 wrote:

Guys, just spam reports, the bots will think it's a huge problem and will then eliminante their accounts and everything

Was. I keep forgetting, although I pick my way through the destruction.

A child, when I first came here. A child who only wanted a home.

Often, days went by until the little girl finally managed to persuade her mother to open the door and free us.
…
I didn’t believe Marie’s promise. But the woman did everything in her power to care for us as did the rest of her family. Like the chocolate - a rare treat that Marie’s husband, Henri would often pull out of his pocket, twinkling at us.

They had a daughter too. A miracle, a chess-playing miracle, after three tiny white crosses in the graveyard.
I cannot cleave the longing that is engraved on my very bones at the thought of her.
And she knew it.
She always did.

But most wounds stitch themselves back up.
I'm not sure where the threads that were meant to hold me together went.

When my brother had fled town, rolling in debt and embroiled in scandal, I paid off every last penny. Like the man I was meant to be, the man he would never come close to being.

How could I be so uncaring, so selfish?

Although, I have always loved Elodie. Longer than even him, perhaps.

And maybe, reader, I have lied to you. Maybe I have blurred the lines between truth and reality, so much so you begin to question who speaks to you.

And sometimes, family can mean terrible things.

JTanner2026 wrote:

Elijah999999 wrote:

YOU'RE KIDDING
I knew Kirby was dark but not that dark…

ajskateboarder wrote:

Umm what I never knew about this - the only lore I know of is that Kirby is an infinite vaccum, which was probably easy to infer to begin with

here's a (very large) image of a bunch of kirby lore
https://u.cubeupload.com/JTanner2026/kirbylore.jpg
(may crash really low-end devices like chromebooks)