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Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: Dani's SWC March 2024 Writings
2024-03-19T00:34:28+00:00daisykitty7870132<span class="bb-bold">Weekly 2 - Part 4</span><br/><br/><span class="bb-italic">Dear Fellow Traveler</span><br/><span class="bb-italic">892 words</span><br/><br/><br/>Plants crunch under my feet as I make my way through the thick undergrowth. I navigate around fallen trees, stepping over particularly dangerous looking plants as I press forward. Strange rumors have been circulating around my informant’s channels. It’s time I investigate these occurrences for myself. <br/><br/>My sword feels heavy against my waist as I climb up a small hill, coming to a peaceful glade. I close my eyes, giving myself a moment to catch my breath, then I look up. It takes my tired mind a moment to process the scene. <br/><br/>The clearing looks normal – healthy grass carpeting the ground, tall, sturdy trees ringing the edge of the space, flowers blooming in small clusters, the color adding a subtle sense of beauty to the landscape.<br/><br/>There’s only one thing that doesn’t fit. <br/><br/>The body.<br/><br/>A person is sprawled in the center of the glade, seemingly unconscious. Their hair is split in two colors – the strands left of their part a dark black, and the right strands a pale cream. They also sport an unusual-looking garb – a sleek, sleeveless black top, the collar high enough to almost completely cover the stranger’s neck. An unfamiliar symbol is inked on their right shoulder, though the sharp edges seem far too precise to have been created with any tattooing method that I’ve heard of. <br/><br/>I crouch next to the person, examining them for a moment before reaching out and firmly pressing two fingers to their neck. A steady rhythm pulses underneath my touch. A sigh of relief unconsciously slips from my mouth. At least this stranger is still alive. <br/><br/>I roll them over, making sure to lay them in what I hope is a comfortable position. They have two prominent beauty marks – one under their right eye, and one just below the left side of their mouth. Their lips are painted a deep black, and are parted slightly as they sleep, giving them an easier way to breathe.<br/><br/>“Hello?” I ask, gently tapping the person’s shoulder. They remain silent, so I try again, more forcefully this time. After another attempt, their eyes flutter open, and they exhale shakily. I help them sit up as they rub their head, muttering something to themself. <br/><br/>“Argh…” The stranger mumbles, clutching their forehead, “Man… where am I?” They gaze around the clearing, and I realize that their eyes are two different shades. One is seemingly green, and the other looks like a mixture of violet and pink. Their eyes fall to me, and I nod a greeting.<br/><br/>“Good afternoon,” I say, not putting too much emotion into my voice, “I… found you passed out in this clearing…. Ah… are you alright?”<br/><br/>The stranger looks around again, “Not sure,” They mutter, “…How the heck did I get here?”<br/><br/>I shrug, leaning back and adjusting my hair. “I don’t know,” I say, resting a hand on my knee and propping myself up with my other arm. “What’s the last thing that you remember?” <br/><br/>The person stares into the distance, thinking for a moment, then they turn back to me, “I was… in the bunker. We were compiling data to replace lost info… The AI…” <br/><br/>I tilt my head to the side, trying to process the unfamiliar words. “A… Eye?” I ask, fixing the stranger with a confused gaze. <br/><br/>“Y’know, AI?” The stranger gestures with their arms, “Artificial Intelligence?” When I still don’t seem to understand, they give a defeated sigh, shaking their head. “Seriously? You’ve never heard of AI? What kind of…?”<br/><br/><br/>They look around again, then it’s their turn to look confused. “Wait– this place looks nothing like my home.” The stranger pushes themself off of the ground, and I follow suit, placing one hand on my hip and using the other to grasp the hilt of my sword. <br/><br/>I look the person up and down again as they wander, closely examining the surrounding wildlife. They truly are strange… acting as though they’ve never seen such wild foliage before. They startle a rabbit lazily resting in the sun, and when the creature flinches, freezing for a moment before rushing into the woods, the strange yelps excitedly, jumping up and down a few times.<br/><br/>My mind suddenly flashes to an old legend I heard as a child. A tale of inhabitants of other realms that had somehow crossed the barrier between worlds, and were taken to our lands. Perhaps…<br/><br/>“Friend!” I call, grabbing the attention of the stranger. They turn to me, quirking an eyebrow at me as they make their way to my side. <br/><br/>“Yeah?” They ask, crossing their arms and tilting their head.<br/><br/>“I’d like to make a proposition–” I shift my stance, smiling, “You’re from a distant land, that much is clear. I’d like to help you find your way home.” <br/><br/>The other person returns my smile, “Thanks,” They say, clapping their hands, “I’d appreciate that,” <br/><br/>I nod, almost turning to guide the stranger back to the village that I’m staying in before I realize that we had never introduced ourselves.<br/><br/>“I almost forgot,” I say, spinning on my heel to look at the stranger, “My name is Dani. She/They,” I hold out a hand for them to shake, “You?”<br/><br/>“Zion,” They smile, taking my hand, “They/Them,” <br/><br/>We shake hands, and I smile as I wave Zion forward. “Now then,” I say, “Let us be off.”<br/><br/><br/><span class="bb-italic">Characters are Me (Dani), and @Zionykon (Zion)</span>
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: - ✎ riley's swc writing thread ✎ -
2024-03-19T00:05:03+00:00--asdfghjkl7870068I squinted at the bright sun; a cool breeze tousled my hair. Red and gold leaves scattered the paved ground around me as my mother warmly squeezed my hand as she guided me and my ten-year-old brother, Ben, through the twisting maze of roads. We passed through people of all kinds; mothers pushing strollers holding drooling babies with huge eyes, or the young school children holding clouds of cotton candy, playing tricks on their exasperated parents. The smell of animals was strong as we watched zebras, giraffes, and all types of animals play and eat inside fenced areas. By now we had been at the zoo for an hour, and Ben and I were beginning to grow tired. I wanted to see just one more exhibit, because it had one of my favorite animals: tigers. We were coming upon it now, but suddenly Ben shocked me with an action that he had never done before.
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: Pizza Massacre/Pizza Horror
2024-03-18T23:46:52+00:00cryptto7870041uhhh, what else should i do for B.B.G?
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: Pizza Massacre/Pizza Horror
2024-03-18T23:21:38+00:00cryptto7870012for some reason i cannot ubisoft<br/>
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: Pizza Massacre/Pizza Horror
2024-03-18T23:17:25+00:00cryptto7870008FYI, i checked and i believe that the email i guessed is their email
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Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: Lol
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Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: @dolphin786's writing thread
2024-03-18T22:09:14+00:00dolphin7867869898<span class="bb-big"><span class="bb-bold">Weekly for SWC! ʚїɞ 2247 words</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bb-underline">Part 1 (<span class="bb-italic">717 words</span>):</span><br/><span class="bb-small">- Amaranth = immortality<br/>- Bay = glory<br/>- Euphorbia = vanity<br/>- Geranium = envy<br/>- Hellebore = madness<br/>- Ice plant = heartless<br/>- Kingcups = desire of riches<br/>- Nightshade = sorcery, dark thoughts<br/>- Oleander = beware<br/>- Jasmine = chivalry<br/>- Snowdrop = hope</span><br/>“She's hiding something. Something dreadful.” I say, thinking of the worst. “What do you think?” I take a sideways glance at my best friend.<br/>Jasmine sighs. “I don't know. It's not right to…”<br/>“Find out?” I say skeptically. “The Nightshade is meddling with dark magic, Jasmine, and everyone should know.”<br/>“What is her real name, anyway? Why does everyone call her ‘The Nightshade’?”<br/>“'Cause she's the creepiest woman in town.” I start to say, but Jas cuts me off.<br/>“And besides, you want to take on a full grown witch, when you're thirteen-”<br/>“So are you-”<br/>“And how will you prove it anyway?”<br/>We were silent for a minute. Then I clap my hands. “Perfect idea!”<br/>She looks startled. “Blossom, what-”<br/>“Let's sneak into her mansion! Tonight would be good- we can just peer through some windows and find- find something to prove-”<br/>Jasmine looks at me like I'm crazy. “Blossom, no-”<br/>“Think, Jas!” I say. “Iff we find a shred of evidence, The Nightshade will be gone for good! Don't forget,” I lower my voice. “She is the reason my parents are dead.”<br/>Jas squirms, uncomfortable. “What if she catches you?”<br/>"Not you. <span class="bb-italic">Us</span>.“<br/>Jasmine sighs. ”Okay, lets just say you- I mean <span class="bb-italic">we</span>- get into to huge mansion, the gardens surrounding it, and find- er- evidence. Then what?“<br/>”We go to the Trackers. They'll figure out what to do with her.“ I say, figuring it out, pumping my fist into the air. ”Come the park at midnight, okay? Wear dark clothes.“<br/>”I don't know about this.“ Jasmine looks scared, worried even.<br/>I look down at a snowdrop sticking out of the ground, only a light frost covering it as winter was passing. I pick it up and give it to Jas.<br/>”We'll be together,“ I assure her. ” With all the huge flowerbeds The Nightshade has, we'll have a lot of places to hide. We just go in, snap some photos of the evidence, and get out. We'll be fine.“<br/>And I head home, hoping beyond hope that it is true.<br/>~<br/>That night, I meet Jasmine at the park. The street looks so empty.<br/>”Ready?" I murmur, shivering from the cold.<br/>She nods silently, and we bike off.<br/>The Nightshade's mansion is surrounded thickly by huge, towering flowerbeds, making it hard to see the actual building itself. You could just make out the tallest spiky tower against the dark sky.<br/>I push at a gate. Surprisingly, it's unlocked. I expected a loud creak, like in the movies, but it slid open silently, which made it even more creepier.<br/>We crept forward, Jasmine shaking, though ever faithful, doing, she and I both know, what is right. Or right enough, anyway.<br/>We both nudge behind a huge euphorbia bush when a quiet, sharp <span class="bb-italic">crack</span> echos toward us, but all seems calm.<br/>“C'mon.” I say, almost eagerly, as we head toward the mansion. Finally, I'm going to find out…<br/>Jasmine hides behind a hellebore, me a geranium, looking for the right way. It's impossible to tell.<br/>A loud kind of popping noice rings out, and I jump so bad I crush some ice plant under my foot. “What was that?” Jas whispers.<br/>I look around, my heart beating. “Let's keep going, and keep your eyes peeled.”<br/>Just as we pass some kingcups, weird little orange flowers, I see a large raven sitting on the third tallest tower. He gives me a beady stare, then swoops away.<br/>“I don't like this.” Jasmine moans.<br/>A shriek suddenly pierced the night, but loud as it was, suddenly stopped. Too suddenly. My blood turns cold. I grasp onto some bay plant for support.<br/>“Blossom! Over here!” came Jasmine's voice. I get up, shaking; what happened? Why did I decide to do this? And I dragged poor Jasmine along with me…<br/>I follow her voice past some oleander. And there it is.<br/>The mansion. The front door, black as iron, with small spikes, is larger than life. I gulp.<br/>Suddenly, The door flies open. Dark, with long reddish-purple hair reaching to the floor, tiny horns, a long black robe, and, more curiously, a face, one that looked as though it was once beautiful. There was nothing beautiful around that stare, or the long spiky hair either.<br/>The Nightshade.<br/><br/><span class="bb-underline">Part 2 (<span class="bb-italic">655 words</span>):</span><br/><span class="bb-small">Note: This is all made up.</span><br/>There was once an old king who ruled an old kingdom. He was not a normal king. He had a gift, you could say, for finding old things. Valuable things. Things he maybe weren't supposed to have.<br/>Jewels and crowns, cups and even chandeliers, the king collected it all. Some of it came from the villagers in the kingdoms, old family heirlooms and stuff, bullied into giving them up by the king.<br/>And Melissa Skywane was no different. A middle-aged woman, she moved into the kingdom with only a leather suitcase and something wrapped in brown paper.<br/>She became part of the community, knew the people, rented a tiny cottage to live in. She married and had two twin daughters whose names where Macy and Ama.<br/>But of the object in brown paper she told no one. That is, at least, until time was right and she could pass it on.<br/>Macy was dark-haired and very talented in several subjects like math and law. She wanted to leave the kingdom when she was older and go to the city, and was very displeased when her mother told her she couldn't afford it.<br/>Ama was smaller, and had inherited Melissa's red hair. She was more kind than her hot-tempered sister, more steady. She loved animals, was quiet, careful, kind, and loved to read.<br/>As time drew nearer, Melissa thought and thought about who to give it to. The answer was obvious- Macy was furious with her at the moment- in fact had pretty much been with her her whole life. Where as Ama, she knew, would take good care of it, and pass it on as needed. But if Macy found out…<br/>One day, Melissa took Ama to an empty room. She took the brown paper off of the object.<br/>It was a teapot, glistening white, studded with gems. “Keep it safe, Ama,” Melissa said. “I know you can.”<br/>It was not the value of the teapot that Melissa treasured- it was it's history and what it meant to the family, not to mention, though they didn't know it, the whole world. If it was destroyed…<br/>Melissa explained all this to her loving and caring daughter, and added at the end “And don't let your sister know I gave it you.”<br/>Little did she know, Macy was listening at the door and boiling with rage. How dare she give such a valuable thing to her talentless and worthless sister? How dare she?<br/>So Macy made a plan. In the dead of night, she stole the teapot from her sister, and went to the king.<br/>The king was delighted. He said he would give a very good price to Macy for it, enough so that she could go to the city.<br/>She warned him though, the magic it carried, and to be careful. He wasn't.<br/>When Ama found out about this (all the villagers were talking about how the king acquired a rare teapot) she sent a man who had always loved her to fetch it for her.<br/>This man was no ordinary person- he was a centaur in the name of Sagittarius. He grabbed a bow and arrow and went to save the world. The teapot kept the world together. Sagittarius knew this, but the king didn't.<br/>When he sensed an intruder int he palace, he sent his knights after him. They surrounded Sagittarius, but he lunged at the king and missed, but knocked the teapot<br/>down<br/>down<br/>down<br/>to the ground. Sagittarius, in his desperation, used his magic and sent the teapot toward the sky, but he went to far. He took himself with him, lifting the teapot to space.<br/>And there it stayed, him and the pot, forever in the sky. The teapot watches over and keeps the world together.<br/>PS. Ama was depressed about Sagittarius but happy that now the world would forever be together. Macy came back to the family and apologized.<br/><br/><span class="bb-underline">Part 3:</span><br/>The aesthetic set is on my alt <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/dolphin_cove/">dolphin_cove</a>! It is the Nightshade one. Find it on my profile there <3<br/><br/><span class="bb-underline">Part 4 (<span class="bb-italic">xxx words</span>):</span><br/>Violet returned to the Main Cabin after Cabin Wars. “Phew. Our last war is complete!”<br/>Faith sat down next to her. “Yeah. It was fun.” She took out a mango. “Want some?”<br/>The two friend sat there contentedly eating mangoes until Gurtle waddled up. He looked at the mango with big eyes and gave Violet a puppy-eye stare and a small, adorable squeak.<br/>“Fine,” Violet teased and handed her mango to Gurtle, who promptly swallowed it.<br/>Alya and Cecilia, fellow bug-humans from Thriller, came over. “Mangos!” Ayla squeals, munching down on one.<br/>“Even better,” Violet strikes a match and sets a mango ablaze. “Arson mangos! Let's commit mangoarson on Poetry and Sci-fi.” She says with an evil grin.<br/>Cecilia laughs. “Yes, we need to work our way into first somehow.”<br/>Faith lays back. “Ah, March air.”<br/>“March is one of my favorite seasons.” Violet agreed. “The other ones are July and November.”<br/>Everyone laughed.<br/>“So have any of you finished the weekly yet?” Violet asks. Faith shook her head. “I need inspiration.”<br/>“Here's my weekly.” Violet handed her a link.<br/>Just then, Rockie, CJ, and Aurora came up. Rockie and CJ were the leaders of the Academy, and Aurora was another fellow bug-human (bug-cat?). “Hi guys, what-” Rockie starts, then “GURTLE, NO!”<br/>Gurtle had lunged hungrily for the link in Faith's hand. Before Rockie could catch him, he had swallowed the link whole.<br/>“Gurtle!” Faith complains while everyone laughs. Gurtle gives her a little squeak and a shrug.<br/>“Moral: Never have a link- or mangos- with you when Gurtle is around.” Aurora joked.<br/>Just then, one of the hosts came and pinned a paper to the bulletin board. “New daily!”<br/>Violet ran over to check. All the paper said was ‘Meet at the big house in an hour.’ She went back to the others, puzzled, and told them the daily.<br/>“Sounds interesting.” said Faith. “Shall we go?”<br/>In precisely one hour Faith and Violet entered the big house.<br/>“Hello and welcome everyone!” Starr announced.<br/>“Today we have the pleasure of announcing the…” Moonlit paused. “SWC Treasure Hunt!”<br/>Everyone started talking immediately.<br/>“You will divide into partners and-”<br/><span class="bb-italic">Squeak!</span><br/>Everyone looked around for the sound.<br/><span class="bb-italic">Squeak!</span><br/>“What was that?” Toko whispered.<br/>“Maybe a huge squeaking mango.” Skyler said with a grin.<br/><span class="bb-italic">Squeak!</span><br/>Mint muttered “Take out your pans, people.”<br/>A few people took out frying pans.<br/>Bella giggled. “Will frying pans be a good weapon against giant mangos?”<br/>“We could just eat it.” Violet suggested.<br/><span class="bb-italic">Squeak!</span><br/>“Hey, it's coming from over there!” Snowy dashes over to a big arm chair. Everyone crowds around.<br/>“A talking armchair…” Aurora starts, before she saw. “Oh!”<br/>“Gurtle!” Everyone cried exasperatedly.<br/>“All right, everyone, back to the daily. So the rules-” Starr started.<br/><span class="bb-italic">Squeak!</span><br/>“Gurtle, please-”<br/><span class="bb-italic">Squeak!</span><br/>“Gurtle, what-”<br/>"<span class="bb-italic">I want to play too!</span>“<br/>Everyone fell silent. The fact that Gurtle could talk…<br/>”Okay.“ Moonlit said finally. ”You can play too. So… yes… well… the rules. Every team will get a list of stuff to find. Be creative! You never know what that stuff will be. You might have to write it. So, yes, find your partners…“<br/>Violet and Faith locked eyes. ”Partners?“ They asked together. They shook on it.<br/>”Who will take Gurtle?“ Alia asked.<br/>Violet raised her hand. ”We will!“<br/>”Perfect! Here are your lists everybody…“<br/>Faith received a list. ”The first thing… ‘A mango in a frying pan.’ That's easy, I have one on my pfp!" She showed it to them.<br/><span class="bb-italic">Squeak!</span><br/>“Gurtle, no-”<br/>With a gulp, the mango was gone. Violet sighed.<br/>"<span class="bb-italic">Oops, sorry.</span>“<br/>”We'll come back to that later.“ Violet decided. ”Gurtle will eat the next one as well. What is the next thing?“<br/>”'100 words of SWC fanfiction.'“ Faith read.<br/>”Awesome. Let's go!“<br/>It didn't take them very long to finish a hundred words together. After adding them to the Thriller Training Complex, they sent the link to the Main Cabin (making sure Gurtle wouldn't eat it.)<br/>”<span class="bb-italic">Squeak! I'm hungry!</span>“ Gurtle said.<br/>Faith and Violet sighed. Violet dug in her bag and pulled out some dried mango and an old link for a word war she won two sessions ago. Gurtle gulped them up. Fast.<br/>”What's the next thing we need to find- er, write?“<br/>”'75 words of a rhyming poem about water.' Oh, well.“ Faith sighed.<br/>Violet took out a pencil. ”<span class="bb-italic">Flowing and gushing, the water goes…</span> um, then what?“<br/>”<span class="bb-italic">…To start eat mangoes.</span>" Gurtle finished. Faith sighed and handed him a mango, which disappeared within seconds.<br/><span class="bb-small">Sorry, I have to do an abrupt stop here. I'll continue it some other time :)</span><br/><br/><blockquote>Author's Note:<br/>Yay it's done <3<br/>Special mentions to:<br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/rocksalmon800/">rocksalmon800</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/ReadWriteSing/">ReadWriteSing</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/cb2jkl/">cb2jkl</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/justoneyesterday/">justoneyesterday</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/FairyAyla/">FairyAyla</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/minergold48/">minergold48</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/SnowdropSugar/">SnowdropSugar</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/-BookDragon-/">-BookDragon-</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/-Wraiith/">-Wraiith</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/TokoWrites/">TokoWrites</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/MoonlitSeas/">MoonlitSeas</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/Stariqe/">Stariqe</a><br/>- <a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/users/Cat_Lover4132/">Cat_Lover4132</a><br/>Hope you enjoy!</blockquote>
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: beepbox.co
2024-03-18T21:44:53+00:00chase_is_cool997869850<blockquote><p class="bb-quote-author">Susman_9000 wrote:</p>how do i turn my beepbox song into a MP3 file. i need to do this so i can add the song to my game. <img src="//cdn.scratch.mit.edu/scratchr2/static/__74e70580e9dbe93ce1c3f8422dde592d__/djangobb_forum/img/smilies/cool.png" /></blockquote>go to file, then export, then in the popup where it says WAV. switch it to MP3
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: beepbox.co
2024-03-18T21:40:24+00:00Susman_90007869843how do i turn my beepbox song into a MP3 file. i need to do this so i can add the song to my game. <img src="//cdn.scratch.mit.edu/scratchr2/static/__74e70580e9dbe93ce1c3f8422dde592d__/djangobb_forum/img/smilies/cool.png" />
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: How Many Pi Digits Have You Memorized?
2024-03-18T21:36:19+00:00MachineMind78698383.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706798214808651328230664709384460955058223172535940812848111745028410270193852110555964462294895493038196 I used the pi song 2.0 that's 201 digits btw I one upped asapscience
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: Arrow’s SWC thread!
2024-03-18T21:33:34+00:00chxcolate-sundae7869830<span class="bb-bold"><span class="bb-italic">Weekly for week of 3/11 (I got an extension)</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bb-bold">Flower Language (465 words)<br/></span><br/> “Miss! Miss! We have flowers for all occasion. Want to send message to special person? We have it, straight from Sekkun!” Normally I would never spend my time or money on something like this, but I’m getting desperate. Those good for nothing half sisters of mine still haven’t responded to any of my other messages. What would it hurt to try flowers?<br/> I hesitate when I stop in front of the stall, my couple coins jingling in my dress pockets. I’m still not used to this new dress, it’s so unlike the silken gowns we grew up wearing in Pellucia. But I’m in Alond now, searching for my sisters and father. If he’s even alive.<br/> “Miss! What is your name? Buying flowers for special man?” The flower seller asks me. <span class="bb-italic">What if he recognizes my name? Never mind that, Freya. He’s Sekkuni, not Pellucian.</span> “Freya. I’m Freya. And I’m buying these for my sisters.”<br/> He looks me up and down. “Freya, eh? You know the princess that shares your name? Where you from?” He asks as he slides a menu of flowers and their meanings over to me.<br/> I look over all the options. Aster for variety, carnations for refusal. So many different meanings! This must be a specifically Alond thing – we never had this back home. Well, it’s not quite my home anymore. The king made it clear I was never to come back. “Oh, I know that princess. Hasn’t she been missing for some time? So sad. I’m from Pellucia, sir. Same place as that girl.”<br/> “Oh, you look so Alondian! Same hair, same eyes. But you from same place as princess?”<br/> I nod. “Now about those flowers–”<br/> “Ah! Yes, yes, sorry Miss Freya! What would you like for these sisters? Perhaps pansy? That means they occupy your thoughts.” He holds out some of the purple flower.<br/> I take them in my hands, considering. That is the message I’m trying to convey here… “That would be nice! Let me take a look at his catalog. Oh! How about some Zinnia, too? And fern?” These girls better know this odd flower language or else my time spent here means nothing. They are more trouble than they are worth, honestly.<br/> He nods vigorously and arranges the flowers for me, “Good choice Miss Freya made! That will be 3 krone. Would you like to attach a message?”<br/> Sliding over the coins, I pick up a pen and scribble something down. “Would you be a dear and send that off to them? The Crawjoy princesses Fenya, Nadine, and Tanazia. Thanks!” And with that, I rush back into the crowd. <br/>Time to find my next place to sleep. If only mother would let me back into the castle. If only she could do something without that king knowing.<br/><br/><span class="bb-bold">Constellation Story (573 words)<br/></span><br/> “Mama, will you tell me a story?” Little Lev whispered up to his mother. The two were nestled together under the stars. After their village was destroyed, Lev’s mother had tried to keep everything as normal as possible. They were just going on a fun adventure, even though they lost everything. She needed to keep her son happy. He was her everything now.<br/> His mother rolled over to her side. “Sure, Lev. Just promise me you’ll go to bed right after.”<br/> “I will! I promise, Mama!”<br/><br/> <span class="bb-italic"> Once upon a time, in a time long ago, there was a mother and son. Her name was Ania and her little boy was Lewis. They were always there for each other. Once, Lewis’s father was around too. His name was Ivan. But he had to go off to fight and protect his little family. He didn’t want to leave his baby boy, who was then barely a year old, least of all the love of his life, Ania. He worked all he could to get back to her and their son, even when times were tough. He sent flowers and messages. He saved his pay so she could buy Lewis toys.<br/> In his letters, he wrote of everyone he met on the road. Of beautiful flowers in Sekkun, of the silks made in the city of Masgande. He met all sorts of people on his travels back home, and he couldn’t wait to come home and tell his son his stories. But one day, Ania and Lewis’s village burned down with all of their worldly possessions inside. The only thing left of the house was a picture of Ania, Lewis, and Ivan – did I mention that was Lewis’s father’s name? – That day, Ania cried until she had no more tears left. She didn’t know where Ivan was, and where was she going to go with her little boy?<br/> The mother and son left their village to search for their new home. Once they left, Ivan finally came home. But what he saw broke his heart. A ruin in place of the house and fields, his family nowhere in sight. He wandered over to the field where he proposed to Ania, where the family had picnics, where he used to work. This place held so many memories for him, it almost hurt to stand there.<br/> He looked up at the stars as he silently cried. He cried for his son, for his wife, for never being in their lives. Each tear was a piece of his soul. Once all of the tears were gone, they floated into the stars. Even though Ivan is gone now, he watches over Ania and Lewis from the sky. He watched as Lewis had his first day of school and when he had a child of his own. <br/> Ivan kept his stories with him in the stars. They make up each of the constellations. So whenever Lewis and Ania were missing him, the two could look to the night skies and see him and his adventures. </span><br/><br/> The mother gently patted her son’s head, “Goodnight, Lev, Mi amoz.” She pulled the blanket over both of them and settled down.<br/> “Mama, was that story about Papa?” Lev asked. He sounded half asleep. Lev curled into his mother’s side.<br/> “Yes, Lev. Now sleep, okay?” His mother whispered into his curls, but all he responded with was a snore. She smiled softly and closed her eyes.<br/><br/><span class="bb-bold">Aesthetic set<br/></span><br/><a href="https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/985099605/">https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/985099605/</a><br/><br/><span class="bb-bold">SWC fanfic! (621 words)<br/></span><br/>“Gurtle ate all of the mangoes!” Toko exclaimed, pointing to our cabin’s mango bucket. Indeed, there were turtle tracks leading away from the scene of the crime and there was only tiny strips of mango left. “How will we hire a merc when we need one? Cabin wars are tomorrow!”<br/> Everyone huddled around the bucket, “Maybe we’ll be fine without a merc?” Someone in the back of the group said. But we all knew the truth. Most of us were in one timezone so no one was there to man the late-night wars. We needed those mangos.<br/> “This is getting too far. First all the links, and now this?” I said, stepping to the front. “We should band together with the other cabins and do something. Where are the leaders?”<br/> The cabin stayed silent. We all glanced around. Whispers start to spread. No one could see the leaders anywhere. What were we going to do without them? They were what connected us all together. We needed them. “What should we do?! Did Gurtle kidnap them with the mangoes?” Nova yelled out.<br/> “Hey, I say we should go save them. Especially those mangoes – we need them!” I say.<br/> “Oh yeah, especially the mangoes. Who needs our leaders and cabinmates?!” Chloe says and rolls her eyes. “It’s not like they’re our friends or anything.”<br/> “Well then, I say we go and find them.” <br/> Everyone nods, considering who to send. “Well, I think we should send Toko,” Someone yells out.<br/> “But what about Arrow? It's the only one taking charge!” RL says.<br/> Me and Toko exchange glances. “We should probably send more people than that, guys. We need to be able to handle Gurtle, find the mangoes, and save the leaders,” Toko says, wringing her hands.<br/> “How about some of us stay back to hold down the fort? And then about ten can go with you guys.” Someone says, stepping out of the group.<br/> We all nod. That seems pretty reasonable, right? We can work with that. “So… does anyone happen to know where Gurtle is?” Toko asks.<br/> “About that…” I say. How will we ever find Gurtle? And what are we supposed to bring or even do? What does Gurtle even like? Everyone is looking at me with expectant faces. I just kind of shrug and motion to the crowd. “Anyone have any ideas?”<br/> With that, everyone disperses to try and find a map or something that Gurtle left behind for us to use as a clue. A couple of clumps are left, though, and I hear whispers as I walk by. Of course we all feel lost now. Those leaders of ours keep us calm enough and collected enough to not destroy the other cabins. What will we have to do now? Be friendly? Ew.<br/> I walk towards Chloe, Toko, and RL. They are discussing who to leave in charge here when Toko and I leave with a handful of others along with the possibility of contacting the other cabins. We’re pretty friendly with a couple of them, but we also have a handful of sworn enemies. That’s just how it works.<br/> Just then, when I reach the clump, Gurtle storms in with our leaders and a couple of our cabin mates in his paws (claws?). He’s truly a giant turtle. There! In one of his hands, our mangoes. Our sweet, precious mangoes. The cabin erupts into chaos. I run towards Gurtle, trying to get to our leaders. Once I am almost there, Gurtle storms forward.<br/> He is making this odd sort of croaking sound while running every which way. I am almost there, reaching out my hands to someone, I’m so close, almost there…<br/><br/> And he reaches out, grabbing me, too.<br/>
Interests Beyond Scratch :: Things I'm Making and Creating :: Minecraft Topic III: Still grumpy about phantoms
2024-03-18T21:18:56+00:00gplb27187869804<blockquote><p class="bb-quote-author">Furret_Productions wrote:</p><blockquote><p class="bb-quote-author">gplb2718 wrote:</p><blockquote><p class="bb-quote-author">abubriski wrote:</p><blockquote><p class="bb-quote-author">Furret_Productions wrote:</p><blockquote><p class="bb-quote-author">abubriski wrote:</p><blockquote><p class="bb-quote-author">Furret_Productions wrote:</p>{This was cut-off because it was long}…So we could take the existing threefold interactions and combine the common denominators (Or like elements in each set) and predict what would happen specifically with those elements.</blockquote>I cannot wrap my mind around what you are trying to say….Could you please explain this? /</blockquote>i want to explain but i dont know either</blockquote>I think it means combinations? </blockquote>So you know how water beats fire beats plant beats water, right? That's a threefold interaction. So, if you have another threefold interaction (E.G. Water beats ground beats lightning beats water), then the two threefold “chains” link together.</blockquote>Broken quote chain!</blockquote>