THAT IS CRAZY GOOD

thedancinghedgehog wrote:

THAT IS CRAZY GOOD

Aww ty! Yours was great, too! I love the analogy to the sea you made.

So that's what SWC stands for!

(I try to come up with a title for the first book of SaL)

TITLE IDEAS

General
March
Sabers

River
Thunder

Wolf
Bear
Dragon
Snake
Eagle

Nobillity
Adventure

Copper
Silver
Golden

Blue

Confrontation
Swords
Rifles

Aristocrat in

March of the Golden Dragon
Crossing Rivers
Dragon’s Marching Songs

No, these are all too vague, unrelated, or fantasy-ish.

Hmm, let me take a look at 39 clues titles now.

The Maze of Bones
One False Note
The Sword Thief
Beyond the Grave
The Black Circle
In Too Deep
The Viper's Nest
The Emperor's Code
Storm Warning
Into the Gauntlet
Vespers Rising

Looks like the tradition is 2-3 words
The Medusa Plot
A King's Ransom
The Dead of Night
Shatterproof
Trust No One
Day of Doom

Well, there’s a problem. The 39 Clues team seemingly don’t care for dramatic titles


Nowhere to Run
Breakaway
Flashpoint
Countdown

Mostly 1-word titles.

Here’s what I’ve observed:
In the first series, the titles are about the places and what they do, sort of. There’s three main formats: The ______ (place or thing), The ______’s _______ (subject, then object), and _______ (preposition) the ________ (place or adverb).
In the second series, it’s more complicated. The first, second, and last describe what happens. Third and fourth are sort of like a description of the place, and the fifth one is a warning.
In the third series, the first book is a description, and the last three are dramatic actions.
In the fourth series, it’s the missions. Which we obviously won’t be able to do, unless I bring N.H back to life somehow. And that’s not possible. Unless I make the series more of a fantasy one. Still, no.

I might do a warning, or a description. Or The Generals’ _______ (somethings that describes Cahills)

Ahh yes, Cahills! I need to get more traits of them. We all know that they are powerful, backstabbers, and vicious. Anything else? Hmm, idrk.

Maybe something that hints back in time? Like… well, idek. There’s nothing that’s not too obvious. Really, though.

Oooh, maybe something about fire?

A;lsdkfj;idjf;lasdkfj I’m so annoyed that I can’t think of anything!
Well, this is it. I’m just gonna do other things now.

Ok, I’m back! Now I’m gonna think of a good title or die trying.

First, let me think of some iconic quotes:

“He’s/You’re a teenager too!” -Amy Cahill, 1777, to Benjamin Franklin or Marquis de Lafayette

Ehh…

“That’s not a fair fight. That’s slaughter” -Amy Cahill, sometime in the late 1770s or early 1780s, to Lafayette

I don’t think I’ll put ‘slaughter’ in the title…like Slaughterhouse Five.

Time has taken them all. Just as time will take her someday- Amy Cahill, 1812?, to herself

Ok, that’s a great quote. There’s only one problem: It’s in 1812. So, yeah…maybe that’ll be the title for the last book

“
Ok, this is not getting us anywhere. Let me think of something…
Cool stuff that happened:

-Idrk

*sighs* I have an idea. Let’s just sort what we wantish

Warning
Description
Belonging thing

And some key words?
Fighting
War
Battlegrounds
Cahills
Sword
Fire

Fiery swords? Nahhhh

Fire could be a good title related thing for the last book, though.

Hmm,
-betrayal
-war
-secrets
-fighting
~~
*sigh* I will continue. Maybe something about the time-blast turning thingy might work?

OOOH I KNOW! Blast could both mean a blast from weapons and also blast back into time!

A Blast of Silver?

Blast into the Battlefield?

I feel like the second one is better, so I’ll tweak it into different versions and do one that I like

Blast Back on the Battlefield
Hmm, that’s interesting

Blast back to the Cahills’ Battlefield
This one’s really good, since it reinforces the fact that Cahills control everything. Maybe it’s too obvious, though
Blast back into Gray
This is good too, but too vague. Oh well.
Blast back into Cahill Gray
Nice, but it doesn’t mention the battling.
Blast back into the Gray Battlefield
*sighs* Too long and confusing.
Secrets and Lies book one: The Cahills’ Gray battlefied
Great, but it doesn’t mention going back in time.
Back to the gray battlefield

I guess the last one will do. Vague references are better than…you know, no references and total confusion.

But I can also utilize the double meaning of blast, so it’s
Blast in the Gray Battlefield

Perfect!

Very cool, you know. And also funny. You sure have a high IQ! *approvingly*

Weekly #2

My dear Ruby,
How has everything been going in my lab when I’m gone? Has your birthday gift arrived? I hope that I didn’t send it too early or too late. You know, none of your siblings and cousins had shown this much interest in my work. I’m really glad you’re the one destined to help out. I realized that I never told you the history of Spearton Labs, but I will now. You deserve to know, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been pestering me for a whole month.
The lab was created when I was a bright young student in university. Robots had been developed for about 50 years already, and right now they were as competent as humans, with all the feelings and emotions people could have. I clearly remember a robot that my father had brought me when I was 10, which I named Dylan. It was supposed to help me with my academics (I was failing in math), but instead, he became my best friend. Yes, it’s the same Dylan that’s still here.
It was amazing for everyone back then to see all the things robots could accomplish. They weren’t very commonplace back then, and so I wanted to make robots like these too. I met your stepmother, and together we worked together to make hundreds of robots. Soon we married, and we started to use our own robots as workers. Sadly, soon she died, and your own mother came to me one day. Her own husband and two of her children had been killed in a lab explosion, and apparently I was the only one who can understand. I was.
Now, we have about ten thousand robots here. Everywhere, robots are replacing humans in the workforce. They’re inseparable from human history now. But there’s consequences. We and the facility might be rich, but around the world people are starving, since most of their jobs are being taken from them by robots. I don’t know what I can do to help, but I’m working on it.
On a brighter note, how was your birthday? Did you do anything with Dylan? Do you like your birthday gift? I really hope that you do. I won’t spoil the surprise if you haven’t seen it already, but you should know I made it myself, and considered everything for you. What did your cousins and siblings give you? And everyone else there? I’m really sorry I can’t be with you at the celebration, but I promise you that I’m working on something really important. Everyone can be affected by it. I can’t tell you exactly what it is, but when you’re older you will understand.
Remember to give the bottom part of this letter to your tutor. And happy 8th birthday!

Your adoring and affectionate stepfather,
Robert Spearton

P.S. Tell Brian not to eat all the onion and cream chips.
The last time he did that he got a stomach ache.

(On the bottom)
Amos,
I don’t know how long I can do this anymore. Everything is falling apart. The treatment the doctor gave me isn’t working, and here everyone’s rebellious and angry. I don’t know how long I have until I will need artificial support, but it won’t be long now. I can’t let my children and Lilian see how I am right now. I have some things I want you to know if I don’t make it.
First, take over as leader and give the tutoring job to one of the scientists. Or better yet, have a group of them teach the children together. Second, for the production matters, make sure that you take care of the workers well, and give them everything they need. I won’t be able to tell you what to do when I am gone. And for relations with the government and everyone else, insist that you took over the leadership from me. I know that you are not steadfast in your beliefs, so it is important that you are able to prove your leadership. Give them this leader.
If I do come back, but is unable to lead, make sure that you don’t let me do it. The sickness is affecting my judgment, and I don’t want to ruin the facility. In some case that you are not able to lead, as I said, give this to Mr. Hyver. I’m sure he will know what to do. The only reason I’m not giving leadership immediately to him is because of how he is. It had been twenty years since I defeated him as president at Indigo, but I suppose he’s the kind of man to hold long grudges. He won’t change his decisions until they get done, and that makes him dangerous. You know as well as I do that he’s valuable in here, though.
Speaking of values, alert the treasurer to secure the guard in the treasury. You don’t need and want to know why. Just do it. Make sure you put the place into lockdown starting on June first, and keep it like that until the fifthteenth. Again, I don’t think you want to know why. It won’t help you with anything, and it’ll just make everyone panic.
I hope everything goes well. Make sure all the humans survive if anything does happen. Especially our families. I pray that you will not fail me. You never did.

Yours truly,
Robert Spearton
(901 words)
~~~~~
Ruby woke up early on her birthday. May 23. Yawning, she quickly got out of bed and waited for the delivery robot, Dylan, to come.
A few minutes later she heard footsteps down the hall. “Good morning, Ruby!” Dylan shouted cheerfully as he appeared in the doorway. He stopped pushing his cart and grinned.
Ruby liked Dylan. He was human-like, with a tan rubber covering and a pleasant, very realistic face. Dylan was fun and interesting and nice, unlike some of the other robots. Sometimes she would help him deliver things. “Have you got the birthday gifts for me?” Ruby demanded excitedly. Dylan’s face contracted into a warm smile. “Of course! Do you want me to help you unwrap them?” Ruby nodded eagerly, and Dylan took a wrapped box off his cart. “This is from your friend Camilie,” he said, reading the card. “She hasn't forgotten about you. Right here she wrote that she’s inviting you to visit the Alps this summer,” Dylan continued. “Do you think Daddy will let me?” Ruby prompted him. Dylan shrugged. “I’m sure he wants the best for you. If he thinks it’s safe, he’ll let you go,” he said earnestly. Ruby was pleased with his response, and she examined the beautiful notebook that Camilie sent her.
The next present was from an influential friend of Robert Spearton. Engineer Ray Wyr had met Ruby last year, and apparently he was quite fond of her, since he gave her a book on the mechanics of robots. Dylan looked at the book with her and studied it thoughtfully. “You can understand most of this?” he asked her. Ruby nodded hesitantly, but she wasn’t completely sure. “If you don’t, you can always ask me,” Dylan told her, taking another gift off the cart. It was the last one, from her stepfather, who was away on a trip. “Everyone else inside the facility will give you your gifts later,” he explained. Then his alarm bleeped, and he looked apologetically at Ruby. “I have to go. The manager’s calling all workers,” he explained. Ruby waved as Dylan hurried out the door. “Bye, Ruby! I’ll give you my gift later! ” he called out, waving back. Ruby turned to the box and opened it to a little robot.
(376 words)
~~~~~
Robert Spearton is Ruby Borrien’s stepfather. Ruby is quite attached to him, and helps him with much of his work. Spearton appreciates Ruby, but feels like that she is too enthusiastic and careless. Ruby admires her stepfather and believes that he is the smartest person in the world. Spearton knows Ruby, her interests, and her personality very well. He is strict with her, and seldom has time solely for her, but he loves her as much as he loves all his children. After Spearton came down with the sickness Ruby was extremely worried, and she worked hard with everyone in the lab to help cure him
106 words

Ruby and Cuddles
Ruby received Cuddles for her birthday gift. She’s quite rough with him, but she adores him and tries to include him in everything she does. Cuddles is Ruby’s best friend, due to the fact that he was made specifically to be compatible with her. Cuddles, like almost everyone who meets Ruby at first, believes that Ruby is loud and overenthusiastic. But with time, the two develop a strong bond and learns to trust each other. When Spearton was sick and made erratic decisions, Ruby gave Cuddles inside information to help him find the cure for Spearton, even though Spearton specifically ordered her not to, and risked punishment to help Cuddles.
110 words

Spearton and Cuddles
Spearton was the one who personally made Cuddles, instead of having him manufactured by the lab workers. He knows Cuddles very well for that reason. Before Cuddles met Mr. Spearton, he thought of him as a large, imposing man. Cuddles suspected of something being wrong with Spearton before anyone else did, and he tried to help Ruby save him. Despite Spearton’s sternness and eventually violence towards him, Cuddles secretly admires Spearton’s will and strong leadership. Spearton appreciates Cuddles’ friendship with his stepdaughter, and after his recovery Spearton would assign Cuddles the role of leadership in the secret department in the facility.
101 words

Weekly Three


(this is super cringy my handwriting sucks too)
Map of part of Spearton Labs:


Planning for Secrets and Lies (SaL)-

Page 1:

Page 2:

I don't want to share my journal, but I can give you out-of-context excerpts:

- “Cause Jane Sperling killed her Nazi teacher, if I remember correctly”
- “Looks like he have a black eye”
- “Gwash was so cool! Poor Dr. Warren died. Looks like James was right. The war will get many people dead”
- “It seemed a bit weird that pretty much everyone ended up dead. And the Dover thing was… interesting”
- “Da Heck. NO HAMBURR”
- “Lol Webs just did a triple agent with X, Y, and Z!”
- “Lol Dune talked to us about spies (hehe- more SaL inspo) and we also told him about Sam Adams kicking the bucket”
- “Webs decide to walk around looking like a Lee Scoresby fan”

If you really want context:
Dune and Webs are WoF reference code names for my dad and sister, and the other names of people are historical (Gwash, Dr. Warren, Sam Adams) or names of characters (Jane Sperling, James (Hiller), Lee Scoresby).

The first one is about something that happened in A King's Ransom, a book of 39 Clues. The second one is about a picture I drew of George Washington as a furry. The third one is reactions to two episodes of Liberty's Kids, The Second Continental Congress and Bunker Hill. The fourth was about King Lear, a play by Shakespeare. The fifth was my reaction to my sister saying that she sorta ships Hamburr (Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr). The sixth one is about my sister writing a situation of triple-agent things after I explained to her about double and triple agents, the s*venth one is exactly what it says, inspo is a word I made, short for inspiration, and also ‘Sam Adams kicking the bucket’ is something that happened in Liberty's Kids. And the eighth one was what my sister did at the park.

There are 3,322 words in total; 22 for the map, 233 for the planning, and 3,067 for my four diary entries

3/4/25 word war with @PerellaLeaves
1769 words


So I dreamed that I was shopping in this neighborhood, and there were 5 shops all selling the same thing somewhere. I wandered around them and eventually decided o shop at the one that was on the far right, where I got what I wanted, and the cashier also gave me some extra earbuds so that was nice. I think prior to this poin I also got a new set of earbuds so I guess my not having earbuds is having a pretty large effect on my dreams!
After that I was going around this supermarket (and I forgot to mention but I also got a huge bag of Hot Cheetos at the psychic shop or whatever exactly it was) and for some reasons I had almost $100 dollars in my pocket and there was this other girl going around so I just hung out with her.


Good morning! It’s another cloudy day and it really looks like rain, but apparently the weather forecast said that there won’t be rain until tomorrow. By this point I’ve basically given up on making the Fearless thing come true but youknow what, you never know!! Although tomorrow I really also have to lock in with my stats homework, so there’s that.
Anywaysies, I’m going to get into my week! Mostly the highlights I mentioned last night.
So starting with Tuesday—McDonald’s! So Sam and I were working on her 3 minute presentation comp and we just got out of bioinfo so we were walking with the others back to their cars, and then while we were there I decided to get some McDonald’s!! So we drove around campus for like 5 minutes trying to find the right way (she thought I was talking about another McDonald’s) but then we finally go tthere and they actually had our order ready by the time we got there so that was nice.
We headed back and dropped off our stuff at lab and then went to jumpscare our local Communist bestie and he texted Sam like “aren’t you guys supposed to be in class” and YEAH it was very silly. Anyways we went back and ate and lcked in for the comp and that was basically all of the interesting stuff that happened that day.
OKAY on to Wednesday! Actually do I have anything interesting for Wednesday? Not really if I’m being honest. At least nothing nice—I talked to a certain history prof and also lost my earbuds so… on to Thursday!!
Thursday I had my classes as usual I suppose and got out of neurobio pretty early, so I headed to the library where Sam was already at and sat down with her!! There was also FREE FOOD my beloved so I nabbed some of that, and then N arrived too and sat next to us, and on Sasha’s side was actually his labmate also named N, and he was French!!! Anywaysies Y also got here and sat in front of us, and I think R was somewhere around. We ended up waiting a good bit for the thing to start, but it finally did!! Everyone did super great—I think Sam’s presentation might’ve been a bit too specialized but she still delivered it super well. Y’s was super engaging, N’s was the only undergrad presentation (I can’t speak for the grad ones because I ditched before they started) that actually made us laugh (twice!!), and R’s performance was lowkey so Dr. V core as Sam pointed out. But that was about it, and then E and Denial actually ended up coming by for funsies at the end.
And it turns out that Y got third, N got second, some random guy got first, and Denial won the raffle for this cup!! Nice.
So that was Thursday! Like I said, after the undergrad presentations were done I just headed back to lab to lock in and feast on my remaining free food. But Friday!!

Okay so on Friday I got here pretty early and decided to check some stuff for the poster before Sam got here. I also wrote a cutesy note for her before I headed to the restroom to change in case she tried to come to lab, but she ended up not getting here until after haha. We practiced the poster a good few times and we ended up skipping class (because we had to check in between 10-10:30 and there was no way we could’ve done that without skipping more than half of class, so we just decided not to go at all, and luckily enough (for me at least) what we skipped was mostly just a rehash of what I’ve learned in MCAT bio and neurobio!). When we got there we went around and said hi to everyone (Denial, E, A, Y, I think that’s all the poster people) and we actually also made it to Athena’s oral presentation!! Which she did SUPER GOOD ON and J was also there too. After that we went back and locked in!! A few people ended up coming by our poster (CBC H, DEEP people, etc.) but honestly compared to the people around us our poster was actually pretty unpopular. Which wasn’t necessarily a good thing because we had to practice for the judges!! The first judge actually came by when Sam was at Y’s poster and talking with L and I panicked slightly and decided to start without her (OOPSIES) but she did join up halfway through. He told us that he’s known Dr. B for many years apparently so that’s interesting!! And then G also came by—aparently she’s doing her master’s now and switched to another lab. Towards the end of the time Dr. W actually came by as the second judge but she GRILLED us so I kinda knew we weren’t winning.
But it was over! Sam and I yapped around with the Dr. YW cult before heading back to lab to eat. I was lowkey surprised they didn’t give free food after the presentation, although they did have bagels and fruit for the morning, so I ended up eating both of the bagels that I got haha. And I just stayed in lab and ate and read RISE while Sasha went off to get food and yap with L, Athena, and K. Then she came back and attempted to check if Dr. V was there to ask him what we missed (I’m going to be honest I lowkey think we should’ve told him that we were going to skip) but HE WASN’T THERE so tough cookies, and so she decided to go back to KH to check what J was doing for the Mayo presentation, and I stayed at lab again to lock in, but she came back a while later to report that she couldn’t find it and decided to follow some guy… anywaysies we headed over to the awards ceremony except they didn’t start for the longest time, so I just ate the free food (which NOW they decide to give… although to be fair I think it was meant more as an appetizer than a full-blown meal) and attempted to lock in a bit.
THEN IT STARTED!! Unfortunately the only DEEP person to win was A, and he worked on his poster with like 2 other random peoplee, but we did much better in oral presentations!! Athena, Y, and S all won their category AND were picked as delegates! Also R got to win in this haha. BUT YEAH it was so epic. After it was over I hung back to fill my water bottle full of the lemonade (which there was still SO MUCH left over even after I did that) and stuff my lunchbox with the cheese and meatballs and tofu and everything else they had. I lowkey wish I got more cheese because there was still A LOT left, but my friends were like “Sandy…” so I didn’t end up doing it.
SO YEAH that was it, I said bye to Y and Sam and headed back to HCL, where K was, and I went home soon after that. Maybe Sam and I did not win but WE STILL DID SO WELL and of course there were other DEEP people to take up the crown!!
And that was my week essentially! Pretty fire week. Now I really should go wrap up this word war and also get some work done on set theory worksheet (because I was just so busy with class studying and stats I did not get to work on it) (also I don’t think I should keep calling it set theory because it’s much more than set theory…) before class. OKAY BYE.


Henry sighed at hm, and then exchanged a despairing look with Gojo. “Well, Hans, I guess we have no choice…”
“What??”
But then he felt a bonk on his head, and his concsciouslness began to fade…
But his mind does not. (Yes this is an OEO reference)
He sees the gang moving forward within the forest, sees the speedening of time as it rushes towards that final day.
He hears the jeering of Alberto and Sophie in the background, oh how he wishes he could erase that sound forever.
The fourth day arrives, and Hans still does not yet wake from this prison of slumber. But a figure arises in his perception, and as he focuses on them…
“Max Verstappen,” he introduces, offering a surprisingly solid hand to Hans, which he takes. “Say, you must be Hans Vogel, hm?”
“Right,” Hans replies, wondering why this fic has suddenly turned into present tense. Oh, and also why this random guy named Max Verstappen was in his dreams slash consciousness.
“Well, I think I know how to get you out of here,” Max shares.
“You do?”
“It’s quite simple. But I do need a phone with reels on it.”
Befuddled, Hans tries to extend his consciousness outward, past the blaring projections of his friends in the real world, past the muddily gray swirls surrounding him. A phone. Where could he possibly find one?
Maybe he’d have to make one.
He focuses and focuses—what does he even know about phones? He was from the 1940s, for StarClan’s sake—and slowly a projection of a phone begins to appear.
“Perfect,” Max says, typing in some words into the searchbar of the phone that apparently exists now, Hans guessed.
And then suddenly a voice begins to blare from the phone—although very quietly, so Hans focused again and tried to turn up the volume, which soon began to ring in his eardurms:
MAX VERSTAPPEN
“Well,

Hiiiiiii old thread <3
The more I read through my old writing, the more I become convinced that I haven't improved

Sandy-Dunes wrote:

Word War March 10th with @mep07
73 words

The desert was barren, and the sun’s light beat down against the earth. Kim shielded her eyes and headed for the pyramid on the horizon. Taking a gulp of water from her bottle, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a book. The Guide to the Deserts of North Africa. Then she took out her phone and sent a text to her mother. Hey mom, I’m doing great, no need to worry.

WOAH NORTH AFRICA SANDY SEE I KNEW YOU WERE DESTINED TO BE A ROMMEL FAN
well technically not fan but yk what I mean