Inspired from “Frozen Heart”
“Cut through the heart, cold and clear!” The men chanted, smashing into the frozen frost. “Cut through the heart, cold and clear!”
I smiled as Nova's calm brown dark antler's pricked me gently. “Hey” I protested, my voice barely more than a whisper. Kindness filled my tone as she looked at me with her big innocent eyes filled with white highlights. “Heh.”
Queen Novice and King Port had forbidden any communicating with the workers so lowly spoken of. Nobody had a desire to be one- the men were hard working, blistered and injured while working.
Nobody apart from me, of course. Nobody apart from Luna, me.
Perhaps I should explain.
I'm called Luna Forske, the orphan. I don't have any memory of my parents, just being raised by one of the men hacking into the ice, who died a few years ago- leaving me with nothing apart from a reindeer baby.
Nobody really knows about me. Classic Disney Movie setting, I know, but its true. There are rumors, but nobody has gotten more of a glimpse of me. Other than the “men”.
As you know, I was “adopted”, kinda. Not on paper- he didn't have the right as an “outcast.” But he looked after me, sheltered me and taught me. Everything a good father would do.
But then his death- a big shock to everyone who belonged to the “men” group. Actually called the “outsiders.” The hunters- they force us to work once we are able to. He- Oscar Mc Rigel- refused to make me work. I was pained, pale and sickly. I couldn't move a bone without collapsing. The hunters, they were trying to force me to start smashing the ice with all my might- but I couldn't. The hunters said that Oscar must make me, and he refused. One simple shot arrow, dead father.
I cried myself to sleep that night. All my sickness had gone- but my heart had not healed.
Thats enough about that.
So I'm Luna Forske, a young orphaned girl who is currently being raised by all the “outcasts.”

A cache-
“Hmm…weird.” Is wondered dreamily. “Weird.” Is stood up calmly, twisting her hands in and out with power. “Weird. Very weird.” She turned around darkly, her face full with shadows.
Es stopped, her expression glowing fear. “Magic?” She whispered, walking back slowly. She scampered into the wall, tumbling to the ground in terror. “Magic?”
Is laughed gleefully “Yes.” She pulled out a sword glittering with blue sparks. She grappled to get her grip on the handle, and a smirk poured onto her face.
Smashing the weapon onto Es, she paused with glee. “Its fake.”

Is stared at Es, watching as her slimy skin concealed and hardened- turning peach. “Weird.” She muttered darkly. “Weird.” She turned around slowly, her face illuminating the shadowy bags under her eager blue eyes.
Es laughed in glee , pausing happily. “The curse has never felt better” she exclaimed in wonder. “W-wait.” She gasped, staring at Is like she had been bitten by a death wish. “Magic?” she asked, panic edging in her voice.
Is laughed “Yes.” She wielded a big shimmering sword edged with red, rimmed with gold. She grappled to get her grip on the slippery sword, before running to Es in extreme fast pace.
Es crumpled to the ground.

Cabin wars #1
“Please, Est, no-” The echoing beg rang out from the room- each copy louder and stronger. “No, Est.”
Est smiled dreamily, grabbing onto the rock in pure delight. Reaching out to hold the next stone she dismissed the thought doubtfully “I won't, Eda. I'm so close!” She leaned in sneakily, her eyes filled with glee “You wouldn't leave your best friend in danger, would you?”
There it was. The one thing that kept Eda from standing up, tears pooling in her eyes and downright talking to Est. She would walk out of the room, leaving Est with her sassy atatude- the one that kept her from being happy.
Eda fell back, murmuring softly. “Yeah.” She remained back as Est fell to the ground, where she now lay rubbing her back in affection for herself. Not bothering to catch her- but there was no reason to blame her. Est was a jerk; a manipulative one.
Est wasn't having any of that. She grabbed Eda's raw, red hand that had been carving pretty images into the caved entrance, and pinned it down into the sharp point with no hesitation. “Climb.” She hissed, glaring at Eda looks that gave daggers. “And don't dare refuse.” She smiled as Eda set to work, climbing up slowly- sweats trickling down her forehead.
“Done.” Eda snarled sadly, sarcasm peaking in her voice. “Done.”

Daily = Poggers <33
Adventure peeps
Today is the day.
Everyone crowds around you as you step forward into the binding lights. Lilac, sea blue, shell pink and more- all binding you to the spot light while twirling and seeming elegent.
You should be pleased. Only one person gets picked for the quest; but you don't want to go. You don't burst into tears, strong and safe you remain. But then the lights faded and everyone was gone; you being transported somewhere.
Three girls peak out, happiness filling their expression. They all look so different, each culture shining pretty in the burning sun

“Hello.” They chant in union “Welcome to the realm of Adventure!”

Weekly #4 <33 PATHS TAKEN: 1-5, 4-3, 2-3, 3-2, 5-1, 6-1, 81-1, 7-3, 9-2, 102-1 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 5- S;4- F, 8- S;1- S;2- S;6- S;9- F, 7- S;3- S | ENDING: good
Beginning :D
“Eda-” Luz yelled from downstairs in a hurry. “Come on!”
I snuggle up next to her in glory, happily seeking her warmth in glee. Yawning, I turn over lazily and growl slowly as my stomach hisses. This is the life- just warm and hot; right next to Luz- one of my only friends. No offense Eda, but when was the last time you gave me a tummy rub?
Eda comes out, her giant bushy hair poking out like a grey tornado. Her eyes were dropped with bags- rings, humans call them.
I yawn again and push myself into Luz.
This is the life.
Fantasy dinnerhalls xD
Luz grabs me, and stands up in glee. “Hey King,” She laughs cheerfully, snatching a piece of paper and dropping to the ground in delight. Humming softly, she looked at me.
I sat down, rubbing into her lap with glee. “Hi Luz!!!” I excitedly replied “Hiya!!”
Luz chuckled and nabbed a pen. “I learnt a new spell!” Luz exclaimed. “Its really cool- I want to show you!” She padded the paper in delight and started scribbling a circle filled with triangles and fluffy globes.
“Look-” Luz chanted, slapping her hand down on the paper. Nothing happened. Luz smiled, waving her hands dramatically. A crystal blasted up, memories flooding the crystals reflection.
I was in all of them
The gun thingy-
I saw the closest one. Me, and Luz- hugging each other while doing comedy hour! I had smashed myself into a piece of toasted bread and Luz was making a witty pun with delight. “Oh no- I'm toast!” I screamed and ran around the room in laughter.
Eda had smashed ehr head and was groaning. “No-” she murmered tiredly “Why?” I loved her grumbling so much while making funny- histerical puns.

Luz smiles at me, and draws another circle. It was fire. Fire echoed through the room, but Luz remained calm- happy. She was grinning her head off while the flickering flames bellowed smoke across the room. Fire. Just fire. Fire, fire, fire.
Eda grinned at Luz “Good job, Kiddo.” She complemented with a rather weird tounge. Her accent remained the same, but the words weren't the same. I clapped and smiled, cheering her on. “Go-go Luz!” I chanted, repeating the catchy chant over and over again.
But then the fire bellowed, shattering the lovely crystal. All of the memories were sucked into Luz's mind again- apart from the toast one. It lay shivering on the floor, being singed by the flames.
The remaining ashes were the only thing left of the witty, funny memory.
I screamed, and Luz was knocked back- uncounsous!
Eda laughed happily, tugging on her face. A weird, eda mask was thrown to the ground as well as a bushy grey wig.
Instead of Eda, there was her sister. Holding a sound recorder.
I screamed and raced at her, plunging into her and dragging her to the ground in fury. “You killed Eda!” I growled, snarling at her darkly. “You killed her!!!”
She shook her head, delight creeping into her gesture. “No, Edaline is in prison.” She cheerfully giggled. “I have orders…” She whispered. “From the Emperor himself.” She filled a dramatic pause. “Your going with me, ‘King’ ”

Transported to another world.
As Eda's creepy sister dragged me to the door, I was plunged in fear. “Why are you doing this?” I begged. my knees stinging with scrapes. My furry paws clinging onto her pale hands.
She smiled at me. “I need to show you something.” She reached out to open the door that opened and closed- “the cool one”, I call it, and she pushed me in.
I arrived in this weird, polluted area, trash in bins everywhere. Paradise. I ran into it, stuffing my head in the rotten fish and apple cores. Paradise. I didn't mind how this was obvious a “human world”, this trash was the best!
Yum. Yummy. Yummy in my tum- that was what Luz said often. Heh.
The sister thingy- what is her name?- Oh, yes, Lillith, well Lillith wasn't holding onto me anymore, she had let go and was whispering happily. “Go.” She commanded, and turned her back on me. SHe added quietly “This is for you, King.”
As she left, I didn't wait. I spun on my feet, tumbling into the doorway. I didn't want to be with the trash anymore- they were more stringy and chewy.
I was back at the owl house, and Lillith was gone.
Encourporating ( @dawn_camps )
“Heya, I'm Dawn.” A girl appeared, humming slightly. “Hey I'm Dawn.” She flashed her immaculate smile, her gelled hair perfectly still. She looked in the mirror she was holding “Okay, thats good.” She grinned at me, her white teeth glinting. “I'm a matching modal- so many people look just like me!” She took out a phone- a human gadget I used to watch cat videos- the funny ones- and took a selfie, using the piece sign up against her cheek. “Heya!!”
She scrolled through her messages, before grabbing a mango from out of nowhere. “Mango Fight!” She screamed.
She noticed me. “Sorry,” She apoligised “I've been to lots of camps- I guess this is what happens if you sign up to mango fight camp.”
Favourite character appears
Nothing was real.
I woke up with a start, smiling at Eda who was grinning at Luz- and yawning happily at Luz who was doing a wind enchantment. Nothing was real, it had all been a dream. No Eda's sister, no talkative (but nice) Dawn, nothing. It was just like normal. Plain normal.
I liked it that way.
A knock on the door replied to my lovely sigh. I got up, rubbing against Luz's warm coat as I went past. Ah. Trotting over, I reached the doorknob and span the door open.
On the doorstep was a young man, with lovely brown hair (smooth, I may add-) holding several stuffed toys. Fearless warriors for my collection. I smiled at him, and he grinned back- a big toothy grin.
“Hey. I'm Elwin.”
Luz screamed in delight from the living room. “Elwin?” She shrieked, racing to the front door in delight. “Are you Elwin, sir? From KotLC?” Her hair was waving and her voice was horse from all the screaming.
Elwin smiled “Yes, Dear, I am Elwin.” He snatched a smirky pose in delight. “Anyway, do you want- you know- a stuffed animal?” He paused for breath “Snuggle buddy?”
Luz fell back, delight filling every edge of her expression. She didn't stop for breath- just answering in one swift pause “Yes sir of course- right king?” She said it all really quick, stumbling on the words. She added in sadness- “Right, King?” Hopefullness filled her voice and I agreed. “Yes, Sir Elwin, could we both have one?” I added the request for Luz, this meant to much for her. I added a remark chattily “Right, Luz?”
Luz nodded swiftly, and I knew I had made the right call.
Elwin nodded and handed me a sparkly dragon, blue and white. Luz got an unicorn- silver and gold; all the spectrum in its hooves. Luz punched the air “YES!”
I knew I had made the right call.
Losing something
After Elwin left, I ran upstairs to put the dragon- Ashey Pashey- into my treausured box- but soemthing was missing. I reached to the safest spot, and it was missing.
My crown was missing.
I screamed, breaking down. Eda ran upstairs, thinking I was overreating and Luz was hugging me. “Your crown will be fine.” She promised, holding me close and conforting me. “Eda probably went to wash it- or was wearing it.”
I sobbed. “No, its gone!”
Suddenly, a voice filled my mind. “I have stolen your crown, King of Demons. Get yourself arrested or never be safe again” It hissed darkly, flooding my mind with darkness.
My voice took an edge as I rushed my words. “Eda, Luz, we need to go.”
Revenge
got deleted- so sorry
Describing a character- King.
King is so special because, well, he's strong willed. He can be easily tricked and I portrayed him as one loving of warmth and (?) laziness. Its just one of those things I got from watching toh- as well as him being my special boy.
Yeah, he also has an adorable appearance. I haven't really shown what he looks like yet but I will soon (spoilers hehe.)
And just his general personality. You should get the idea.
King's fear (mainly) is…to do with Luz. I mean, they afe friends. He doesn't want to be left out- to brake up with her.
Betrayal <33
Why.
So many months, me Luz, Eda as well- we were on the run from the voice in my head. Eating what Eda and Luz produced, everything like that. Sleeping in caves, stealing to survive.
Now I knew who the mysterious voice belonged to. And I feel betrayed.
Ashey Pashey. The one stuffed toy I had claimed for my own, had it as part of my family. Now I knew.
It was alive. Had voice cameras- had been spying on me. And I had kept it close all along, loving him.
I had to stop this.
Nostaligia <3 /pos
I got a sudden burst of posativity as I climbed up the wall to destroy Ashey Pashey- the leader of the gang.
It made me remember the time when I climbed onto a brick wall with Luz- and when I did the same with Eda a few years back.I loved both those memories- they were the ones that made my life complete.
Complete.
I strode over to Luz, who was swinging a sword back and forth, energy pumping in her veins. “Hey King,” She smiles muscly. “Are you ready?”
The words hit me. Yes, I am, remembering the wall.
Remembering us holding hands.
The grom.
Remember everything I loved, everyone. I had learnt this through my time on the run. Just stay happy- it will be fine. Lovely quote, I admit. Lovely. Pefectly lovely.
Heh.
Nice ending
Luz smacked a paper, sending ice flying up into the sky- smashing the army back with wounds.
Eda waved her staff, Albert distracting to a severe degree.
I was just charging in, the best person in the house. The best. Literally the best.
The leader.
The amazing leader, I might add.
Heh. That's what Luz says sometimes. Heh. Now its a bit of a habit.
I raced through to the dragon, Ashey Pashey, was commanding them- to weak as a small stuffed toy but bossy enough to control them. Its expression- it always had a smile plastered onto its face. Grinning, even when being stuffed- painful things happening to it. I chanted as Eda strutted past me, her expression filled with determination. “Hey old Ash Plaster-face”
'Old Ash Plaster-face' growled, snarkily commanding its little minions with defence. Luz looked up and threw several pads of paper into her hand, lighting up the battle field with glowing lights and ice- fire and crystal shards. She blinks as Ashy Pashy swipes at her furiosly “What?” She asks in shock “That's the best you have?”
Finally, I pounced. Ashey Pashey fell back, limp and (as far as I could tell) dead. We all clapped, hugging the minions- who happened to fade away as if they never existed. Their leader vanished (poof!) and we all rested.

It was a few years later. Its all like normal, me sitting with Luz (comedy hour!!!) and seeking her warmth, hugging Eda (a lot- cute eyes don't work- I do want tummy rubs, you know) and just having my snarky personality soak in sunshine. Perfect. Everything is the same, we don't talk about most stuff like our time in caves- and the big fight and everything.
But I still remember it; who wouldn't?
I didn't refer to it- didn't say “I remember when..” I knew better. I really did, of course. Eda was..okay, to say a bit. But Luz was still mentally recovering. I didn't want to hurt her while she was healing mentally.
I believe I'm invincible. I didn't die.
But since you're here…comedy hour!
Luz taught me how to write in script- and I guess she asked me to do a script of the hour?
Luz: *Walks in, smiling/grinning.* Heya KIng
King: “Hello Luz, lets rock it out!!” *Points to a rock Luz is holding.*
Luz: *Laughs*
King: Anyway, stay calm people!
Luz: I’m coal as a cucumber! *erruptive cheers*
King: Gosh, this is a funny one- *pauses* And Eda said it would hit rock bottom!
Luz: *Cheers* A geologist’s favorite fruit is the pome-granite!!! Oh, *waits* are we ready to make some music?
King: *shouts* Rock-and-roll.
Luz: There's my favourite- It takes a boulder person to listen through this parody of puns.
King: There's my boy- *smirks* and yep over to you, Luz.
Luz: The new geology teacher hasn’t had it easy—he got off to a rocky start. *pauses* This was at my old school- you know?
King: Pfft- yep- You didn’t think these were good puns? Of quartz they were! *chuckles* We have the best puns, don't we? Luz?
Luz: Yep, King- oh here's another: It’s a hard rock life for us.
King: *sad face* Its true. *screams* LIKE WHEN MY CROWN WAS STOLEN.
Luz: *mimics* Stol-en
We never lost the vibes, did we?

Why Myth rules </3
*sob* why daily- *cri*
Myth rules.
It's a fact. Face it, it's true. I don't like it- but I know it's true.
Myth has always been in the lead. Perhaps this is just me, but I don't remember scrolling down the main cabin description to see the places and not see Myth proudly in first place. I have missed a few days, but i'm pretty sure I haven't made a mistake.
Myth's pfp's are awesome. The quality is amazing, perfect in fact! I know, others are as well- but the detail put into Myth's ones really stand out to me and campers around me. This probably doesn't count but I want to put this here-
Myth are mysterious. It's just true. They know everything (well in my opinion) and have some sneaky comment stalkers. One example of this was when Thriller attempted to forge an alliance (and succeeded), members of Myth started commenting random stuff. “Betrayal, Thriller!!” and “NOOO!!!” is a perfect example of what they spammed.
And now to the true stuff /j
Everyone in Myth is so dedicated! The reason Myth is so high on the leaderboard is very obvious- the amazing leaders and awesome campers! They have so many people who zip (zoom?) through there dailies and weeklies- quite obviously making them worthy of their place (if they were second and adventure was first /j)
Myth has such an amazing storyline! Every time I look at it I just see pure creativity and imagination. In a good way, of course. I haven't gone peaking around every cabin (okay maybe I have..) but Myth is the one that seems to tell me that the hosts made a lot of effort to change and alter it to seem different from the others. Such as only one word count group, Myth seems to be different in a rather good way.
And finally, the hosts.
The hosts are so dedicated. The're nice, sweet and compedative and make mythians (?) have lots of fun this session.

The life of a flight attendant
“Hey,” Emma whispered quietly, sinking to her knees in front of her best friend: Jade. Panic was etched across her face, the kind of worry that made you want to throw up when you saw the expression on your friends face. “I- I have something to tell you.” she murmered quietly. “I- my parents said…” She trailed of, staring at the ground with dismay. “Jade, I can't do it anymore.” Jade's brown mussed hair tumbled to the ground and Jade went pale. “Why?” She whispered, her stressed ice blue eye dull. “Why, Emma. Em.” She paused. “What is it?”
Emma blushed. Her crush on Jade wasn't known to anyone, so she had to conceal it now. “I-i-” She mumbled lightly, tears rolling down her cheeks in sadness. “Well, you see, I h-have to be a flight attendant. No buts, my parents said.”
Jade stood up quickly, taking Emma's hand. “E-Emma” She mumbled “I- you don't understand. I-” She paused as Emma personally seethed at the front door. When she was done, she continued sadly. “My parents are making me become a…music teacher.”
Emma burst into tears, ringing her hands around hers while sobbing. “Then..this might be the last time we see each other.” She drooped over, leaning on Jade softly.

Weekly #2
The weekly writer
Crime
Sunday
Deep Trust's Scandal Escape
As everyone yawned at the setting sun, we all rested well fed. While we were reading up to the latest news on The Herald, the greatest criminal was escaping.
Deep Trust is a well known criminal who suffered a life sentence in prison for major bank robberies, and smaller robbing activities. The crime that landed them in court was the impersonating deal that he got into a few years ago. They had made a rather shrewd deal with The Greatness about getting prison keys in order to be helped rob a bank with over 100,0000 dollars in each vault. However, The Greatness ended up bailing and spilling the truth, including Deep Trust's identity.
Today, in the early morning as the sun hit the sky Guard Ben returned to check everything was in order- and no one was causing so called ‘trouble’. While all the prisoners remained silent, many still asleep on the floor, one was bounded, gagged and injured. There name is anoymus, but they are reported to be “always awake” and a “late owl.”
Althrough proof is not yet given, many believe that they were staying up- and caught Deep Truth escaping, but when noticed tied up to avoid them calling for the guards.
The gag was reported to be a polishing cloth dropped by a visitor likely talking to another, less dangerous prisoner who they probably had a connection to. The bounds tied against them looked as if it was a shrewd matress off the dark stony bed the prisoners bearing the title ‘dangerous’ slept, tied to the bed by it. The chains were somehow the old rusty chains that were kept to make prison seem more scary. Althrough they've been attempts to take them of, it remained unmanagble, making us doubtful of the situation.
A big question remains: Did Deep Truth have help? If we listen to the clues; it seems so. The rag was perhaps a mistake, but we can't rule out the opinion. How did the chains get of? They would need someone strong; and it remains clear that Deep Truth is not strong enough- nobody has made it possible yet! And getting into another person's cell? Impossible, without someone with a key. Deep Truth has had no contact with keys- never. It doesn't make sense without an ecomplise!
A few suspects of helping are found, but the goverment decided to stay anomouse with names. However, the traits needed to help include “strong”, “intelligant” and “acsess to keys.” Althrough they do not nessisarily need keys to get them, no one has reported to have lost keys.
However, after discussion, the goverment has decided to unleash the full list of traits. We will sadly list them, knowing that lots could fit the discriptions. The goverment note “please tell us if you see anyone with these traits.”
The full list of traits
- Intelligent
- Strong
- Young/Youthfull
- Good desciser (?)
- Great first impressions.
- Secretive (?)
- Quiet
However, please keep in mind that police/spies might intorrigate you; please don't worry, just people with 2+ of those skills will be questioned to avoid losing the culprit.
However, the main focus should be finding Deep Truth before it is too late.
The police is working to create a trap were there is a big (over 10,0000,0) dollar thingy, were we will hoepfully lure Deep Truth.
However please avoid places such as:
-Jewlery places
-Banks
-Mansions/Rich Places
-Supermarket
The goverment will be establishing a new food bying process to avoid contact with supermarkets, which contain some expensive things Deep Truth will likely attempt to steal.
However, in case you forget, Deep Truth had dark, stunning black eyes and short stubby hair- he uses they/them pronouns and usually wears multi-gender clothes.
People in charge of a buisness will recieve a note from High Istministrater about if it is possible to continue work; if you can't (according to records) then you will be given 10,000 dollars to make up for it. Any companys running after being disaproved will be suspended from continuing for months.
“This is for your own good” The goverment keep stating, but still many people protest and run after the goverment with torches smugged with fire, and gigantic pitchforks from the garden. Althrough The Weekly Writer do not encourage the behavour, we are fine wuth many who do it. However, our opinion will likely change if someone on the goverment gets hurt.
The crime scene is closed of as clues may be discovered by hired detectives, but the public may not go to prison without special permission.
Deep Truth remains a secretive criminal that can outsmart forces easily. As panic rises through our streets, they might use it against us- in a very bad way. The best thing to do in this situation is to stay calm through the new adjustments. Everything will be okay, and as soon as Deep Truth is caught, everything will return to perfect normal.
- The Weekly Writer


Restaurant review
Sunday
Les Pique
As you walk around the corner your stomach growls, and hunger rises up. Then something catches your eye.
Its a light beige cafe, with a dusty and faded sign bearing the words “Les Pique” in hazelnut brown letters. The font was a fancy bubble writing with lacy corners. A light flickers inside, as if a fire is being lit. Smoke escapes from the pale brick chimley.
As you open the worn door, a smell hits you- a warm cinnamony smell mixed with a gentle sugar scent.
Les Pique is a cosy cafe that makes cultural food from all around the world. They also have original recipes that can not be made anywhere else in the world. The most celebrated food made their is there “Porque Nosee”, a cranberry dish with cinnoman, sugar and a type of cordala.
Inside are lovely cosy pictures of animals, cottages and children. There are many small tables and a few giant six+ people tables. The counter is made out of oak wood, and behind are several drinks such as lemonade and ginger beer, as well as hundreds of plain glass cups. Books are filled, and taking them is allowed- encouraged!
The staff are perfectly friendly and informational, encouraging questions and setting a gentle and warm mood. They answer historical questions about the place and all share the load. They are yet to give false information- even the most unbelievable facts are true.
The food is terrific! Everything has always been given good feedback- and bad comments are very rare. Food include several types of salty italian goodies- including pizza, melted cheesy scones and squishy garlic bread. Drinks are a soft mixture of lemonade and cordaline, ginger beer and traditional sugary drinks from pacific cultures.
The boss, Lyna, is a world class chef with a masters degree in patineal cooking. She is a caring member of staff, and gives everyone a fair wage. Comments and motto's she influinces and created include “You can't make a pizza without dough” and “A cooking utensil needs to be used to be experienced”. Hard work is something she always attempts to show- and she often sucseeds.
The wait time for an order is actually quite quick for a famous and busy restaurunt- 15 minutes would be an average wait- and with over 65 customers at a time!
When asked several times the most popular dishes are the “maxia macia”, a sticky and stretchy savory roll filled to the brim with cheese and the “manic becanic” which is named for Beeman, the creators favourite superhero. Manic Becanic is garlic bread with parsley sprinkled up on the top. Drink's popular guy is just their cranberry juice, and lemonade poured into it. Another favourite is “GlacieBgr” a traditional pacific favourite.
An aspect of Les Pique is the staff of the month, an award given to one hardworking staff each month. The first staff to recieve this reward was Pice Sprice, the gardener and cooker for the original Les Pique. This month was Picky, a small and young boy who makes the pots and pans- amd serves as a valuble waiter.
When interveiwed Picky seemed nervous and distressed of being surrounded with several people, but still gave a decent answer for each question. “How did you get a job here?” R. L asked, pointing a shiny microphone underneath his chin. Picky replied with a stressed “Well, when I was 12 my family needed money, and I just asked for the job.”
R.L asks gently “Aee you proud?” Picky shakily takes the microphone and whispered, “Yes. But I dn't think I'm the only one who should have it”
After many hours of interviwing, Picky is back at the job- taking orders quickly and efficiently.
Lyna calls after him “This is why I chose you”
Le Pique's name was from a middle aged french poet who created several unpopular peices- that are very underated. The founder, Pisces, loved these poems and named the cafe Le Pique from the artists nickname- the artist was called Leo Piquen!
A new record has been set- other 500 customers arrived yesterday night at Le Pique, and that evening over 10,000 meals were made! This overshadows their old record- 300 customers and 10,00 meals cooked!
Le Pique has had many selling opertunities, people coming over and offering thousands in exchange for the cafe. The commitee has always disaproved this sujjestion, and given the upcoming popularity- that was a good thing. If it was sold, the cooks would change- and that means the food would likely be different and lower quality.
The goverment has issued a new holiday- Le Pique day for the famous restraunt! On monday the 18th, July, school will be canceled and work will be disrupted to celebrate the new culture of food!
Le Pique allow all, and hopefully one day you will experience the delicous food.
- The weekly writer

Advice
Monday
How do I stop procastinating on weeklies and dailies?
Piper, Piper_Camps
The biggest tip is motivation. Motivation can come from your mind convincing you to do it. I would say in this situation the best thing to do is to say out-loud several times “If I do it, it will help my cabin” or “I won't have to do it later”, ect. Althrough this is not 100% quarentued to help, but its been proved to be useful several times
What happens if I have a crush on another scratcher?
Aleia,Starfairyelise
So usually after realising your “feelings” it will be hard to ignore the user, and chats will become more “romantic” (on your or their side (?)) This can grow into a unhealthy relationship. The best thing to avoid this relationship is to question yourself in “why do I like them?” If the answer is something like “they behave like *insert something* then remember- they must act differently in life. Other answers like ”there pfp is cute" is a terrible thing to start a relationship on.
If I purchase fiftyone puppies will my parents get mad?
Panda, SuperPandaGirl1234
Likely. Fifty one puppies barking in your yard? Almost defiently. However, the level of mad will depend of the fact: how much your parents like dogs! If you have allergic or dog haters then likely their reaction will be quite huge (and bad for you.) A more gentle couple with a seeming love for dogs would likely still be mad, but perhaps a grounding or shouting would be your punishment?
I have a sword of legend in my closet. How can I tell if it's magic or not?
Kit, KitVMH
Do not approach. There are many legends of swords that are magical, and they defiently have some deaths in them- we don't want you to be stabbed! Their are a few strategys, and the safest is pricking it several times with a long stick while staying perfectly quiet, or better; not even investing in the mystery. One strategy we reccomend against it making someone else grab it.
Is there a real use for my giant stuffed animal collection?
Rosybeth, -rosybliss-
Honestly? They're many uses for a giant collection. One is attempting to win a world record for it- “giant stuffed collection kid” or “stuffed toys=big” could defiently make the picture. A similar use, getting onto the news (national or international) will be a great way to get popularity. Why don't you sell a few of the stuffed animals? You would make a profit, and give some a new magical home and owner. If you don't want to do that, just keep them- maybe one day a young child will come and want to play. You could use that! Or you could play by yourself with them- who said that older children can't play with soft toys and dolls?
Can I sell my old (and slightly terrifying) dolls from my childhood?
Rosybeth, -rosybliss-
Perhaps. I mean, you would defiently need to polish them and add a few modern features, and clean them up- but it is possible. I would reccomend selling them for a low price, since of the “terrifying” part of them, but hopefully you will be able to stop that “spooky” vibe. Polishing tips would be likely just braiding the hair, adding marker patterns and glueing stuff to the face and dress!

Horoscopes
Sunday
Aries
This is your time to shine, Aries. Explore the mysteries you discover, and take charge of an awesome team. You might take reckless paths, but nothing will stop you from reaching your goal. Stay strong, and remember to lead your team with pride.
Gemini
This week, Gemini, you will have sudden brain flashes. Take time to jot down the ideas that rush into your brain, and let the ideas lead you to a destination. Don't block of your creativity, and write down every idea: even the chaotic one. Everyone wants to see what you make!
Leo
Remember to connect with everyone you meet. Perhaps talk to an old friend, or walk around the neighbour hood greeting everyone. This week you will create new friends, and remember that lies can not create good relationships. Remain honest, and enjoy your new friends.
Libra
Through the following week, you will have to take the choice of either creating a fake friendship, or losing a valueble friend. Remember to take the right decision; the one that you believe is right. Perhaps it will be alright? Always stay true to yourself, even through the consiquensios might be big.
Sagitourus
Instead of remaining independent you will find a group to connect with. Usually you would take a risk, but remember with a team responsiblity will be greater. Althrough the challenges up ahead, you will remain loyal to your friends.
Aquarius
Ths week you will remain optimistic through the struggles that reach you, such as fake friends and sibling ‘wars’! Remain calm, and remember that everything will be okay. It is good to be optimistic! You will guide a loyal friend through there difficutly, and be rewarded greatly
Taurus
You will go through a time of stubbornness, were you go through a hard working and loyal phase. Keep your friends close, and try not to lose control. Although stubborness is okay, try to still be open to other ideas, and agree with others.
Cancer
Through your week, you will feel insecure and sensative, jumping and reacting to the slightest word. Still, stay calm and try not to react in a way that could hurt the other person (mentally or physacly) or ruin a friendly relatioship.
Virgo
Its time for some big perfectionist vibes, Virgo. You will often doubt your skill by comparing it to someone elses. This is also the peak of your loyalty. It is important to stand up for people, and your perfectionist phase will not ruin your loyalty.
Scorpio
A friend will trust you with a big secret, and it is up to you to stop yourself from blabbermouthing the truth. Someone you are close to will turn to someone else, and leave you jelous. Even through it may seem hopeless, it will be okay.
Capricorn
Althrough your organised personality, you will end up with an ambition that you will achieve- whatever it takes. This may cause you to become messy and late, but this isn't a bad thing. This is a stage almost everyone goes through, and don't let this put you down
Pisces
Most people will come for you, ranting about difficulties in there life. You must remain symapthetic, and will guide them through there personal trauma. However, it will not be a piece of cake. You must use your imagination to help them solve the problem.

Daily <33
Up on cloud 9
I yawned and got out of bed, excited for the day ahead. I reached the old, rusty “not so solid” door, and slammed into it. I went right through, my head clouded with bubbles- actually, the bubbles were clouds.
I waved my “bubbles” off my chestnut brown hair and made my way up to the reception- the one who had the bronze slippery glasses and always shouted out the slogan on the signs “Happier- up to cloud nine!”
She screamed- shrieked at me sloppily as I went up to the front of the empty waiting post. “Happier, cloud nine! Lower-” I stopped her, forcefully coughing and ruining her ear-splitting advertisement.
I went up the lift, pressing down on the button “cloud nine”. Here at the cloud factory, the employes work at the station with others the same level of happiness. It is much more easy than if we worked with the excited (over excited) lads and dopes down in the dumps.
It is so much better- everyone has to agree.
As the lift tingled and the bell rang, I jumped onto the rather bouncy floor and flipped over to my work station- with wheels and organised pencil cases and neat folders and clean tools. Yeah. That was my work station.
I pushed it up to the empty lane, and hooked it up. I grabbed a wall of cotton and started threading “sky rains” through the edges- the first part of the format to make a big, fluffy lush cloud.
I paused, my fingers raw red. I got out the paper work- every cloud has to be accounted for. My pen rushed across the page, smearing and smudging each paragraph- making the small dainty ink big and wet.
I sighed, crumpling up the paper into a ball and smashing it into the big sadly. Oh well. I reach for a new paper, and take care to avoid smearing and smudges- making it better and neater- tidier and cleaner.
I finished and went back to my cloud that was floating above my head. I started sowing (or was it knitting?) the thread into the cotton- soon- to-be- cloud.
A voice boomed out loudly, bellowing out a command that gave eruptive cheers through out the cloud nine floor- “Break for all on Cloud Nine.The rest, more hard work and maybe you will get a break soon.”
I'm on cloud nine.