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To our hostile neutral Adventure:
Greetings from Horror! I am here to tell you that your storyline is very creative and I love it! You aesthetics are also really cool (but we all know Horror is the supreme god

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Child Psychology - Black Box Recorder, translated into different languages and back to english, as a story.

꒰ A Blanket of Silence ꒱
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Marama Arya was young when she chose to go silent. At 6 years old, she stopped speaking. She would refuse say a word to anyone around her. She no longer found joy in connecting with the world. She appreciated silence. She heard the beauty in the nothing. Most days, she sat in her room and listened to the sound of it. She felt comfortable in the silence. Silence didn't last long. She thought that these sounds around her wouldn't let her be. They poked at her and disturbed her. They tried to corrupt her, make her evil. She defied them. In her room, by herself, she said out loud that she could do anything. She was not scared to speak, she chose not to. She told the sounds that life isn't worth it. She made silent conversation with the noise. She found a friend among her opposite. Of course, this phase didn't last forever. She realized the sounds were in her head, all thought up by her. She made up her mind and moved on. Now she was surrounded with boredom. She looked for the next cheat sheet to escaping her boredom. She looked to discover what new wonders waited her.

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WEEKLY 1

To our hostile neutral Adventure:
Greetings from Horror! I am here to tell you that your storyline is very creative and I love it! You aesthetics are also really cool (but we all know Horror is the supreme god

WEEKLY 1

To our hostile neutral Adventure:
Greetings from Horror! I am here to tell you that your storyline is very creative and I love it! You aesthetics are also really cool {but we all know Horror is the supreme god} Wishing you the best and worst of luck and good job on being the top as of now (but that’s going to ours soon enough don’t you worry ). But before I go, I have some candies for you {/totally/ not poisoned} and your campers! Enjoy and have a good day! Really excited to see what happens to the goldbloods and the redbloods!
From your well wishers,
Horror!

To our fluffy little teddy bear enemies Dystopian {/j}:
HELLO ENEMIES, IT IS I, HORROR, WHO IS HERE TO ADDRESS YOU TODAY AND EXPRESS MY OPINIONS WITH YOU. Your cabin theme is just so satisfying, especially the color theme which is really nice and pastel and pastels are super cool! The aesthetics are *chef’s kiss* and y’all remind me of a fluffy teddy bear for some reasons I don’t know. May you have a great session! Also, cool cabin storyline! And last but not least, I offer you some mango candies which are /totally/ not poisonous. Enjoy the candies, everyone!
From
Horror!

To the Steampunk Sanctuary, our Fantasy neutrals:
Good day, and I hope you are keeping well {I mean ARE YOU KEEPING THOSE WONDERFUL AMAZING FANTABULOUS CREATURES WELL OR SHOULD I FILE A POLICE REPORT AGAINST YOU- /j}. I just LOVE the idea of the wonderful magic you created and I must say (even though I would not like to /lh) that you have done a wonderful job and I’m super impressed. Keep it up! {Wait no if you keep it up we might not get first position}. Being honest, you did a great job and keep those lovely creatures well!
The well wisher of your magical creatures and your lovely neutral,
Horror!

To the very mysterious Mystery cabin:
Well, hello there! I do hope you have gained some progress in your investigation, and I wonder how the weather is. I also do hope that everyone is finding the train comfortable. I myself am quite excited to find out the result of your investigation. I wonder who the criminal among you {you might say “amongus”} is. So I wish you best in your investigation and your journey and whole-heartedly hope that whoever might be the culprit comes out soon and that your journey runs smoothly. I also hope that you get out of the snowdrift soon too.

With lots of hopes and wishes,
Horror!

To the lovely-smelling breadhouse Naan-fi:

Greetings! Hoping you have had a wonderful business up till now! I have heard much about your breadhouse, and I can’t control my desire to try some of your breads once! I must say, the employees are really wonderful and so are the breads! The breadhouse smells really nice too! I must say, your cabin is highly fascinating and aesthetic, and I just really love the pastel colours, pink and purple. I’m pretty sure all your customers love the shop! Do have some of my candies {I prepared them myself} and tell me what you think of them!
From a bread-lover,
Horror

To my very dear enemies, Thriller:

It is I, your amazing enemy horror! Out of concern, though, I do hope that your ocean expedition is going fine and that you don’t end up getting murdered by a fish. The ocean theme is super awesome and I do very much desire that any of you do not get into the clutches of a very dangerous fish indeed. I hope you have a safe journey and manage to get that sample for you lab, because it doesn’t matter if you’re my enemy, you shouldn’t die.
Be very, very careful.
From the person that hopes you don’t die,
Horror!


To the Time-travelers Fan-fiction:

Good day from the past, because I suppose you're already in the future-
I was so stupefied when I first found out that you have a time machine! What a wonderful scientific discovery that is, and I'm sure all the other scientists must be crying out of jealousy. So how has your experience been in the time machine so far? I can't even imagine what it must've felt like! I wonder what your time machine is like, but I'm sure it must be nice! Please take care of your time machine because it's really important and very crucial to have all the other scientists run after your time machine.
Wishing that you'll let me use your time machine once!
Horror!

To the new cinema in town, Bizzaro Fiction:

Oh. My. God, hello! The new cinema in town is so fancy! I do remember asking what movies you'll be featuring, but I was denied from knowing. I WILL know and I WILL watch your movies, no one can stop me mwuahahaaaa /hj. I also do hope that the Overlord harms no one-
You're doing great as a first-time cabin! In fact, better than I expected. Welcome to SWC and have a great time! May the campers survive!!

Hoping that you'll let me see at least one featured movie in your cinema,
Horror!


To the amazing musical, Script:

Wow, just wow! We have a new musical in town and I'm definitely coming to see it! I haven't watched Hamilton but this just gives me the feeling that it might just be the best thing i will ever watch. The twist that your campers have traveled all the way to 1776 and that too at a theater just had me going ‘Woahh 1776’.
I wish you the very best of luck for your musical and I hope it becomes a success. {also au revoir my script musical people}.
Will come to see your musical soon!
Horror!


To the fantastic Folklore:

Hello there! Your storyline is just so super cool and better than what I expected. You're totally a descendant of Myth and Fairy Tales! Your matching pfps really rock amd they're super pretty! Also, your obsession with Taylor Swift, oh my god yes she's da besttt!! Her songs are so awesome, I could literally listen to her all day if I had a choice. May your forest be a good home to you! I hope your forest and people are a great companion to you in this great session!

May your trees remain safe and I shall come and visit one day,
Horror!


To the very technologically advanced Sci-Fi,

Hey Sci-Fi! Your simulation is so super amazing! The glitch, wow-. Reading your storyline kept me at the edge of my seat. The theme of your cabin is so cool too, especially the cabin picture and the fonts you used! It gave me such a feeling of the technological modern era that we're living in! Totally scientific, future scientists!! You all rock! May you find each other again and get out of this glitchy error and come back to reality with us<3. Wishing you the best of luck in your space journey gone wrong! I'm sure you'll fix it!
Be careful and lots of wishes,
Horror!


To the poetic Poetry:

Hey, Poetry! I was in you in March SWC, but that is an old story. Your cabin is just woahhh. Good luck to those participating in Poetrisland and I wait in anticipation to see who turns out to be the conquerer! I also really appreciate your efforts to promote teamwork in a fun way, such as with your challenges! Good job and keep promoting teamwork! I also love Team Stanza, Verse and Prose! It's a wonderful way to introduce word count groups in your cabin!
Love your efforts and never stop the promotion of Teamwork! Do be prepared for me sometime
Horror!

To our siblings, Real-fi:
Heyyy Siblings! I just love the idea of your inn! An ancient inn, standing in the middle of the snow, and you come across it while searching for a place to stay…it's so mysterious! I wish I'd stumble on inns like these! You can do it, guys! Both of us can
have the first and second positions {horror, first. real fi, second}! And let's not attack each other this session and be friends…but there's still some competition of course! So let's have a great session and run your inn well!
With lots of sibling competition in store,
Horror

To the robbers, Hi-fi
Wow, you're train robbers. That's literally so cool and creative, and another C, one of my favorites, actually: chaotic. You guys are in for some fun this session of SWC! I wonder if you could rob one train I ask you to, and that would undoubtedly be the Mystery Express XD. This cabin will be just so chaotic and let's hope it doesn't go ahead and start robbing points as well as trains. Let's hope for the best, and that would be unlimited chaos and fun with this cabin!

Let's hope you rob the Mystery Express next!
Horror!

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DAILY NOVEMBER 4-
Song: Lost Umbrella by INABAKUMORI

Lyrics {English translation, originally in Japanese}- The way the drizzle soaks through to my eyes and
my breath is so damp it gets caught in my throat—
burdening myself with these shapeless things
might be easier than I thought it’d be.


Google Translate Edition {Languages translated: Japanese-French, French-Danish, Danish-Spanish, Spanish-German, German-English}:
Though the fine rain wets my eyes
My wet breath gets stuck in my throat
I who carried an unbearable burden on my back
I don't know if it was unexpectedly funny.

Main Story: (362 words)

Dusk was just setting in as the tiny droplets of rain started falling from the heavenly clouds. The crowd that had gathered on the streets slowly cleared away, as one by one the umbrellas opened up and disappeared without a trace.
I had forgotten my umbrella, and as I watched the rain falling softly, I forgot myself too. Tears fell from my eyes just as the rain fell, and I wiped them hurriedly as soon as I realised their existence.
As time passed, I realised that I had come here to find a solution to my problems, and had come across nothing but more pain. My job, lost. My family, dead. My house was on rent and I was hardly able to pay the rent which had been pending since the last three months.
What had I done to deserve this? My tears had started falling at a remarkable speed now, and I did nothing to stop them. If they wanted to fall, I would let them. The rain fell into my eyes, and I blinked fast and hard to relieve the pain, but it wouldn’t go. My breath was all wet and moist, coming in great trembling shudders. I started coughing wildly, as it stuck in my throat.
All I got was more pain. My tears hit the ground. I was going to die. I just knew it. My burden was going to be relieved. I was laughing and crying at the same time. I couldn’t bear it.
I fell. But I didn’t die.
It was perhaps a few hours later that I woke up on a hospital bed. Apparently I had been rescued. Why didn’t I just die?
I looked out the window, not knowing what to do anymore, and I saw a rainbow. Light and gleaming, colourful and so wonderful it made my eyes shine with hope.
The person who had rescued me was a young lady who worked at a big company. Her hair were cut into a neat red bob and we became fast friends.
I work side-by-side with her now.
There is always a ray of light in the dark. Every cloud has a silver lining.

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Letters to our cabins


]Science Fiction ]

Dear Sci-fi (Science fiction) ,
I recently read in the weekly news bulletin that you had tried to send your simulatees into a simulator which only resulted in them becoming faded and pixelated at the same time . Including almost losing your vice president in the project. Well here’s my advice for you : Better stop doing this crazy stuff. You’ve already lost a few people in the process and you’ll only lose more if you do. I only worry for your safety and security during each test you experiment on. Next time , why don't you send an android there first before a human?

Your Sibling,
Adventure.






Horror

Dear Horror ,

I realised that we are hostile neutrals. But do not worry , we won’t be planning an attack on you any time soon. I hope you won’t send me down to the Underworld like your friend was. This is only a letter and I didn’t mean any harm in my words above. Anyway , I know you’ve got tricks up your sleeve and you are trying to plot something Horrifying. Hopefully that won’t happen to me or anybody else. Also do you guys have left over candy from Halloween? I want to try and find out what candy there is . No Guarantee I’ll be stealing it though

Your hostile neutral,
Adventure


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Meteor Shower by Cavetown:
I lost my hair.
I stole a part of my life.
We, you and I, cannot let them fall
Because from here you can see the whole world and every little thing
Get out, hide quickly!
But the color of our skin is mixed


He holds wisps of their hair together, comparing the colours.
“Yours is sort of chestnut, I think.”
“Do you think so?” She runs her hands through her own healthy mane of brown hair.
“Yeah, it is.” He deliberates upon adding anything else, along the lines of liking her hair, but he stops himself just in time and jerkily lies back on the soft cushion of moss. The stars above spread apart in their own constellations, slightly obscured by the branches of the trees, but nevertheless still comfortably there. From the ground, he traces lines between them, his right fist curling and uncurling as he counts the stars in the sky.
Next to him, she just breathes and curls her head closer to her knees. Her eyes are heavy – she tends to go to sleep at half ten most nights, and it is nearing one now, but she convinces herself to stay awake for the stars.
“This is getting hard.” he says from the moss.
She looks down at him from below her eyelids and doesn't say anything.
“I feel like I've stolen something from myself, and I'm really guilty for it, if you get what I mean. You probably don't. But I don't think I should be stargazing at one. I feel like I should be at home like every sane person would be.”
It's on the tip of her tongue to ask whether he considers his house a home anymore, but she remains quiet again.
“I think I hear something.” he continues, after about fifteen minutes of silence.
“Do you?”
He reaches up to the sky for the last time, then settles himself up on his knees. His eyes dart around the area for a second, then he points at the trees above. “There,” he tells her with relish, and sure enough, she sees the silhouette of a person perching on the trees.

It's only a couple of moments later that she realises the person is lurching around on the branch unsteadily.
“They're going to fall,” he announces softly, just as they fall forward.
They don't even make much of a noise when they fall: one moment they were in the tree, and then they have disappeared into a clump of bushes. She treads over to search in it for the person, but her bare skin is tingling as she pokes around in the evergreens with a stick.
The person is there, but they're sitting up straight and they appear to be unharmed. She exhales.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” they answer her, looking scarily alien in the dim light shed by the stars, “But you aren't.”
She hears someone yelling to hide in the background, and she only shakes her head at them as she plunges out of the undergrowth and behind a tree.

(465 words)

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Blood // Water by Grandson translated into 12 different languages (including back to english again)

Lyrics

Original Lyrics:
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
The price of your greed is your son and your daughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
Look me in my eyes
Tell me everything's not fine
Oh, the people ain't happy
And the river has run dry
You thought you could go free
But the system is done for
If you listen real closely
There's a knock at your front door

Translated Lyrics:
we can't be free
lamb for cow
What if there is blood in the water?
Greed is the price of your sons and daughters
What if there is blood in the water?
look at my eyes
tell me everything is wrong
people don't like it
and the river dries up
You think you can walk freely
but this method
if you listen carefully
knocking on your door

Story

ignore how bad this is aklshflkhdflkhd I was super unmotivated to write

“Step right up to the stand of your dreams!” a voice says behind me. I turn around and see a man with a small stand and large tent. “We've got everything you need!” the man booms, winking at me. I glance down at the shopping list my mom gave me. We have a small farm in the South. Our crops aren't doing very well and as it's almost winter my mom sent me out to try to stock up on as much as possible with the little amount of money we do have. I walk towards the stand and glance down at my list again.
“Err what is it exactly that you sell here?” I ask looking around. Other than a jar of coins his stand seems relatively empty.
“Everything!” the man says. I sigh and turn away, defiantly a scam.
“Wait!” A voice calls a voice. I turn around again and see the man walking running towards me. “You don't believe me.”
“Look I'm sorry,” I say. “But it really isn't possible for you to sell everything.”
“I disagree.” the man says. “Allow me to show you.” He starts to walk towards his tent and he gestures for me to do the same. Against my better judgment, I follow him. When he opens the flap of his tent I gasp. I turn to the man and see that he's grinning. The tent looks much larger inside than it did from the outside. He has all sorts of items, some I have never seen. I take a closer look at something that appears to be a jug of water and recall.
“What's in that?” I ask appalled. The man turns to me and looks at the water jug I'm gesturing to. The man walks over and inspects the jar.
“Hmm not sure how that happened,” he says more to himself than to me. He unscrews the lid from the jar and scoops the red substance from the jar with his bare hands.
“W-was that blood?” I ask backing away from him and the jar. The man ignores me and goes deeper into the tent. Warily, I follow him looking around at the odd assortment of objects. I look to the left and jump back, tripping over my own feet and landing on the floor. -this part was sort of gory so I took it out, but it was 47 words- Backing away, I turn to the man.
“W-who are they?” again the man ignores me.
“I-I- have to go.” I stutter inching towards the opening in the tent. The man turns and starts to walk towards me. I turn and bolt towards the opening.
“Stop.” the man says. Against, my will I find myself stopping in my tracks.
“You cannot leave.” “Come.” the man says. -I took this part out too, but it was 21 words- I wonder if that's how I'll end up. I try to run, but I can't. I find my feet locked to the floor. I find myself walking toward him. I will myself to stop moving, but I can't. -this part wasn't scratch appropriate either (36 words)-

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To Script, from Sci-Fi: (181)

Dearest Script,

Hello my dear sibling! How do you fare?

I have started a lengthy journey to aquaint myself to, or dare greet, our fellow cabins. I am glad to say that you are my first visit! As I curiously glanced around your amazing theater, it is more than safe to say that you are living in a glorious realm of entertainment. And your cast members are absolutely splendid, as per usual. I just hope I don’t encounter the Phantom!

I have seen others give gifts to their fellow cabins in their letters, and I’d love to do the same. I’ve wrapped it up for you, but here’s some clues for you to guess what it is, if that’s what you’d prefer. Your gift comes in a bottle. It is sweet, and nectary, and is a flavour that I am positive you will be keen on. It is a light, orangey colour, similar to the fruit it was made from. I’m pretty sure that you know what it is, and I hope you enjoy your gift!

Sending love,
Your sibling Sci-Fi



To Adventure, from Sci-Fi: (172)

Hello Adventure!

How are you, my precious sibling? You would be proud to know that I often wonder how I am so close to someone so grand, who is, of course, you! Your storyline is so fascinating, I can't wait for you to share with me the outcome of both the redbloods and goldbloods. I wish you the best in all of your many quests!

You are my second visit, and I'm telling you now, I might get into this adventuring business. These new worlds are interesting to discover, though I might hold my tongue, as I am yet to visit those who I am not as fond of.

I have included a gift for you, in which I hope you find value. Here's a few clues so you can guess what it is. I'm sure you'll get it correct! Your gift is paper thin, and shows many places. Every one of this item contains a Legend! Many are covered with lines. Have you guessed it yet?

Best wishes!
Your sibling, Sci-Fi


To Bi-Fi, from Sci-Fi: (210)

Hi Bi-Fi!

My dear sibling, how are you? I am slightly shooketh, as I stopped by one of your famous cinemas and someone STEPPED OUT OF THE SCREEN- How do you deal with this on a daily basis? Though I suppose you'd be used to it by now.

You are my third stop in this quest, my friend. I have seen many beautiful places so far, and your cinema does not disappoint! The smell of popcorn that fills your realm is a such as pleasant scent! I can certainly tell that you enjoy your time.

Now! Time for the fun part! I've given you a gift, and some clues for you to figure out what it is. Your gift is cerntainly bizzare, so I think you'll love it!

You can wear this, but you can ALSO eat it! It is delicate, crunchy, and sits on your head. It may or may not be filled with a certain avocado dip, and I certainly had to go to a lot of trouble to get this shipped to you in one piece. You do NOT want to know how difficult that was.

I mut go now! I still have many others fo visit. Enjoy your gift, while it lasts!

Love,
Your sibling Sci-Fi


To Hi-Fi, from Sci-Fi: (166)

Hello Hi-Fi,

I hope I don't get reported to the police for writing to you. Do they even have police yet in your time? Anyways, I'm just visiting your era on a trip through the realms, and I noticed a little TOO many wanted posters. Do me a favour, as allies, to at least try not to put too much of a bounty on your head. It'll be such a trouble to break you out of jail, and I'm kind of already busy with this quest!

Anyways, since I am in a generous mood, I've included a gift for you! Here's some clues so you can guess what it is, if you have time to. I'd imagine it to be pretty busy as a wanted convict! Your gift is something you drink. This is something that they threw overboard a ship back in the 1700s! Since you guys are so historical, I figured you'd enjoy this.

Best wishes for the competition ahead!

Your friendly ally,
Sci-fi


To Dystopian, from Sci-Fi: (111)

Salutations!

Dystopian, I just have to say, I love your realm so much more than I expected! It has such an ethereal vibe, and I find it so gorgeously fascinating. And don't get me started on the storyline! You have such an amazing environment, that I'd be happy to stay in.

I've included a special gift for you. Take a guess at what it is (here are some clues!) It is a figurine from above. It matches the vibe I percieve from you. Many of these beings have beautiful, majestic wings on their backs.

I hope you appreciate your gift, and best of wishes for the competition!

Your affectionate ally,
Sci-Fi


To Poetry, from Sci-Fi: (106)

Hi Poetry,

Your theme sounds pretty cool I guess. It reminds me of a tv show. Good job! I like the fact that it's kind of like a miniature competiton inside your cabin. Facinating!

As your friendly neutral, I am wishing you well in the competition, just know to leave a space above you for me! Oh, and I got you something, of course! It's a photoframe! I even took the time to engrave your name into it, Hope you like it!

Yours,
Sci-Fi

PS: I KNOW that the photo frame is empty. It's so you can frame a photo of your winning team. Love ya!


To Mystery, from Sci-Fi: (208)

Mystery,

Hello. I've recently noticed as I travelled through your cabin that you seem to think of me as an enemy. Why is that? Well, the answer is in your name. I, for one, only consider a neutral, though you are quite hostile. Don't you think that it is slightly unfair? I will say, though, you have an intriguing storyline behind your express train.

I have been giving gifts to everyone as I pass them by. That means I have to give you a gift as well, I guess. But of course, I'll make it suit you. Before you recieve your gift, you have to solve the mystery of what it is using the clues I give you. Don't worry, for I am going to make it quite easy. Your gift has two covers. it contains lines, and thin sheets. Ink stains the interior. You may find this gift useful to record the mysteries you solve, if thats what you do. I don't know. Enjoy, I guess.

Before I go, I'm going to strain your mind further with a riddle: throw away the outside, cook the inside, eat the outside, throw away the inside. What is it? And yes, I do expect an answer from you.

Regards,
Sci-Fi


To Folklore, from Sci-Fi: (146)

Hi Folklore,

I see that I've stumbled across your path, and I'm now irritated because I have hurt my knee pretty badly. Thanks for having gravel paths! Even so, I dare say your trail seems pretty interesting, though I'm not so keen on falling over again just to visit your little village. Oh well.

I'm giving you a gift from the kindess of my heart, and also because I have been gifting everyone else, and it seems unfair of me to leave you out. Try guess what it is, from these clues. Your gift is a person who never lives. It stereotypically spends its days in a garden. It also fits the whole ‘folklore’ vibe, I hope. Hope you don't hate it.

Well, I'm going to visit the next realm now. Try to fix that trail so nobody elses' knees get injured.

Your (hostile) neutral,
Sci-Fi


To Horror, from Sci-Fi: (132)

Hello Horror,

I have alwys considered you a hostile neutral, but I see now that you see me as an ally. I appreciate that you think so highly of me, that's very nice of you! I wish you luck in the competition.

I like your storyline, it's very entertaining for me. I'm itching to know what happens to the poor chosen ones, please write back to be soon and let me know!

I'm also going to give you a small gift! I won't distract your minds from saving the ghost, so no clues. However, I would like to gift you a small jar of fireflies. I know you mayn't be able to use them since I am not from your clan, but I hope you percieve the gesture as kind.

From,
Sci-Fi


To Non-Fi, from Sci-Fi: (134)

Greetings, Naan-Fi,

I love your cabin theme! I have never thought of pure bread as appetozing until now. I also think it's super creative of you to change your name like that. You seem like an awesome person, it's too bad that we're neutrals, on the hostile side.

I just want to quickly take a second to appreciate how deliciously bread-ish the aroma coming from your breadhouse is.I am now thinking about bread. My favourite type is probably either garlic bread or rye bread. But all bread is amazing.

I wpuld just like to say that when I was on my way to visit your breadhouse. I saw this adorable little bread keychain and thought immediately of you. Please accept my humble offering to the world of bread.

From your /totally/ hostile neutral,
Sci-Fi


To Real-Fi, from Sci-Fi: (102)

Dear Real-Fi,

Your inn is making me slightly anxious, but only because some random dude locked me in and disappeared into the shadowy corners. It's kind of a cozy place, if I'm honest.I wouldn't mind staying a little while if you treat me well. Unfortunately, many of the doors seem to be locked. Are you aware of this?

I'm sending you a gift of some more red paint so you can repaint that faded door of yours. It doesn't give the best first impression, and you wouldn't want to scare away your valued customers, do you?

Enjoy your fresh door!

From one of your neutrals,
Sci-Fi


To Fantasy, from Sci-Fi: (160)

To Fantasy,

I'm not even sure if you will ever read this, but if you do, i just want you to know that my stay in your little ‘fantasy land’ was not pleasant. Other than the fact that I am, of course, your enemy, I had dozens of mysterious creature following my every move. It was very irritating. I also want to state that, The contrant whistles of escaping steam has damaged my ears. You must be quite used to it to be able to not hear it.

As I am kind enough to give you a gift, I shall send you a badge for you to wear. If you can't read it, it says Sci-Fi FTW, which is the truth.

Your realm is one of my last stops before I can return home to rest in the metaverse. And know that I expect you to wear the badge all of the time (kidding! or am I..?)

Your enemy,
Sci-Fi


To Fan-Fi, from Sci-Fi: (101)

Hullo Fan-Fi

Just a quick question- isn't your whole cabin based off of writing about someone elses work?? Just asking..

Anyways, I'm just coming over bearing unpoisoned mango cookies that are defenitelu a thing, because that is what good enemies do. And I also have another gift for you! Its called creativity and original ideas!! WOW!

Actually, I do have a gift for you- a box! open that box and.. wow! another box! comtinue through all the boxes and you find a pin, similar to the one given to Fantasy. It of course, also says SCI-FI FTW!

Your amazing enemy,
Sci-Fi


To Thriller, from Sci-Fi: (140)

To Thriller,

You are my last stop on this long expedition. And I can say this confidently, I'm going to end it with a splash!

Thriller, you really need to take my advice. You are way too paranoid! Just chill for a second, really. But alas, you are obviously not going to take my advice, because we are decidedly enemies.

Your ocean theme seems interesting… -ish. It's not bad, but it's not perfect either. Maybe if you didn't have such bad paranoia, you'd be abke to enjoy the experience more.

And I just rmemebered! I have a gift for you.l It's a badge! And yes, it does say SCI-FI FTW, that is the trush, no point in denying it. You are also now matching with Fan-Fi and Fantasy. You all now know that I am supreme.

Bye-bye!
Your enemy,
Sci-Fi


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words: 140, 101, 160, 102, 134, 132,146, 208,106, 111, 166, 210, 172, 181
total: 2,069 oop-

471 words (based on pjo, hoo, and toa)

“Good morning, Calista Alcmene,” my clock cheeped. I sighed. That little modern hub in my apartment. I pulled on some sweatpants and a zip-up navy blue jacket.
Time to start. My morning routine consisted of art, watching YouTube, and creating a bullet journal (I have no idea, but my Alexa introduced it to me and some random streams I watched).
I pulled out my sketchbook and a pouch. As I left my small doorman building, I started to head to the nearest cafe. I walked in silence. I heard some weird noises behind me.
Just as I turned around, a tanned-skin and curly dark haired girl who looked around sixteen whipped out her sword or blade (what?) and slashed a non-noticeable creature/object. “Hey, what just happened?” I asked the strange human.
She replied, “You can see through the Mist? Hmm, you have a golden-red aura around you. Child of Mars or Bellona. Is it okay if I take you to a special place? Just for an hour.”
I nodded, but began to feel uneasy. As we drove along the bustling and busy streets, I felt like I was slowly tearing apart from my well-known home in San Francisco.
“Where are we going?”
“Camp Jupiter, you’ll see soon enough.”
Before I knew it, we arrived at a peculiar and orderly place. The gates were well taken care of, and there were statues everywhere. “Is this some type of mythical place? Like some of those stories?”
“Yes, but it’s not a myth. It’s all real, there is proof right in front of you.” Hazel, as I soon found out her name, pointed out.
I immediately pulled out my pad, and quickly sketched a pretty gate adorned with items from my sticker sheets I left at home. I titled it, Gods can’t be real.
A shiny greatsword suddenly appeared in my hand. It felt warm in my hands, and it was gilded blackstone flecked with gold and blue. The gold hit the light but didn’t blind my eyes, it enhanced it.
“It’s a claymore, it has chosen you! Name it.” Hazel exclaimed excitedly.
I scratched my chin. “I guess I’ll go with Dragonspire. It sounds pretty warlike to me.”
Hazel clapped her hands. “Excellent!” She led me towards a white building. “The forge,” she explained. “You’ll be able to enhance and refine it, as well as learning some new techniques with the blade.”
A young woman appeared in the doorway. Her eyes shone in the sunlight. She wore a gold crown of leaves and a chalk-white toga. “I am Regalia, mentor of all blade, bow, and catalyst-wielders alike.”
Hazel added, “She’s just being formal. Alia is the weapons specialist, but she specializes in greatswords.”
I groaned. “This claymore weighs so much. How am I ever supposed to master this?”
Hazel grinned. “Practice makes perfect.”

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November 4 (?) (207 words)

Everything is fine.
That's what Evangeline Smith, my best — and only — friend, said before moving to Oklahoma. No one in the town has heard about her or her family; everyone seems to have forgotten the Smiths except for me, me and my memories.

Everything is perfect. That's what Mum said the day before our house burnt down and she went into coma.

Everything is fine, she said again, after she had awoken. That was a few hours before a tornado had come down the coast of Florida, narrowly missing our house. When I had walked back down our trashed street, I had saw that one side was trashed while the other, ours, was perfectly fine. Only now it needed a new paint job.

Everything is perfect. What dad had said before having to go on a life-dangering mission for the Police force.

Everything is fine.
When Eva had finally come back, she had come back to me, it was when she was twenty. Five years later, she had come back. And she had done so holding the hand of a little three-year-old girl. And all that had happened deep, deep in the middle of the night.

So, no. It won't always be perfect or fine. Except it.

NickName - Ava
Content - November 3rd Daily
Word Count - 1037/200 (I WROTE A WHOLE CHAPTER-)
Topic - Translate lyrics to different languages, then use the english version again in your story
Cabin - Thriller

LETS GET STARTED

Warning - This is an ff ig??

I CANT-
*gasp for air*
*choke*
*wheeze*
I CAN'T EVEN-

Original Lyrics-
I want to drive away with you
I want your complications too
I want your dreary Mondays
Wrap your arms around me, baby boy
Uh-huh
I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh-huh, that's right
You're the one I want
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
Uh-huh
Darling, you're the one I want

Lyrics after being translated 12 times-
I want to ride with you
I love your company too
happy Monday
Cover me and hold me, baby
yes it's over
I like glitter, but marry with a paper ring
yes it's over
you are the person I don't want
I hate trouble unless I'm here with my friends
yes it's over
baby you are the one I want

Well, this was unusual. I felt happy this Monday. Very weird for a child of Hades.
Maybe it was because of your company.
Leo stood up, dusting the front of his jeans, even though they were immaculate. He smiled and entwined his hand in mine. As we walked over to the main door, he jingles his keys in front of my eyes. ‘Car ride?’
'Sure,' I answered. I would do anything with Leo. My childhood friend who could lift my spirits at anything, I was always ready to blindly follow him.
When we got into his custom car (since he made the car from scratch by himself, I guess he got that privilege), he suddenly zoomed in front, and I tipped over in the backseat, headfirst. I expected Leo to stop and look at me, but the car went on at full speed. When I sat up, I saw The Son of Hephaestus laughing as hard as a hyena. I was a little mad at first but soon started to laugh with him. That was just Leo. His laugh was so contagious, it was like glitter, Once you get it on you, it takes a lot to get it off. We were still giggling by the time we reached our destination.
We stopped at our park. It was a special memory for us. I and Leo had met when we were way younger, and we had done a play in this very park. And now, we had to do the same very script again for our school, just a different academy. We had left early, so Leo had taken us for a small ride.

When the play started, people started hollering. It was raining, so there was a shade kept on top. Percy and Annabeth ran in just the last second. Percy was holding Annabeth, and covering her from the rain. I couldn't help but quietly ‘Aww’ at the cute scene and Annabeth kicked and flailed, completely outraged at being carried, as Percy dashed as fast as he could to the seating area.

The Latino boy, around age sixteen, was kneeling in front of me. He held up a vital piece of the skit we were doing- a paper ring.
The drama was about a princess and a farmer. The farmer falls in love with the princess, even though she's way out of his league, and the princess rejects him at first. Soon the princess falls in love with the farmer too, and they have to find a way to convince the princess's father to bless her. The act that was being played out right now was the beginning, where the farmer falls in love with the princess. Unfortunately, I was the princess and Leo was the farmer. Considering our age, this scene was extremely humiliating, and Percy and Annabeth in the crowd stifling their giggles weren't helping.

Leo tried to stop himself from grinning and somehow succeeded. I worked up my acting skills.

'I cannot,' I said, turning away like the actresses I had seen on TV. ‘I do not love you. How would my father allow me to marry a lowly farmer?’
Leo bent his head, and for some reason, I thought I saw a little more than acting in his eyes. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. We had known each other since eight. Not possible.

Leo acted magnificently well. He walked backstage (which was behind many logs piled together) rejected as if I had actually hurt him. The crowd sniffled and sighed.

I thought nothing of Leo's acting then. Turned out it wasn't completely stage-act for him.

Soon the part came where I had to accept him. I put my arms around him in a hug, and the crowd applauded greatly. I could FEEL Leo's smug grin on my shoulder.
And when the part to finally convince my father came, I internally facepalmed. I could never get used to Jason and Hazel being my parents. Honestly, I thought that Frank and Piper would be offended, but they were laughing their heads off in the audience. What good sports. For once, I saw my half-brother Nico smile with pure mirth at Jason's terrible acting. ‘I- er-’ Jason stammered, looking at Piper for a second. ‘I have thought through your request.’ Hazel was way better than anyone on stage. She could randomly lift props with the mist, and of course, she was perfect in her role- the timid mother who loved her daughter and the farmer together. ‘Please,’ she begged Jason, as if in a real telenovela. ‘I would do anything for you to allow them to be together.’
Jason raised the farmer's hand. ‘Well you’re in luck!' he said, as he gripped Leo's hand. ‘Because I have decided to bless my daughter!’

The crowd went wild. They stood up, clapping and hooting and whistling and shouting, but soon the joy in my stomach got replaced with confusion, as the crowd started to chant a word.

(I'mma bleep it out in case)

'KI$$'
'KI$$'
'KI$$'

I looked at Leo in panic, and he looked back at me. I would've screamed at the crowd had my friends not been in it too. When trouble was caused, I could always forgive my friends. They thought I was nice for doing that, as a daughter of Hades, but everyone has their qualities. Have you seen Hazel??

Leo smirked and mouthed something at me. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I'm sure it was Spanish. He was smiling at the crowd, waving his hands as he walked closer to me. My stomach plunged to the deepest part of the sea. Was he really going to do this? He looked at me smiling, with a mischievous glint in his eye. Once soon in range, he suddenly took my hand, and blasted from the spot, saying one word, ‘Run.’
And boy did we run. We ran from the screaming Piper, the annoyed Percy, The horrified Nico, The confused Jason, The laughing Annabeth, The innocent Frank, and the smiling Hazel. We ran to the woods, then our treehouse, and we sat there, giggling uncontrollably and gasping for breath, still in our costumes.

And that night had been the most exciting night of my life since it was the first time I had ever felt something so fluttery in my stomach.




(IDK should I continue this as a real novel…?)

table of contents

Daily 4/11: 329 words

I went through a bunch of songs since they didn't want to translate very far from the original no matter how many languages I went through. I finally settled on this one.

Translated lyrics:
So watch me bring the fire and set the night on fire
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I'll light it up like dynamite
Bring a friend, join the crowd
who wants to love
word, password
Just move like us off the wall
Ticket or at night, the sky lights up
Danikalı make the dawn
Ladies and gentlemen, I received the medicine
Eyes on the ball, huh, you should keep yours

- Dynamite, BTS

Story:
Don't look at me, I wasn't the one who exploded the city. Not in a bad way, of course, but the governor didn't look too spiffed. All us party goers did was have fun and move along to the music. Yes, it was turned up loud. Very loud. But I was nowhere near the loudspeakers, so I couldn't have turned it up, could I? Not the problem, you say? What else could it be? Ah, the crowd. Yes, I was in the crowd. But I was only in the crowd because the crowd came to me. Okay, here's what happened. After spending the day shooting some hoops, I- what? No, not literally, I- it means basketball. I thought this was supposed to be an opening statement? As I was saying, I was playing basketball when the stage crawled up on me. Some guys decided the basketball court I just happened to be playing in suited for a stage nicely. Honestly, it wasn't a bad place with the bleachers already up and the court for center stage. Gotta give them something. We've got that cleared; I wasn't in charge of this.
However, that doesn't prove I'm innocent, I know. That's why I'm here, obviously. I'll answer some questions that, well, need to be answered. I did have the password. But I guessed it; it was pure luck. When the music started playing, I couldn't help but start vibing to it. I mean, I was already in the court so what could I do? Next thing I knew there were people streaming in and I was given the microphone. I stood there like a literal stick. But then someone put on the backing track to one of my favorite songs and I felt it. Started singing to it. Okay, rocking to it. That is what happened at the so-called ‘party’.
Now the million dollar question that got me here: who held the dynamite? My answer is simple. I plead the fifth.

tw depression and suicide references </3

He forgot that he loved life.
He is shy to those who don't care about him.
He forgot that he loved life.
i hate everything

Unfortunately, I know a lot about this.
Download different songs.
Unfortunately, he understands suffering.
Because we all have brains.



He’s falling away from my grasp. I can feel it.

I’m trying my hardest. But it’s making me relieve my own past. And I don’t want to. I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to.

Nobody else cares. Nobody else is able to care. We all have brains, but they’re all wired differently. His is overheating. The wires are blowing and the fuses are melted and the signals become so scattered and jumbled and incomprehensible in his subconscious he can’t discern meaning from the intrusive thoughts that he attempts to battle every day. His computer is about to die. It’ll be stuck on the same login screen forever. The only way to change the display will be to hit the power button. And then it’ll never turn back on.

I had a computer like that once. It was a dark red.

My computer lasted for about five years. It’s A lot shorter than an average human lifetime, that’s to be sure.

And anyways, even if our brains were all an identical mess of color-coded wires and scraps of programming that mirrored each other's completely, he wouldn’t reach out. He is shy to those who don’t care about him.

He used to have fun and party and he used to love life. He used to draw. His drawings were my favourite. They helped me when I was so close to that blank login screen on my red computer. He forgot that he loved life. He’s forgotten how to love life.



I hate this. I hate this. Why does life have to do this to him? Why did life have to do this to me?

He’s right next to me. We’re listening to the same music. It’s music that I used to need. And now he needs it.

I should switch it off. Change the playlist. But I understand the position he’s in. I know what he is feeling.

He’s on his login screen.

And I don’t know his password.

332 words!

Daily #4

“Ugh, Padmé, how do you stand this dress?” Sabé exclaimed. “It’s ridiculous!”
Padmé did actually agree with her on that. The buttons up the back were way too small and the skirts really didn’t need to be as long as they were. But it was made of a rare and beautiful purple velvet from off-world, and in Padmé’s opinion, the amount of attention the dress inevitably attracted outweighed its many annoyances.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Eirtaé said, reaching for the dress’s collar and beginning to undo the buttons. The blond girl made surprisingly quick work of undoing the dress, finishing in what felt to Padmé like only a few seconds.
It had been months since the blockade, and Naboo had largely recovered. The scars, on the planet and its people alike, would never fade completely, of course. But the people were letting themselves be happy again, and that had to be a good sign.
Padmé let her handmaidens – her friends, her sisters – dress her as Queen, and she prepared her mind to act the part. It didn’t require much anymore, it was almost second-nature at this point.
“Alright,” Saché said as Rabé finally stepped away from Padmé.

This afternoon wasn’tsn’t majorly important by most government standards, but it is important to the six girls. Four schools from around the planet are coming to visit the palace and meet the people who work in it. Including the Queen.
Undoubtedly, some of the children would want to meet the Queen’s handmaidens as well, and there had been quite a bit of debate on the best way to handle that. In the end, They had decided to switch out constantly who was present and what they were wearing, so no one had the chance to count or identify them.
Which worked.
For the most part.
There was one young girl, seven or eight years old, who took a strange liking to Eirtaé and decided to follow her around and berate her with endless questions. Later, the six girls would laugh at how lucky the poor girl was to have chosen Eirtaé.
“Can I touch your robes?” Was the small girl’s first question.
Eirtaé didn’t speak, she just held out a piece of her sleeve and let the girl run her fingers along it.
“It’s very smooth,” the girl said.
Eirtaé nodded. “It’s designed to be comfortable and strong.” She hoped she wasn’t giving away too much information and that Panaka – or worse, Rabé – wouldn’t have her head later. She discretely ran a scan of the sleeve the girl touched, making sure she didn’t get any dangerous substances on it, whether intentionally or by accident.
“Which of you is the leader?”
That was a much more dangerous question. “We are all partners, really,” Eirtaé answered carefully. “We obey the Captain and the Queen of course. But no one’s in charge among us.”
Eirtaé told the story that evening and luckily survived the endeavour. Everyone agreed she had been as careful as she could be without arousing suspicion. And she’d had it much easier than Rabé anyway.
Apparently, a teenage boy had very quickly taken a liking to her, which he was convinced was reciprocated.
“He literally wanted me to run away with him! He was so oblivious I could have killed him yesterday.”
“What does that mean?” Saché asked.
Rabé paused. “I don’t know.” (563 words)

11/4 (510 words): Google Translate is infamous for its inaccuracy - but today, we're using that to our advantage. Copy and paste a song into Google Translate, and translate it into different languages until the lyrics are completely different. Then write a story based off it! 200 words for 200 points, no evidence required.

Lyrics (Schuyler Sister after translation):
Ouch! Nothing like summer in the city.
Someone creeps up next to the one looking at the keyboard
I'm sorry ma'am, I know it's not funny
but your perfume is sent in silver
Why do you imagine walking around town in heels?
Looking for someone to give you ideas?
lol you hate me
Oh, so you're talking about me
They're punishing me, baby, you can believe me
I read Common Sense by Thomas Paine.
So people say I'm stubborn or crazy
Did I win the revolution? I want to disclose
So listen to what is being said
“We accept these facts”
that all men are created equal.
And when I met Thomas Jefferson.
I challenge women (work!).
Look around, look around
We are so happy today!
Look around, look around
We are so happy today!
The story takes place in Manhattan.
And it turns out we are the greatest city in the world.
In the biggest city in the world!
Because I read Thomas Paine's AGM (look around, look around)
So people say I'm slow or crazy (there are riots in New York)
You know I wanna look (look around, look around, New York)
listen to me (I do)
We get ‘em (look around, look around)
That all men are created equal (we are blessed to live today)
Look around, look around
We are so happy today!
The story takes place in Manhattan.
And it turns out to be the biggest city in the world.
In the biggest city in the world!
Angelic!
(Work, work!) Eliza!
And Peggy! (Work at work!)
The Schuyler Brothers! (Work at work!)
We are looking for ethical work! (Work at work!)
That’s him! (Work at work!)
That's him! (Work, work! Wow!)
That's him! (Work at work!)
in the biggest city (work! work!)
In the biggest city in the world

I brushed aside the sweat from my brow before it could fall into my eyes. Sighing, I looked to the ceiling and tried to rest my weary eyes.
It was a hot, summer day in Manhattan, New York, the greatest city in the world. Everyone was busy playing outside, drinking lots of water, probably, while I was busy overheating in a stuffy room with no fans or windows.
As I tried to type out the latest edition of the New York Times on a typewriter, a bell rang, signaling that someone had opened the door.
I sighed and spun around in my chair. As I met the gaze of the presumed customer, I held back a yelp.
He had disheveled, dark brown hair with ocean blue eyes and a violet, velvet coat with white buttons near the center.
And he was way too close to me, which meant two things: one, he had snuck up on me —way too quickly, might I add, for I had heard the familiar bell’s ring only a few seconds ago—, and two, he was looking over my shoulder at the sentence I had just typed.
I pulled myself back together and cleared my throat. “May I help you, sir?”
He smirked, the type of smirk that I had seen too well on troublemakers in the streets at the wee hours of the morning, before saying, “Pardon me, but your perfume smells expensive. Almost like silver.”
I folded my arms. “And?”
He eyed me. “Your heels look quite expensive too.”
“What’s your point?” I said, rolling my eyes. “Do you want to walk around in them?”
He chuckled. “I haven’t seen such a display in so long.”
“Meaning?” I asked, impatient.
“They’ve been punishing me,” he muttered.
I huffed. “I’ve been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine, and some people may think that I am stubborn or crazy, but I am not stupid, sir, and none of your banter can convince me to trust or like you. So you may as well leave.”
“But, I-” he said, before I cut him off.
“Listen!” I demanded. “You may accept that all men are created equal, but when I met Thomas Jefferson, I challenged him to add women.”
His eyes widened. “Uh-”
“Good day, sir.”
On that note, he left the room, the bell jingling as the door closed.
I smiled and looked around the room.
I was finally happy. I was in the greatest and biggest city in the world. Although it wasn’t perfect —there were several riots daily now that King George had decreed unfair taxes—. I was one of the few women who could read. Even the rumors about how I was crazy or slow at doing my work don’t bother me.
The bell rang again, and I swiveled around in my chair.
My brothers, Eliza and Peggy, were at the door.
“Angelic!” Eliza exclaimed, grinning.
Ecstatic, they ran to hug me.
“The Schuyler Brothers are so embarrassing,” I muttered sarcastically.
Then we laughed, giggling hysterically on the floor and happy to be alive.