daily 3

journal entry 1:
14/08/2009
Hello. I decided to start a journal since I heard that it can help with stress. Well, I don't want anyone to know about this because, you know, villains must look tough and strong, surely a journal is just for wimps, right? Back to the point, I must introduce myself; my name is Eagle-eyes. Known for my eagle-eyed precision in smells. Okay, I know this sounds peculiar, but I have a very good sense of smell. Not many people know about it, however, I know the whole world is waiting for my entry into it. My life goal is to become a famous antagonist everyone will be feared of, and fight a real superhero. Well, I'll stop here. I have many ‘villainy’ duties to get to.

journal entry 2:
02/09/2009
Hey, it's Eagle-eyes. I've felt more anxious lately, and I just need to share my feelings with someone, or something, I should say. To be honest with you, dear journal, I'm a university student so my life has been piling up with studies, homework, graded tests, and all that nonsense. I have a world to demolish with my super scent powers! I guess I'll write more when actual amazing things will happen - not imminently I bet.

journal entry 3:
11/01/2010
It's me, once again, after four long months, and I've finally decided to take things into my own hands. I let the social society get to know me. I have a Facetter Facebook and Twitbook Twitter page, exciting, right? Wait a minute, looking back at what I wrote, did I switch the social media app names again? My apologies, let me just correct it. There you go - all done. Anyway, surprisingly (in a good way), I already have 10 followers on Facebook after only a week. My username is @AmaZingEyes333, by the way. On the other hand, I have something major to tell you. I have got a gang. This is not some gang of 1d10ts that hang out in the alleys, it's proper coolness. We are called the Slick sticks, we're so dope and scary. No action yet, but soon, we'll be the highlight of 2010.

part 1 complete

Ned (daily)

I watch as she drives the enhanced blade into the demon's chest in a burst of energy. I feel happy, yet oh so tired as I watch him fall into the abyss below. We had been working up to this for…how many months now? Beating up monsters, beating up more monsters, mostly just beating up monsters…All to get her, the prophesied hero, to this place, with that sword, to stab that demon.
She looks back at me, a weary smile on her face. “We did it!”
My voice is too hoarse from the heat of the depths to respond aptly, so I simply give her a thumbs up. At long last, we can go home. Rest. Sleep for days.
She slowly makes her way over to me, dropping the glowing sword onto the ground. She wraps her arms around me in a shaky hug. “We did it…”
I clear my throat. “Do you want some water?” I ask. I have some in my backpack, mostly because we would be going into the depths and everyone knew they were constantly at the temperature right below the one humans couldn’t survive, without any water occurring naturally.
She chuckles for some reason. “Oh, Ned.”
“What’s so funny? Don’t you want water?”
“I…I guess I do, I just felt I had to…never mind.”
“…Do you ever feel like a joke?”
“What do you mean?” she asks, pulling away from the hug to look in my face. I realize she smells and is covered in dirt, and is ugly, and looks oh so lame and not the epic hero I thought she was moments earlier. Her ponytail is falling out.
I look down at my own chubby frame, touch my glasses, see my striped sweater. I feel very wrong. Something is not right.
But we’d defeated the demon, so why did it matter? I shrugged. “Er…nevermind. You did great, Izzy.”
“Of course I did,” she jokes. “But you helped too! We’re a team.”
“Yes,” I lie. “We’re a team.”

raya's directory
daily for march third | 378 words

Player sat behind his screens in his bedroom in Niagara Falls, Canada. Pulled up on one of his monitors to his right was a tracking system that kept in touch with Carmen's crew: Zack, Ivy, Shadowsan, Julia Argent, and, of course, Carmen. Another monitor showed any possible threats from Vile and ACME, and where they might be coming from. As a rule, he kept tabs on everyone and everything.
“Everything good, Player?” a voice asked through his headset.
“All clear, Carmen,” Player responded.
“Good,” said Carmen back. “'Cause I'm getting in position now.
Player watched as the red hat on his screen swiftly moved from one place to the next. Too often he found himself daydreaming about being out in the field himself. But more often did he realize the importance of his current task.
For instance, that time when Carmen was stuck out in the frigid snow in Sweden, out cold to top it all. That's when Player needed to track the exact location of Carmen's frozen device- a job only he could figure out.
”You there, Player?“ Carmen asked.
Player snapped out of his thoughts and returned his hands to his keyboard.
”Sorry, Red,“ he adjusted his headset. ”Little off there. What's up?“
”I need the precise location of the prototype,“ said Carmen. ”Shadowsan can't chance sneaking in. There are too many guards stationed inside.“
”On it.“ Player started click-clacking at the keys.
And there is was again. The same old location tracking trick he had up his sleeve. It was a good one, of course, but couldn't he be called on for something more advanced more often, like hacking an insanely creatively coded storage gadget? Or have to…. Player shut it out of his mind.
”I've got the signal,“ he said. ”And don't worry, they won't see me in their systems. I looks like it's coming from…floor one hundred sixty-three.“
The line turned to static with the groan coming from line two.
”I know,“ he replied. ”But at least you've got your hang glider with you. You could land on the roof and just walk two floors down.“
”There's the genius I know," said Red. Player could hear the smile over the line, and he smiled back in satisfaction. Perhaps this was his perfect place.

if anyone knows what this is a fanfic of, please talk to me.

Daily 3/3

Just a short thingy related to a story I’m writing lol
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“It’s okay.”
Of course it was…
“I’ll come back.”
Of course she will…
“I won’t let him destroy us.”
Of course he won’t…
“I need to leave for the subway, now. I’m sorry—“ Alice’s blurry figure picked up her backpack. It made a crunching sound in the leaves surrounding me. I’m always left out. I’m always the outcast. Never part of their story. I could help, but they wouldn’t let me. Alice is never sorry.
She lies. And lies and lies and lies. She buries her evilness under her mesmerizing smile. And lies and lies and lies.
I got up, vision dizzy, and tripped running after her. “What?” she turned around, staring at me like I just grown 3 heads. I probably did.
“I just wanted to say goodbye.” Forever. But I didn’t add that last part in.
“Bye.” She keeps running. Away from me. “I’ll be back for you, I promise!”
She won’t come back.
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After she was far out of sight, I tossed my hair over my shoulder and followed her path. It wasn’t hard—she always left a trail of strong vanilla perfume along the leaves. Stronger than the forest-y smell that I’d gotten used to. She wasn’t going to the train. She was going to plot. And plot and plot and plot, without me. They said I’m a part of their team. But of course, they lied. Alice lied too, and they lied and lied and lied.
I followed her all the way to the city. I couldn’t run that fast since I had just been abandoned in a forest for a day. Good thing Alice likes to “exercise” since I would be dead if she took a taxi.
I crept behind her all the way to the subway station, A perfect crowded day. She would never spot me. I was short and clumsy and weak.
“I got bad news.”
My eyebrows shoot to the ceiling. I lean in closer.
“The girl in the forest… she’s dead.”

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We've all heard stories about, and from heroes. But what about the sidekicks, mateys on the sidelines, and tyrants like @Luna-Lovegood-LOL? Write 300 words from the perspective of a narrator who is not the protagonist - either an original story of your own, or a fanfiction. What kind of role do they have in the narrative, and what's their relationship to the protagonist? 300 words for 400 points.

Daily - Mar. 3, 2023 - Jasper's Thread
wc : 317
title : beedle is confused, but he still likes you

Every time the adventurer came up to him, Beedle felt incredibly happy. Actually, Beedle felt happy most of the time, but especially whenever someone came to buy or sell. Beedle loved it when Link came to buy bugs, or to sell bugs, or to talk about bugs. He liked everything that had to do with bugs, especially beetles. Link didn’t seem that into them, but he always seemed to be nice to Beedle, and support his interests, so Beedle appreciated that. He was pretty sure Link didn’t like anything that wasn’t food; even that gorgeous princess of his!

Sometimes Beedle would be strolling, carrying his massive load (everyone asked how he managed to carry something so big, and the answer was that he just did. When you have so much you want to carry, you find a way) and see Link doing some… certainly questionable things. Most people didn’t run around setting things on fire, getting bucked off of horses, chasing guardians, or shooting bomb arrows at random things. Sometimes Beedle worried for his friend, but, then again, most people worried for Beedle, too. A lot of them had other questions for him, besides the ones about how he carried his load- why do you like bugs so much? Why does your face look like that? Are you okay? How come I see you everywhere? Are you following me? Sometimes they hurt his feelings. Beedle never followed people. He wasn’t that strange. He just liked bugs. Can’t you forgive a guy for liking bugs?

Oh well. No matter how bad he felt, beetles always made him happier. He pulled one out of his pack and smiled. He thought perhaps Link would like this one, or maybe Link would have new ones for him. Although, he thought that perhaps it could wait a little while- he didn’t want to cross Link when he was wielding a fire spear.

Daily 3: March 3, 2023
Word count: 424 words

Many people are choosing to write about fictional chatacers, but I though - why not base this off of someone who exists: of course, since I’m in the Non-Fi Cabin, it would make sense to incorporate some facts I chose to talk about Margot Betti Frank (commonly known as Anne Frank’s sister) as her story isn’t always represented in the best way. If you’re reading this, I hope you enjoy! <3

From other’s perspectives my life seems easy, simple - uncomplicated to say the least. Not to brag, but I’m a good study, a well-rounded person, and am practically favored by everyone. Getting all these praises and appreciation was good and all, but it always came with a cost. A constant doubt of honesty - did people actually mean it? Or were they just saying it for the sake of saying it? All you’’ve ever heard about me is mainly what Anne was telling you guys through her diary.

She pictured me like and evil sister that never cared an inch about her - that was not true. When we went into hiding on July 6, 1942 near my father’s business in Prinsengracht, Amsterdam I worried day and night about my family’s survival – especially Anne’s. Although I may not have been the best at showing it, I loved her to the bottom of my heart - she meant the world to me, even though I may not have meant the world to her. All she ever cared about was Peter; Anne abandoned me. But of course, as the understanding idinvidual I was, I certainly didn’t mind. After all, I shouldn’t be her only friend.

But, being isolated from others and spending time with the exact same people can get pretty annoying. At some point, you get fed up and just all of it to be over. I know about Anne’s diary, “Kitty”. She may think that no one has any clue about it.. Little does she know. She constantly projects me as an envious person, with an impudent attitude - even you actually met me, you would no this to be false.

To be truly honest, the pressure of the world crumbling onto me did make me quite angry and cranky at everyone around me. I often did take it out on Anne because I loved her so much. There was always so much pressure put on me to do the best. Who cares about learning all those languages just to make the days go by quicker - nothing is going to distract me from what could potentially happen to us.

March 3rd Waterfall's daily
481 words
Olivia POV:

I slam the door shut, only realizing that was a bad idea. “Hey.”
“OLIVIA, YOU'RE LATE AGAIN! AND STOP SLAMMING MY DOOR!” Well, Eliana wasn't in a good mood today. She glares at me and says, "Oh, for god's sake, just give me my latte. And I told you last time not to put half and half, only two percent! Ugh.“
”Yes, of course.“ I hand her her latte. Chances are, she'll spit it out if it's an okay day, and if it's extra good, she'll drink half of it and waste the rest. To my surprise, she doesn't spit it out.
”Don't get it from Starbucks next time, okay?“
”Yes ma'am, noted.“
”Well what are you doing just standing there? Go get my suit, there are people that need my saving. My saving. No time to waste, chop chop!“ I start to leave the room, and hear her talking to Emily. ”Emily, does my hair look good? I think I should put on some lip gloss. Saving the world, gotta look good. Ooh, do you think the paparazzi will be there?“ Emily has it easy, being Eliana's best friend. Well, actually, I kind of feel bad for Emily. She always has to calm down Eliana, and put her back without ticking her off. All I have to do is follow her orders. I guess that's an understatement, it is terrible. And everyone assumes I have the best job in the world, getting to work with Eliana everybody's ”savior“ and our city's very own superhero. Yeah right. Honestly, I'm still debating with myself whether it's harder or me or Emily, though.
”OLIVIA, WHERE'S MY SUIT?! THE PRESS ARE GOING TO MISS ME IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP!"

Emily POV:

Eliana used to be better than this. And yes, she's still my best friend - always will be. But she's changed since she's become a superhero. I've always supported her, but sometimes I don't know what to do.
“Emily, does my hair look good? I think I should put on lip gloss. Saving he word, gotta look good.” Eliana smirks at me. Her face lights up. “Ooh, do you think the paparazzi will be there? I do love having my picture taken. Although the action shots aren't always very pretty.” She rambles on and on.
“Uh, Eliana, you're supposed to be saving people, you know? That's kinda, more important.”
“Of course, you're right, as always. What would I do without you?” Eliana brushes her hair.
“Right.”
“OLIVIA, WHERE'S MY SUIT?! THE PRESS ARE GOING TO MISS ME IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP!” I sigh, but not loudly enough for Eliana to hear. I think she's a little harsh on Olivia. I mean, she's not her servant.
“Hey, Eliana? Don't you ever think you're being a little harsh on Olivia?”
“Well, I mean, that's her job, isn't it, right?”
“Right.” I frown.

March 4th Daily: Fictional Characters in the non-fi cabin || 417 words for Mango's POV because that's the one I'm counting, and 1353 for the whole piece (Maybe Nintendo character POVs coming soon?)

Lily
We were invited to this place, a place that was apparently going to be a “historical adventure filled with excitement, and maybe a bit of education”. Sure, two of those words sound exciting, “adventure”, and “excitement”, but that's about it. History? Can't stand it! Education? There's a reason I have a friend who's a literal textbook answers book. Rose, however, thought otherwise. It would be “a new experience for the crew”. Great, now, for a month, I'd have to deal with, ugh, I can barely say this word out loud without feeling sick, history.
When we got there, it was kind of what I was expecting. 3 girls welcomed us to a cabin, let us unpack, and then brought us outside. It wasn't bad at first, we got to play around a bit, take out our energy, but then… history came into the matter.
“I'm pretty sure you all know that dinosaurs roamed the Earth over 60 million years ago,” said one of the girls, kneeling close to the ground. “Well, for the next month, we're all going to learn about these massive creatures while also finding them! That's right, we're digging for fossils!” This was worse than I thought…

Ellie
Well, at least talking wasn't a necessary thing to do on this month-long adventure digging up multi-million year old dinosaur bones. Especially around strangers. If I had to talk around these 3 girls along with plenty of other campers all of the time for the month, I'd be stressed beyond belief. However, one thing was required in this that wasn't talking, but similar…
“I forgot to tell you, folks, but in this camp, we're also going to be writing!” said one of the leaders of this adventure. Writing, that sounds fun! It's not talking, but I can still let out my feelings. They went on to explain how we'd be writing, by following a schedule of a bunch of daily and weekly writing challenges, as well as multiple different types of competitions that just started making my head spin… I sat down for a moment, a bit more stressed out than I was a moment ago. The leaders went on and on about all of the writing and digging we'd be doing this month, and I found out that I wasn't ready for this. I already wanted to go back home and snuggle in a tight corner near my friends. But, that wasn't happening any time soon. So, I ran off to our cabin and hid in the corner of it. That's where I'd probably be for the rest of the month.

Rose
“Yeah!” I exclaimed, pumped for this month. “I was already excited by the education and history of this, and now we're writing as well!” I quickly grabbed a notebook, furiously writing words, and then counting my word count every couple of minutes. I loved this, and I didn't want to leave!
“How are you excited by this?” Lily asked me. “I just want to go home…” I looked at her, a little confused, then I remembered, she's no nerd, not even interested in writing stories, always refusing to finish simple math homework.
“Oh… well… you bring me on adventures all of the time, and, trust me, I like them, but I wanted to pick something to do that I wanted to do, and that I thought you'd like as well…” I explained. Lily crossed her arms, groaning.
“You think I like history?” she asked, sarcasm and annoyance in her voice, two things that I almost never hear.
“N- no, but-”
“Exactly! Why would you think I like this place? Ellie doesn't seem to enjoy it either, she already ran off!” Lily exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear. One of the leaders quickly did a head count to make sure everyone was here, and surely, Ellie was missing.
“We have to go find Ellie, come on folks!” said another leader, beginning to run in search of Ellie.
I then started to notice that maybe this wasn't the best choice.

Eva
I honestly didn't care what we did, at all. If we went home, we went home. If we stayed here, we stayed here. If we wrote, we wrote. If we started swimming, we'd go swimming, I guess, even though, I wouldn't understand why. I'm pretty neutral on all of this, as long as Mango's beside me and we're all at least sort of happy campers, we're fine, right?

Maverick
I am extremely confused! So, we're digging fossils, but also writing, but also now searching for Ellie because she mysteriously disappeared? I'm scared, intrigued, and puzzled all at the same time. Mango held my hand as we followed the leader trying to find Ellie.

The leaders, as well as some of my friends had been calling Ellie's name for hours now. This was way too long. I was starting to suspect that she was just… gone. Until, we passed by our cabin for a fourth time, and something just… clicked. Maybe she was inside the cabin. I escaped from the rest of the group and entered the cabin. Surely, my theory was correct! She had huddled herself into a corner of the cabin! I exclaimed her name out of delight and exited the cabin again.
“Guys, I found her!” I said, catching up to the pack. Everyone turned around in shock. I signalled for everyone to follow me, and entered the cabin. Everyone felt foolish and ashamed of themselves for not checking here earlier. I didn't care if it took us hours, we still found her, and that's fine to me!

Mango
“Ellie, we were so worried about you!” I exclaimed, walking up to her and Maverick.
“Yeah, why did you just, run away?” Rose asked. I had known that Lily and Rose had started a little argument, and this put it on hold, and now I was worried it would start up again. Which, it did.
“I was just… too stressed…” Ellie responded. Lily sighed, glaring at Rose.
“I told you, this was a bad idea! Ellie's stressed, I'm upset, we're all tired!” Lily yelled.
“Can't you just allow me to at least spend a day here?” Rose asked.
“Fine, but we're leaving!” Lily announced, walking away, grabbing me, Maverick, Ellie, and Eva with her. Everyone, especially Rose was staring at her. Ellie started crying.
“This is so stressful, not just the camp, but… I'm drifting friends apart…” Ellie said in between sobs. Maverick looked upset about what was going on, so I tried to comfort him. Eva seemed a little mad. Rose then followed us.
“Guys, you're all overreacting! Live a little, try something a bit different! It's not that bad!” Rose screamed, enraged.
“Oh yeah, you call this ‘not that bad’?” Lily asked. Both Maverick and Ellie were crying, I was hugging both of them, Eva had gone into her cat form, and everyone else was either disturbed, or nervous.
“That is because you're all overreacting! Gee, just, allow me to choose something to do for once, Lily, you selfish child!” Rose said, so mad, tears were beginning to form in her eyes.
“Oh, so that's what you see in me now, ‘bestie’? A ‘selfish child’? I don't think that's what friends call each other! They compliment them, and give them… what's that word?” Lily asked.
“Constructive criticism?” I suggested.
“Yeah, constructive criticism! Take a moment to think about who told me to do that, huh? You! You out of all people… I can't believe we're friends!” Lily screamed. Everyone was now really taken aback by what the two of them were saying. The leaders then came up to all of us.
“How about you all go home,” said one. “We really don't want to be dealing with this, so… we are going to ask for you to leave,” she continued.
That was the end of the adventure. Not even a full day and it was over. It was probably for the best. Maybe Rose could come back some day on her own. All I know is that we won't be going all together EVER again.

daily 3/3/2023 (pst)
hope you enjoy kinda rushed ^^

Lea would probably be very skeptical about S.W.C, mainly because of how lively and wonderfully chaotic it is. Being someone who is more reserved and dare I say scared of interaction for the pure joy of it, she probably would be incapable of easing up. Although she’s quite quiet and probably wouldn’t stir up any drama, she has can. As a camper, her sole goal would be victory. She also tends to act like a know it all in certain situations, meaning that she is fully capable of nit picking through someone’s writing and creating a harsh critique. Even when it wasn’t asked for. And so, with every message she types into comments, comes yet another disliker. It’s not that she is trying to, but her grammar and just personality in general can make her seem overbearing. She also finds lighthearted stories to be a sign of weakness– “if you can’t write angst, don’t write at all” may as well be her motto at this point. But, she does genuinely want to make friends, it’s just a bit hard for her. ❤ And with a community as wholesome as SWC, it’s no doubt she’ll find her people. ❤ She would definitely be a wonderful person to have in cabin wars, so if she decides that kindness is more important than her own judgement, she may as well be well respected in her cabin. Those sleepless nights would come in handy, and she would be ruthless. A murderer of the other cabins points, striking at the right moment. Let’s hope that SWC helps sully that cold heart from cracking, and rather invite a bit of warmth. Friendship that will survive through the dances of time.

i wonder how a paragraph looks in small

March 4, 2023

Dear Lyra,

I am happy to report that Elara is fairing extremely well at Thriller’s Masquerade camp! It has only been a couple days and she has already conversed with a fair amount of people. I am extremely pleased at how well she is coming out of her shell, considering that she has been sheltered her whole life.

I think you have absolutely nothing to worry about. From what I’ve seen, Elara has mostly been working on the projects she’s been assigned diligently. In the evenings she reads and sticks to herself. Of course, Elara isn’t being the social butterfly you are, but she seems very happy there.

I think the independence of the camp suits Elara incredibly well. She can make lots of connections and friends with people, but she isn’t required to talk to them 24/7. A lot of the work is work you have to do yourself, with the option of talking to people while you are at it. I think Elara really enjoys having the option to be independent.

She seems to really like her cabinmates. I’ve seen her have a good laugh with them from time to time. Her cabinmates also seem to like her from what I can tell. It’s nice that they both have a love for writing, so they can have something to bond over.

Nonetheless, I’m sure that Elara misses you dearly. She has told me herself that she does. But try not to fret over her too much because she’s gonna be okay!

Sincerely, Cressie

255 words

Poetry Daily #4
38 words

Knitting Needles
Yarn and sticks of wood
With a twisting pattern make
Something soft and warm

Headphones
Listen to the noise
Music, podcasts, videos
Leave the world behind

Scissors
Cut, clip, snap, and snip
Smooth, sharp, and reliable
Makes one into two

TwirlStar wrote:

Poetry Daily #4 - little snip <3

this is so cute ! i love it

Daily
3/4
150 points
257 words
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"It's been a few days since SWC started - hope you got the chance to get to know your cabin and give Starr lots of cookies ;D Imagine a character (either one of your own creation, or from a story you like) in your cabin. Would they get along with your cabinmates, or would a messy mango fight ensue? How might their personality react in that environment? Write at least 250 words for 100 points, and share your writing for an extra 50 points."
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Sticky the Stick wouldn't do anything. He'd just get stepped on and break into a million tiny pieces, scattering all over the Rebels' base's floor (cough Iris would step on him cough because she's a clumsy mess cough cough). He'd then be dead. But if someone saw him and brought him to the Cells, then he'd be held captive forever and ever, although he wouldn't know it. He's a stick, afterall! The Rebels could perform as many experiments on him as they needed and wanted, that is if someone brought him to the Labs. He's just special like that. Sticky the Stick doesn't have free will, seeing as he's a stick and isn't alive. But he's still a very important per- er, character! He'd also get along well with some campers- and horribly with others. Some campers would like him since he's as quiet as he is, and others would think he's hiding something. Maybe he's the one behind the kidnappings! But then they'd scrunch up their face, thinking through their life decisions about questioning a literal stick. He's a stick! He doesn't do anything! He isn't alive! He doesn't move, or talk, or drink, or eat! They'd eventually get so frustrated and snap Sticky the Stick in half. Some might cry, especially the ones who were closest to him, and Iris would take care and punish the campers responsible for this mess. How you can be close to a stick, I do not know. But it's like an emotional support animal. He's an emotional support stick.

Daily 4
I used an OC named Ione. :)
254 words


Ione would be the type of SWC camper to be really supportive and enthusiastic. She’ll try to get along with everyone, and she’d always be checking on everyone’s mental health. She would also recommend books to her fellow writers, since she loves reading. She also loves chatting, so she’ll also try to start a conversation with most of the people she meets. She’s a great writer but struggles with her typing skills (she writes at around 25-40 WPM). Even though she sometimes can’t submit dailies or weeklies because of her slow pace, she still enjoys writing. She’s not very competitive, but loves cabin wars because the wars usually last for hours. Sometimes, she will arrive at her cabin with a ton of mangoes (she probably stole them, but she says that she has a private mango farm) and give them to everyone she knows. If the cabin she was in has a very peaceful storyline (she’ll probably have TCTWNW as a preference), she’d be that one person who would enjoy the calm atmosphere a little too much. If the cabin she was in has a more scary or dark storyline, she’d probably try her best to help out, but wouldn’t enjoy harming anyone or anything. Some people might think she’s annoying because of her overly cheerful personality, but I think most people would enjoy having her around. She would also impress everyone with her writing competition entry. She would think it’s a great opportunity to see how creative she can be with the story.

Haylee is a very energetic and thoughtful person, around other campers she would be very extroverted and would enjoy talking to others. Mostly when she suspects some campers don't like her, she would get very protective of herself. In some cases you could say she's very two faced. Haylee would paticipate in most dailies trying to help her cabin win, while using all her effort! Haylee would be very curious about how the future may go or what plot she is playing a part in. She is a great thinker which would help her acheive clues and enter more escape rooms! When Haylee and her twin brother, Alex were selected to be in the Thriller cabin, she was quite scared. She thought there would be many people, who just gave her the creeps. Like maybe people who wore leather jackets and had like a billion tattoos. But while getting introduced to the others she would start to feel more comfortable with them, knowing they accept her by who she is. She's a type of person who would send a “Get well card!” to when other campers are sick. She is a very optimistic person and would do anything to help other fellow campers! She thinks this camp would be perfect for her! She has multiple stories that are just stuck inside of her head, and would love to share her unique story to others! She is what one might call a very “extroverted bookworm” and uses books to create her own in her imagnation!

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Keeper/Boo . She/her .

How to make a good picture not use pen

341 words
Characters:
Mouse–me
Iris–horror leader
Angel–one of my OCs
Cameron–another OC
Lainey Laresse–yet another OC
I tried to make this a bit funny, so I included two of my most difficult OCs.

Angel is an arrogant assass!n, and would not take well at all to being kidnapped and taken to the rebellion. She does not work well with others and will most likely start k!ll!ng people immediately–starting with Iris. Then she’d move on to the others nearest to her, and anyone with sense would cower, run, or beg for mercy–unfortunately, mercy is not something they are likely to get. She would follow a few people into labs and watch with disgust as some clumsy camper trips and falls into the purple glowing substance, dy!ing instantly. She’ll finish off the campers in Labs and move onto negotiations, where she’ll stop her k!ll!ng spree to look around, wondering what the heck happened to this place. Mouse would take her momentary distraction to try to stop her OC, pointing out that she isn’t a serial k!ller and that she would already be filling out piles of paperwork for those she’d already k!lled. Angel would not take this particularly well and shoot Mouse, who would anticipate the move and duck. Then Mouse would decide picking Angel for the daily was a bad idea and Angel would disappear, only to be replaced by Cameron. Cameron isn’t an assass!n, but she is a tomboy and a major troublemaker. She wouldn’t really attempt contact with the other campers but instead attempt to figure out the mysteries of the base, which she would do in a matter of hours and ruin the plotline. Then Mouse would realize that none of her newer OCs are a good pick to be Horror campers, and turns to her old OCs. Lainey Laresse would be annoyed at being kidnapped, but would totally understand the horror leader’s reasons for kidnapping her and immediately start helping the campers discover the mysteries of the base. She’d be supportive and encourage everyone to write, be friendly to everyone (even enemy cabins), cheer everyone on, complete everything on time (dailies, weeklies, cabin wars, etc.), and crack jokes in the main cabin.

Daily #4 (3/4/23)
100 points (plus 50 from sharing)
251 words

To be honest, Lilac would probably get along with everybody, unless she’s being influenced by somebody. But she’s super quiet and probably wouldn’t talk much or interact with anyone. She’d probably drift just on the outside of the group, silently listening and learning all your secrets and learning about all your interests and hobbies! She’d probably participate in everything, even if she did it last.

Bea would be a lot more into talking and interacting with people. She would love the competitive aspect of it all. And would probably try and start a billion cabin wars (she may or may not be chaotic good whoops.)

Stargazer would be interested with the Folklore Spell Shop. As a mage she would totally enjoy that. Even if she’s quiet and proper grammar isn’t a thing to her. She isn’t really the one for interaction or talking, even competitiveness, it’s childish in her opinion but, eh, to each their own.

Zoe is very small, but quite feisty, she would definitely like competitive aspect but would certainly enjoy the casual part of it. Though, she would be a little embarrassed about her hair and ears and other fantasy stuff that she has.

I guess finally Foxfire (who is a dragon oops I don’t have any other fleshed out human characters) would just enjoy the vibing part of it. She likes hanging out even if she is a giant dragon and could probably accidently squish you but, hey she has good intent, she wants to be friends!