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DAILY • 1st november 2023
For today's daily, take a few minutes to introduce yourself to your fellow writers and write out your goals for this session. If you're feeling adventurous, there will be mangoes for those who describe themselves as a childhood toy – are you a teddy bear, a set of dominos, or something in between? You can earn 100 points for sharing at least three goals in the comments - have fun, and happy writing <3

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Hey there y'all!! One of the things I am best at is talking (more like contradicting) about myself. So - hello! Bonjour! Hola! 你好! My name's Pixie, she/they/boku and proudly a omnisexual (came out recently!!) omniscient narrator-camper - soon to be a brand new category; the annoying malware virus online who won't stop bugging your community. I've come fresh from ArtFight moderation on Scratch (I was on other sites until now.. but shh) and I've spent the past two years jumping from community to community with one foot in TFCRP, a warrior cats roleplay group. If any of you are excited for Thunder, the newest book in A Starless Clan, hit me up so we can discuss theories!! My favorite character from Warriors (canon series) is Ivypool (SPOILERS!! if you know, come chat fav-it-cat emoji ), and my favorite character whom I've roleplayed is Pepper Nose. She is the polar opposite of me; and being an oxymoron myself, she was absolutely breathtaking to explore. I'd say I'm one of those full-power hydroblast waterguns that people war each other with at the beach, for a childhood toy. You can adjust my setting *cracks knuckles* and you'll find I have a lot of different drawers with unique personalities for each. My goals for my first session of SWC is to: improve on PQELs for the critiquaire so that my English teacher will stop pulling me aside about my not English-appropriate sentence structure, take part in a cabin war (never done wars with writing before!) and make connections and memories! (and also to learn to stop talking whenever I start… and stop crossing the line into irrelevant topics… and learn to actually process task instructions… there's a lot meow emoji )(I didn't even share anything about myself, whoops)

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I wasn't always happy being myself. For a long, long while, I would wish upon the stars that streaked across the twilight sky to… just not be myself.
Those times are over now, and I have found peace. But I would like to share my journey to self-understanding, and self-acceptance.

Online, I go by the alias Pixie - Pix for short, and many other names given by friends and acquaintances. I've spent thirteen years in this world, and I can confidently say that at least a whole month was spent wondering what the ‘other worlds’ were like. Even now, I do not always accept that said other worlds were no more than a figment of my imagination. An example of something I wasn't happy with for quite a long time was my birthday: the 5th of February, because many famous inspirations shared the same date. It should be a source of honor, yet I saw it as a source of shame.

As humankind, we are all unique and ourselves. However, civilisation and the status quo is certainly an eternal jail that we ourselves have trapped us into, by one simple factor. Peer influence. From my youth, I sought to be normal, or at least closer to our civilisation's definition of normal. It was like ‘normal’ was the inner circle; it was what everyone hoped for, and whomever was born closest to ‘normal’ would be immediately accepted - everyone else had to toil and work to become so. Even our governance, our supposedly wise leaders, they all encouraged normal. A set, expected basis for each and every single loyal citizen. This is one reason as to why the phrase ‘freedom of speech’ is such an oxymoron to me; is there ever freedom? Are we ever free to speak our voices? My parents had always lectured me to be careful of what I said, especially in public. They even had to go as far to allocate me one hour every evening in their bedroom, with curtains closed and door firmly shut, for me to rant and spill all of my opinions that society had apparently defined as ‘not normal’.

This started when I was rising through primary education. When one is below seven years old, they all blend together. It's the survival instinct of all us humans, except when we are fighting for our lives; and according to William Golding, we turn towards the way of the flies. I was extremely gullible and susceptible. I believed in everything. I liked to control everything - granted, which I still do now - but I also wanted to be good at everything, too. I spent 6 months in violin, even though I'd always had a preference for a drumset. I went to cross-country, even though I'd been told I had a penchant for sprints in breaststroke. Most of all, I'd be magnanimous and pretend to be a pacifist, even though my first instinct was to fight back - fight back hard. I never believed being myself would be a good factor. I'd believed that I had to conform and exceed everyone elses' expectations. Last year, one of my classmates asked me how was I ‘so perfect at everything’. I just gave a smile and shrugged, but it was due to the equal ambition and ruthlessness of both me and my parents when I was young. I knew ‘being perfect at everything’ was an impossible feat, but one of my fatal flaws - being egoistical - wanted me to play the mystery man. Sports? Swimming at a semi-professional level, strong 300m, taekwondo blue-belt. Those hours I spent as a child, sobbing and begging and crying so that my parents would remove me from swimming… pfft. If only I'd known they were doing it for my good. I'd never resisted, I just ‘tried’, because deep down I then believed I had to be the ‘normal, well-rounded child they deserved’. Languages? Eight which I could just scrape the surface of, but the days I had to be wrestled into sitting at the dining table to just listen and learn… Hobbies? Programming, supposedly through the genetics, and debating - which, to this day, I genuinely look forwards to with all my heart. Music? Piano, drums, vocals, ukulele, violin, recorder…

It should be physically impossible to learn so many extra-curriculars in just thirteen years of life. And I can confidently tell you that I'm not one of the extremists: there are people out there who have pushed themselves to do so much more. In my homecountry, I might have been top, but amongst the top youth there, I was absolutely normal. Which was actually a comfort to my younger self! While I cannot speak for these people, I pushed so that I would be the model child that I believed my parents wanted and deserved. Be grateful for everything you have, for some have less than you. That saying has been drilled into my head my entire life. I tried my best to fight the urge to resist and refuse to go to just one lesson, just one call, just one day. Because I needed to do my best with the precious chances my parents had worked so hard to give me! This may be true, but you are allowed a part in the choices too.

Fortunately, my life took a turn for the better when I met my Year Four teacher, who introduced me to debating. I'd pour my anger and frustration and years-on-end of being told to do this, learn that, because it was for my sake, into each and every logic-full, passion-filled word to shoot my opponents' arguments dead. My parents did it all because they wanted the best for me - which I do believe to this day; however I would always feel the oil below my fire, the guilt that they just wanted the best for me, and the guilt that I was too incapable of disobeying. Too weak to resist.

When COVID entered my life and my parents started planning to move countries, we all came online. No one was truly focusing during the endless videocalls that billions of students endured across the globe, no matter willingly or without choice. When I joined Scratch as advice to ‘channel my energies’ from my ICT teacher (she hated me with a passion, but I in turn made a point of bending her lessons into irrelevant topics. I'd say it was a fair relationship), I had also just started reading Warrior Cats. My first language isn't English, so I was behind as compared to the British and American children. I was unsure of what to do, and mostly programmed weird platformers that defied the rules of gravity (because I messed up the numbers LMAOOO, good old days). When I saw an advertisement for a Hogwarts CATS roleplay, it was the first community that I was vaguely familiar with as I'd read the Harry Potter series as a Year Three. (few people believe me when i say i read it 21 times since. the jury's still out on that one ) I joined immediately and met an older girl whom was known as Copper. They showed to two roleplays; The Hunger Games and TFCRP. While I left THG quite quickly, I stayed in TFCRP and rose up the rankings. And yes, I have moderated - and owned - many online communities; as a control freak it is a streak of my pride. I would say the history speaks for itself.

Upon moving to my current country, the many Scratch communities had bolstered my English and art skills (and programming, though I had been tutored in that from a young age) by a LOT. I'd never had any interest in those topics before, but Scratch took my life, turned it upside down and inside out, then handed me a huge load of molecules that I and others worked hard to turn into gold. (I love gold - symbol of victory!) I will forever be grateful to Copper and the many communities that I had messed with. Also for introducing me to typology, which is currently my obsession. ENTJ (A) 3w4 385 (3w4, 8w7, 5w4) sx/so D-I Executive Neutral Evil (or chaotic neutral) Fire-Water SLOEI LIE ET(N) VLFE Choleric-Phlegmatic. Slytherclaw, Cabin Six (slightly 8), District Four, Erudite. You name it, I've probably taken it. If not, I will make it my business to know!

Ahh… that there is an example of how distracted I was, and how irrelevant my topic became. Each Scratch community I've passed through has given me at least one extremely valuable experience that I use and treasure to this day; I have high hopes for SWC to do so too. Some of my goals for this session include learning to write relevant content only (to explain, many have suspected me of having ADHD), improving on my PQELs, and just making many connections and memories!

As for my self-dubbed autobiography, remember whenever you see that peer who's always getting top grades in every class: they fought for it, and you can too. I've cried myself to sleep many times, only to get full marks on that irritating piece of art coursework. Everything comes full circle.

I haven't quite freed myself from believing that I am enough, but hey-

It's a work in progress.
And that's okay

DAILY • 2nd november 2023
Welcome to the second daily of this session! Hope you're enjoying discovering what your cabin and storyline look like. In this activity, you'll be writing a letter to your future self. Mention any goals you have for this month, maybe talk about a writing project of yours? Anything you want to include is great :) We'll be opening these letters near the end of the session.
Write 350 words to earn 200 points for your cabin, with a bonus 200 points for sharing proof.

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To my dear, silly Pixie:


As you read this, you are likely thinking that “oH mY gOoDnEsS, me one month ago was a total iDiOt!!!11!1!!”
And I say that you are right.
Because each minute that passes, we all grow wiser; this is by such a microscopic amount, yet we do.
And now you're thinking that you were so cringey? Don't you always think that? Come up with an original thought for once, please and thank you.

Anyways, here are some tasks that you should have gotten done. Knowing your current track record, I don't doubt you are capable of doing so.
(that was sarcasm, by the way. in case you've gone backwards.)

• Your drama assessment. Maybe you should've taken control? I have no doubt in saying that you should've: no matter how much you respect your teammates, never trust them with leading. They're not as capable.
  

• SWC. Have you done all the dailies, gotten 5x your word goal, participated in a minimum of three word wars? And gotten to sign a declaration of war? Remember to satisfy your childhood dreams, idiot buddy.
  

• Thunder - A Starless Clan. How was it? What did you think? What was Wafflepaw like? Did you get the dramatic love triangle that never happened with RootBristle and Shadowsight, or has it been (blegh) NightSun with FrostSplash? Did you get to picture RiverClan living under a dictatorship? What did Berryheart and Lightleap have to do with it? You probably think I'm an idiot, but remember it's the second - Thunder comes came out on the 7th of November.
  

• Xeno. Have they finally come for a chat, or is it still good riddance? Gentle poke to remind you that you should have settled your disagreements with Kaye by now. What did Tau think of the horror book?
  

• Breaststroke. Got a better time yet?
  

• That forsaken Açaí bowl. Have you made it yet? Remember: proactive and ruthless. Few other things work.
  

Also, don't forget to rewatch Toxinoir and kickass. Try and get your buddies to take the other typology tests. Make sure you get revenge and kickass grade-wise so that you beat whoever somehow topped you in grades this year. If you're still thinking of taking Geography, reconsider.
And practice your piano. You're gonna get put in front of a firing squad soon - in fact, you're lucky if you haven't already.

As for advice… treat Punchy well. Have you gotten Tau their Secret Santa yet? How 'bout that city shopping with Kaye? Or the culture night? Or all your failed drafts?
…taken kaye seriously yet? they've deserved it by now

Have you regained in RBR? Not to make you feel bad, but what a waste. (okay, i was trying to make you feel bad.)

Are you a separate person from me, older and wiser https://scratch.mit.edu/users/pixzunami? Don't forget to take a shower early, so that you can get rid of that phobia. Don't blame yourself if you haven't gotten over the mangy woofwoofs.

Be happy, live and enjoy your life. 2nd November 2023 Pixie will be gone in exactly 3 hours and 45 minutes, and you will be soon too. Show your family some love, don't forget to go for your morning runs and drop by the library more. Both school and out of school. Six of Crows and #murdertrending, don't forget!! Make sure you get at least one full marks assessment… or at least within 5 of full.

Just love yourself some more, buddy, because this body and world isn't forever. Try to beat yourself up less.

I love you. You don't have to be perfect. As long as you strive for it, and will get there before it's your time, I'm fine with that.
It's okay to be a work in progress.


Bye silly!
scratch dot mit dot edu slash users slash pixzunami
PIXIEEIEIEIEIEIEIEIIEEE

(P.S. make a friend in SWC. Don't hang around Icarus - they have their own life too.)
(P.S.ii. I know you think I'm being stupid. Shut up.)

DAILY • 3rd november 2023
From rainy days to bookstores, pumpkins to scarecrows, fall is a season of many meanings in literature. Some of the most prominent interpretations of the season's symbolism are of harvest, new beginnings and prosperity, and entirely conversely, of endings, decay, and reclusion. In today’s daily, in 450 words or more, write a scene focusing on character dynamics, and convey them through the atmosphere using fall symbolism. For example, if two characters' relationship was just beginning to grow, you could use a harvest to symbolize new beginnings.
This daily will earn you 400 points, and an additional 200 points for sharing your writing in the main cabin to have others guess the mood.


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On this autumn day, I breathe in the burgundy and out the gold, the rush of a new horizon drifting through me.

My footsteps pad in rhythm to my companion's, and the silence between us is certainly janus-faced; to them it is a fragile spindle, capable of breaking every moment, whereas I have the upper hand - and we both know it. For a long moment, I let my umber eyes meet their tawny, studying every contour and meander of their face. What are they feeling? They had a far higher capacity to endure, to feel. That was what made them so peculiar to me, and perhaps I to they, as well.

— — not now. not yet. hold it for a moment…

I turn my head away as we crunch through the foliage of auburn; a sea of passion, and yet of bloodshed. In the soft light, the leaves seem almost playful, heartwarming, as the shafts of sunlight kiss the carpet of ruby, and each breath of steamy air fills me with… with hope. Hope that we can leave this day anew, and take a turn for the better. Both of us.

I find my eyes lingering on their motley harlequin cravat, before I slowly raise my gaze.

“I'm sure you're aware of what-”
No, that was too harsh. I feel her chiding me once again, giving a gentle nudge towards sympathy. My heart thrums in my chest as I breathe the chilly air out, cast my eyes to the azure-streaked sky, and begin once again.

“I hope we can make a fresh start, I really do.”
Was that fine? I hope so. It will benefit many, if that is true.
“We have both done many things that were not meant to be. In turn, we have both hurt one another, beyond measure.”

— — go on… say that you're sorry. let go of your pride.

Deep breath.. in… out…
“However, life is too short to cling on to one single part. So…”

I see the hope, the desire kindling in their eyes. Can I trust them? Will I trust them? These questions churn within the deepest chasms in my heart, twisting with enough power to force every vein apart and yet with enough faith to cling on to the edge of life with my fingertips, for them. Yet my brain screams for me to disobey; to undo all these many months' work. Because of all those times where I laid my dreams in multiple others' hands, and they had let them slip through the crevices in their fingers. All those times where I had looked towards brothers and sisters with faith and trust, all those times where I had confessed my deepest desires and lustful yearnings through the brush of lips against an ear, with the stygian ink splotched across a crease of paper. All so precious, yet so frail. All so invaluable to both of us, or so I'd thought…

Their demure touch brushes my shoulder, and I realise that I wandered into the other world, once again.

“I'm sorry. It was never my place to interfere, and yet I did. I did you an injustice, and I am sorry.”
Now their gaze burns into me, scorching and smouldering, but still with a flicker of belief.
My breath catches in my throat, as I stare at them, entranced and yet starting to be fearful.

— — come on, bud. open yourself.

I don't… I don't- I can't trust…

— — you can. think of me. think of everyone who had a hand. we all had our opinions, but we came together at the end.

Can I?

— — i believe in you.

I find now that my heart has joined my breath, lost in the void, and yet still - somehow - by my side.

“There's a lot of fire in me. It ignites day after day, eternally. But I am not the driver here, unlike the true world, I am simply a passenger. Carried along with the flame. Simply put, it is the master in me. Each day, I get better, and I harness a little bit more. But when I unleash the demons, I loose the reins. It takes me once again. And I took you too: took advantage of your faith and belief, took advantage of how purely and solidly you believed in me. I will get there one day, and I am here to ask you to come along for the journey. It will be a long one, but I hope it will be worth it - for the both of us.”

Visibly a splash of fuchsia drips across my flushed cheeks, and I turn away. Every single nerve, every single cell in me throbs with so much withheld pain from all the past seasons, even still, some hold still. They anchor me to this world, and keep my fire from burning this reborn link.

Was that okay?

— — only you can answer that. well done. now all that is left is to wait.

I breathe out, close my eyes and allow myself a small smile. Once I was Atlas - bearing the weight of my consciousness, my worlds, upon my shoulders. The baggage grew every day. But now, as I remove the last few chains, I feel freer than ever.

“I'm sorry too.”

Their voice, somehow gentle and piercing all at the same time, echoes in my ears.

I would have once thought that they were being rather selfish, in only saying so little.
But I now understand that many wounds only have few cures - one of which is time.
And I'm fine with waiting for them.


—


As we reach the wrought-iron fences that signal the end of the path, I stretch my fingers out, eyes tracing the joyous path of a ladybug as its dainty wings flutter towards us. I look at my companion, a wear-worn, teasing smile just dancing across my lips.

“Look.”

They smile in turn, pausing to admire the intricate patterning.

“To our new beginnings.”

DAILY • 4th november 2023
Today we're bringing back a classic SWC daily - constellations! Constellations have become a huge part of our society over the centuries, from using them to track crop growth, to navigation in the night, to even retelling legends about they were created. All of these constellations, including the Ursa Major, Orion, and Pisces, carry a variety of traits that make them unique! For this daily, you will write 400 words of either a fiction or non-fiction piece based on how your favourite constellation came to be.
Complete this daily to earn 300 points, with additional 100 points for sharing proof. Have fun!

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aloha, kanaloa;

today, we dance.
my makuakane taught us the stars today, and how we can always find our way home with them by our sides. there are so many, and in our journey to preserve the ways of our kupuna and beyond, we will learn it all. the lives of every being behind the diamonds in the black marble that we call sky, the hearts that pulse in synchronicity as millions look upon the endless world beyond the little bubble that we call home.

it is truly so beautiful.
i remember our manes rippling together as the winds giggled and shuddered, i remember the night sky which encaptured each and every one of my brothers' and sisters' awestruck eyes. each turn of the day to night is a gift anew; one where we could watch the threads of gold arbor across the ocean of obsidian, and see what it meant to fly amongst the stars. the night is pure and raw, and i felt so honored to see them as they are; the constellations a web of our civilisations with each a memoir of humanity, the art that was sculpted eternities ago by divine hands with the utmost care. it felt a welcome sight, especially with so many who had abandoned our ways and made the world feel so devoid of love…

kalahala i'au.
we all have learned so much, and i was particularly proud to hear my makuakane's throaty, melodious voice sift across the aureate grains that we stood upon. the many tales that he shared, all the knowledge he gifted upon us, i will never forget. i swear on my life that i will preserve the very vestiges of our history until it is time for i to depart this world.
one such tale that lingers in my head is of the mānaiakalani; the constellation within scorpius and the navigator's triangle. meaning ‘the chief’s fishline', as translated from our dialect, it is a reminisce of the demi-god māui's fishhook, which taught many of our brethren the sacred ways of survival. in a world with winds such subject to change, we are reminded each day of the discovery of new lands and beings, as long as the mānaiakalani shines bright in the sky. from the legend, the hero māui had attempted to pull the lands closer together with his fishhook. i wonder whether this is a symbol of the world we live in, and the world the other humans do. i believe in preserving our legacy and honoring our traditions, however, unlike what our kahunas said, perhaps the answer lies in finding inner peace with the ‘modern world’. perhaps the answer is to find an answer, together. they out there have made a gesture of peace, inviting us to see the stars amongst them on mauna kea, where - as folklore says - is where the galaxies caress our world. i do not believe in holding anger and envy. as shown by māui and the mānaiakalani, the solution is unity. even though we do not know whether māui succeeded in his quest to bring the lands together, i have faith that we can.

together, we dance amongst the stars..
as i write to you, kanaloa, the scarlet canvas slowly splatters over the twilight, and the haze of night gives way to the sun. though we are not so ‘modernistic’, i wonder if we were nocturnal, would we feel more comfortable dancing amongst the stars, and see them as welcome friends, see them as beacons of guidance and wisdom, sent with love from divine hands.

and one day, like the mānaiakalani, i hope we too can find inner peace and harmony, unity with the apparent haoles that wander our lands amongst us. and we can dance amongst the stars as friends.

me ka ha'aha'a,
kalani

WEEKLY • 2nd-9th november 2023
This weekly is all about Characters! Here we'll be diving deeper into how to develop motives, get inspiration for your characters, and build up a cohesive personality that has the potential to develop/grow throughout your story. In the end, we'll be tying all these aspects in - so get your thinking hats on! We can't wait to see the amazing characters you create!

TW • kidnapping, threats, Satanic references

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PART I

For the first part of this weekly, we will be looking at inspiration and how to use it to your advantage. Before we start, just know that plagiarism is not the same as inspiration, inspiration is when you take small ideas from a certain thing, or when you are inspired by it. Plagiarism is when you take entire ideas and ‘steal’ them, which is what you do not want to do. With that in mind, for this part's activity, we will be using the lyrics of a wonderful Taylor Swift song to inspire us as we create a character. First, go to this website to get a random TS song. Once you have a song, look up the lyrics.
Choose 1-5 lines that speak to you the most. Once you have chosen your lines, examine them carefully. How could you create a character out of them, how could you design their personalities or state of mind using these lyrics?
Write 200 words, focusing on character development through description and dialogue. In this character development, you should include personality traits, character background, and the physical description of the character.


Song • You Belong With Me (Taylor's version)
Lyrics • If you could see that I'm the one
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Who understands you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Been here all along
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So, why can't you see?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀You belong with me
(my friend picked these )


The pitiful whimpers of anguish and agony slowly faded away into dull acceptance. She'd expected at least some form of desperation or pleading, preferably both, yet it was clear that wasn't happening. What else could she expect from he whom was meant to be the purest, the holiest, though? To beseech such a dreg queen quite like her was probably far below his worth.

After all, how about the fables she had heard of what he had went through? The legends of his struggles, his heroism. And even the apprenticeship under the one and only, to guide him towards being the best being he could be… She jerked her thoughts out of this stupor. She hated it whenever her hostess would head down this spiral of being goody-goody; it made her head spin and sent her bullet-like contemplations into a temperament of turmoil, and what was once a deadly, serrated haruta blade into no more than lulling cotton candy that was even more useless than her godforsaken parents. In her world, there were only two viable paths: ruthlessness or passivity.

“Em.” his mellifluous voice, resonant as ever, echoed through the copper-laden plates that built this chamber.
“Em, please. Em…”

When had he managed to twist his gag off? And when the hell did he know her name? Did he know the identities of those within her brotherhood and sisterhood… who could have betrayed… who was… what if…

She slammed her fist downwards towards the panel, but there was no wince or crack - for her hand had stopped just a breadth of hair short of the edifice. Such power. Such precision. It was a natural instinct, really, especially when your impulses were honed from scionhood to prey on anger and fear, to hone into the nuances of otherkinds' emotions, to stroke and stimulate your host's darkest desires, and, eventually, to take life itself. When one had been subject to this harsh lifestyle for so long like she, she shouldn't be succumbing to the frailty and uselessness of possibilities and ‘what-if’s.

His voice, incessant and indigent, whispered through the hallways again, like a spectre of greed, haunting one's consciousness. She'd heard his type tended to do that; to bring light to empty canvases and whisper pleasantries upon those who'd faced a dark day. A dark day that she and her siblings had worked so hard to create! The indignance. Despite not knowing whom this legendary he truly was, she couldn't shake her intuition nagging at her, nudging her razor-sharp focus and screaming of this he's familiarity.

If they knew one another - and this was whom she suspected it was, she could not risk coming face-to-face with him. Ever again.

Because the last thing he said to her was “I love you”.

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PART II

For the second section of this weekly, we'll be taking a look at further developing your character further through the use of character sheets! Character sheets are often presented in the form of questions to be answered by the author/character creator, covering a range of categories from physical appearances to values and beliefs. Character sheets can help to flesh out a character, and ensure you're well acquainted with their qualities before you start writing.
In this section, you'll be filling out your very own character sheet - you should ensure you've written at least 100 words in total from your answers to the questions.

i. DOYENNE OF THE DEVlL

demographics
name • Marianna ‘Calamity’ Hellriegel-Haine (in her culture, the name is .–.- -.-. .-…–.-.)
nicknames • mara, mar, mari, anna, ria, em
age • 14 billion+ years ago - if counting since most recent reincarnation, 21 years aging with hostess since the awakening
gender • genderless upon creation - currently female (s.her)
sexuality • polysexual (49% male, 27% other, 24% female)
species • a figment of a human being's imagination - recognised by current civilisation as a ‘devil’, ‘demon’ and ‘brethren of Satan/Lucifer’

physical appearance
eyes • darker than stygian obsidian in the moonlight, framed by ghostly whiskerlike lashes
skin • bronzed, with a gilded sheen and spray of faint tangerine freckles
hair • close crop-cut pixie bob, with a large swath of strawberry-blonde shading one eye, and caramel tips drizzling downwards
build • above-average height, stocky and broad shoulders with well-muscled arms and just slightly cherubic legs, her corna are tall and spindly like the most delicate spiderwebs, and has a fairly short satan's tail with a mouselike curl
tattoos • tendrils of roses and thorns spiraling up her right arm, shattered glass near the X scar
scars • an X right next to where her heart is.. or does she have a heart?
birthmarks • how would you know…

gait • relaxed and somehow commanding, with a shadowy, temperamental aura of ‘shut up or i’ll kickass' and a slight edge of flirtatiousness
tics • nibbling her knuckles (BWAHAHHAHA such an amazing villainous trait), random bursts of very loud laughter (probably not sane)
coordination • fast, impatient and confident. every limb and muscle of her body is her property, and hers alone. don't touch.

general description • strutting in on ruby-red heels is a well-built and intimidating entity, with a pitch-black silhouette that fills the void of consciousness. she rarely ever stands in the light, preferring to use the shadows as a tool, to mask her true identity. if you are ever fortunate (or more likely so, unfortunate) to see who she truly is, be prepared to find a cloud of doom washing over you, be it physical or emotional. don't be insulted - with the arsenal of instruments to her aid at a moments' notice, it's just her usual way. with bronzed skin smoother than glass and yet with a baked golden edge to it, this is contrasted by a crop-cut pixie bob of her wavy hair that topples over and shades one eye. swathes of caramel highlight her strawberry blonde shock of hair, and unwillingly brighten her obsidian eyes, darker than the deepest twilight, framed by shattered diamond shards of ghostly lashes. if not for the almost voidlike color of her eyes, she might have been mistaken for cupid, especially with her arched bloodred lips. an intricate spiral of roses and thorns snake up her right arm, the nightly color matching her stern gaze. little do few know that there is a secret hidden amongst the dragon-pelt armour: a X-shaped scar neighbouring her heart, with a second tattoo of shattered glass embroidering the pink. when in resting form her mouselike satan's tail and ebony horns return, snaking upwards to kiss the sky in a majestic spiral paradoxing fibonacci.

history
birthdate • there weren’t dates back then… its a concept of civilisation. in her current reincarnation, she shares one with her hostess (21st may, 1991)
place of birth • from the belly of chaos and nyx, or maybe it was from the pits of heII… it depends on which religion her hostess believes in. as for this current reincarnation, it is caplo saint görans hospital
key family members • luckily (or perhaps unluckily for her), her parents were reincarnated with her into her current hostess. without going into the details, we can safely say she strongly dislikes her parents, who were on the opposing side of the current conflict inside her hostess. millions of spawned biological siblings over the aeons, but with only one relevant in their current saga: an older sibling, whom was once the golden child that turned towards the dark side.
friends • ew. more like allies… her friendships ended 10 years ago when she dropped out of ‘the good academy’ to pursue a career amongst the * (for this current reincarnation at least)
romantic relationships • numerous. most just business (which totally did not end up with multiple partners being declared sunset), and one or two for other purposes
alliances • any in the brotherhood and sisterhood of hell and the underworld - close circle is the house of heresy
affiliated factions • pits of hell, the *, house of heresy
previous factions • hell, the underworld

psychological traits
personality traits •
positive - passionate, clear-headed, confident, dedicated, efficient, persuasive, prudent, resourceful, incorruptible
neutral - alert, anticipative, challenging, contemplative, decisive, forceful, forthright, idealistic, logical, patriotic
negative - risk-taker, insouciant, flirtatious (overly), selfish, cowardly (slightly), treacherous, intolerant, traditionalist

mbti • estj-t . the turbulent executive
enneagram • 7w8 . the opportunist (unhealthy)
temperament • choleric-melancholic
typology set • ESTJ (T) 7w8 718 (7w8, 1w2, 8w9) sp/sx SLOEN Choleric-Melancholic Lawful Evil VFEL SLE ET(S)
non-typology set • Slytherclaw, Cabin 16/17 (Nemesis/Nike), District 5, Candor-Dauntless

mannerisms •
positive relations - somewhat friendly… in her terms, of course. still rather on-guard and wary, as though they might stab her in the back anytime. if she ever finds a partner to settle with, no matter romantic or platonic, she will likely become a huge control freak. among friends, she liked to arrange everything and choose all locations and activities. did not look down kindly at those who attempted to help her.
neutral relations (strangers) - that one hostile person who is overly dressed for everything. if she likes your look, she'll acknowledge your brief talent with a nod. if you smile at her, she'll turn her nose up or maybe glare daggers at you until you've walked away. otherwise she'll just purely ignore you and ‘peacefully’ live her life.
negative relations - are you kidding? don't even come close to this girl if you've gotten on her bad side. the first sight of you, unless you can capture her attention with a piercing memory (and send her into a spiral of thoughts) or some well-placed words, you're sunset. full stop. no other explanations needed. if you face her in battle, and she sees you, she will make a point of getting to you for slaughter as soon as possible, and mercilessly rid anyone in her way - with powerful anger and fury her driving force.

strengths • physical combat, argumentative, passion, resourcefulness, steadfast, logical, practical, strong beliefs
weaknesses • impatience, memory, knowledge, how to cook, somewhat cowardly, finding food, how to live, emotional torture for the underworld people 101
physical abilities • inhuman (or indevil) accuracy, tactics
magical abilities • …
physical conditions • none.. so far
mental conditions • apd, ocd

hobbies • practicing physical combat. she's extremely bad at emotional torture if compared to the standards of those in the multiple religious regions of heII, and if she does want to be accepted after answering her calling she must focus on her strengths.
skillsets • physical combat, resourcefulness, practicality
talents • being athletic. physical prowess. that's pretty much it - in a nutshell, she's just a traumatised, angry teenage entity who is the age of an adult
phobias • coming across her past and beings whom knew her back then, pistanthrophobia (fear of trusting people), philophobia (fear of finding close relationships / love), trypanophobia (fear of needles), ophidiophobia (fear of snakes), atychiphobia (fear of losing control)
pet peeves • micromanagement (she gets to control, not you), beings who are late, interruptions, loud sounds of eating *munch*, unhygienic beings (does hygiene even exist in her world)
obsessions • helping her newfound brothers and sisters win the war being waged against those of the heavens, avoiding people from her past so to not dig up old bones, pushing the house of heresy to glory and reign over the kingdoms of the *
bad habits • nibbling knuckles whenever nervous, being quick to flare to anger
desires • help the * towards victory! lead them (or drag them by their throats) if required. to avoid ever coming face-to-face with the family, friends and connections of her past ever again.
motivations • victory for the *, for the exiled
flaws • impatience, being quick to anger, easily emotionally influenced.
quirks • loud, melodious laughter. also sings in the shower.
secrets • shush
regrets • bigger shh
accomplishments • following her soul and joining the faction of her choice, instead of being bound by tradition the way she usually is

communication
methods of communication • verbal and she can read lips in some dialects
accent • piercing, yet tuneful - makes one pay attention. quite a loud being, but you probably won't wanna hear her raise her voice and face her wrath.
pacing of speech • moderately fast, tends to roll her ‘rrrr’s naturally. due to her current hostess, she may use multiple english expressions inaccurately.
laughter • very loud - think a booming stormcloud, add in a little bit of lightning, and imagine that it's coming from a hungry boy's growling belly. then multiply it by twenty-six. got it? yup. probably won't hear loads of joy in each laugh, but she sure does know how to laugh! never giggles. she considers it inferior.
gestures • very gesture-based person. wild gesticulations everywhere as she talks, fortunately her words are easy enough to understand or else listeners would wind up very confused.
facial expressions • shows a little too much emotion at times; this may make her appear vulnerable. she does have a poker face, though, she just cannot control it and it will randomly slip on and off.
word expressions • likes using big words to confuzzle people. tries to avoid doing that though, especially when talking to those in her brotherhood and sisterhood.

character growth
character archetype • lead female. also the main villain. don't ask.
core values • maybe she just goes free reign?

yall don't get to know about who the male lead is, nor the world.. yet

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PART III

Welcome to the third part of this weekly! Hopefully you're having fun <3 In this section, we'll be exploring character motives! Every character should have a motivation of sorts - it's the explanation behind their actions, and often contributes to the plot of their story. Before we go on, have a look at this lovely workshop written by Gigi (@Imacreamoo).
Once you're done reading, you should have a better grasp on what motives are and why they're important. This brings us to our next part: writing! Using what you've just learned, put the character you created from the last two activities into three different scenarios to develop what their motives are.
Each scene should be at least 150 words long (450+ words total). Think about what they’re trying to gain from each situation - try to keep it consistent! (ex. having a tendency to save loved ones/things) That’s all - good luck! <3


i. the RENDEZVOUS
“Erm, anyways, there's more.” Sounding flustered now, he pushed on, aureate locks floundering under a midnight breeze.
“In all the years we've known each other… it's been great. I've loved every moment of it.”

Em pricked her ears, eyes lighting with curiosity. Was he, too, saying his goodbyes?

“In fact, you've always lit up my day, whenever I see you. No matter whether it's dawn or dusk, you're always somewhere there in me, urging me to make the right choice - the good choice. It's probably because of you that I got in to the academy. You're amazing, Em. So thank you.”

Though the rest of his statement was less suspicious, the first phase made her frown. What an odd thing to say…

“We've known each other for so long. I've seen you meet many others, and you've seen me get to know other… females.”
That was true, and Em did always feel a stab of emotion whenever she saw Zee making connections with other females, but by how naïve he was, it'd always been worry and protectiveness to follow.

“I think you're an amazing being, Mara. You're the beacon of light that shines in the darkness of night, whenever I'm lost, I just think of you and your cheek that you gift, and I find myself.”
Now Em laughed, her pitch high and clear, with exhilarated glee. That was certainly one of his pickup lines… wait, what?
The hurt expression on Zee's face resurfaced once again, and that was key enough for Mara.

Oh, no. Oh, no. No. No. Why… No.

“You're the best gift I've ever received in my life. You're even better than the gift of li-”
“Mar- … Em?”

Mara's lustrous gown flashed red as her footsteps fought to run away, to sprint away from this whole mess of things. Never mind setting everything right. Never mind that. Just… run. Run, Em, run.

“M-Mara. Please… don't leave me.”

Her heart throbbed painfully, as though it was going to break free, and rip apart her chest while at it. Duty tore at her consciousness, but her passion for Zee still made her turn her head. He stood there, alone in the darkness, not a lamp able to reignite the broken heart inside him.

The sudden silence made Zee turn his head, and hope flashed in his eyes for a second.
She didn't mean to give him hope. That wasn't the mercy she'd intended.

“Please, Mara… come back. Don't leave me.”

The sound of his voice jolted her back to consciousness, and Mara turned away, the pitter-patter of her run reassuming its heartbeat.

“I love you, Mara. I- I love you.”


ii. the AWAKENING
Legend tells that humanity's inner angels and demons awaken when one has reached the treacherous age of puberty: 13. And within each human, a little-known fable follows the track of having the human made of millions of each beings, whispering in their ears, guiding them towards a path of good or bad. As the modern age has grown, so has the chance of unity amongst said angels and demons - creating those who many would know as ‘morally gray’ or ‘neutral’. But before that stage, in most cases, wars are waged between the years of the host or hostess' adolescence, namely when they are between the ages of 13 and 18. That is when outside influences, and also whatever lies in their heart, shapes the inner soul and builds the person they choose to come. Remember that it is the human who chooses their path, in the end.

Yet there are cases where the usually inevitable case of war was avoided - or, even rarer - the war was waged at a very late stage. The first case leads to even greater peace and prosperity, while the second has far more unpredictable consequences. Few of those who have survived the second have rarely not come out a sensitized person - they are not to blame, of course, for when ones evolved main angel and demon spend every moment whispering away, influencing your thoughts and beliefs when one does not have a sturdy basis of understanding, they wind up… different. At least by society's standards, anyway.

These beings come to life by a sacred moment in the stars: the awakening. It is spread across many eons of life, and no one is ever at the same moment as another. But these beings live inside your human; they live and laugh and love, they grow and discover and enjoy their own lives. Their one sole purpose? To help you discover your way, your beliefs, your morals, in this harsh and injust world. To hope that you, too, in turn, will help reshape our universe.

Multitudes of beings sat there, eyes wide, absorbing every single nuance and phase, all in that moment the same, and yet destined to grow up so different. One such being had a distinctive wave of strawberry blonde frizz protruding from her head, and she giggled as she was picked up.

“And you, my dear Mara, will play a significant role in our quest.”


iii. the CHANGE
Winds of change swam through the great sea of stars that dotted the evening sky, each pausing to sing their own melody. Some kissed the crop-cut bob of Mara's hair as their vessel plunged through the nightly clouds, breaking free of their silken bonds and sending a torrent of rain down onto the endless lands below. At the helm, she stood proudly, gazing into the horizon, a determined glimmer in her eyes as she stared into the void of her world.

There was so much that she had given up, so much that she had lost in, yet the rewards that she could reap were far greater than the price she’d paid. Therefore, it was a worthy deal, was it not? The meagre skeleton of her crew milled around the lower deck of the airship as she flew them towards the lands of the future. Just like how their Lord had once been a worthy angel, exiled and banished due to his mere curiosity, they too were the remnants of the society that had been exiled because their beliefs didn’t align with the civilisation-expected ones. What many so-called precious scriptures had presented as ‘their benevolent ruler’s kindness towards their betrayer, by allowing them their own people…' Mara jerked her head from her incessant thoughts. What had once been a mission to find her long-lost sibling had turned into her own enlightenment. Though her original objective had not quite been achieved, she was quite happy with the truths she had uncovered.

Yet her heart ached day after day for what she had sacrificed. Yes, it was certainly worth it, but she still thought - and mourned for what - and whom she had given up. She was far past her parents after their unforgivable acts, but there were her other friends, and her ‘little brother’. Was he even a little brother at this point? Mara was pretty sure she didn't have feelings for him, yet she would worry… and remember…

A harsh voice let out a raucous call, signalling that they were nearing the end of their journey.
Never mind.

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PART IV

Welcome, brave explorer, to the final part of the first weekly! You've just created three beautiful scenarios, now it's time to pick your favorite and expand on it, writing at least 500 new words and tying in at least 3 things from your character sheet. Keep your character's motivations in mind as you write, and make sure everything is consistent with the character. Good luck, and have fun! <33


She smiled softly as she watched her girlfriends toss the ball to one another, each catching the ball with appropriate gusto and majestic beauty. As their shooter let the ball arch into the silken net with a graceful pirouette, Mara let out a rejuvenated whoop, in perfect symphony with those also there for support. Though her cheer was drowned out by the raucous rallies of some of her friends' beaus, she felt perfectly peaceful despite the throbbing wrist injury that had prevented her from going on court to war with them. Little did Mara know that this would likely be the last time for a long time where she truly found inner peace.

Yearly there would always be hordes of females searching for their lifelong partner, though Mara; despite having experienced quite a few romantic relationships herself, found she was happier being single. She could respect those whom were seeking their lifelong companion, however she herself found that the combination of parental pressure on relationships and the expectations that civilisation naturally placed on their affinity did not fit the lifestyle she sought. To be fair, the young Achro - as they were now known; those who would not choose a side to belong to - sought a different path in life; one that she believed would give her far more jubilation and satisfaction. Letting out a cheer in turn with the crowd, Mara closed her eyes as she smoothed down her waist-defining gown. Tonight would be a big night, one where many aged bones would be settled, one where her world would take a turn for her betterment.

He would come soon, yes? It would be foolish of him to not do so. After those months of incessant reminders and indignant pleads to breach that topic, as Mara was soon to set off into her new world, she simply had to tie up loose ends. Her parents could not be helped, and few of her friends were joining her voyage… but there was him, who simply had to be accounted for.

“Hey. How're you doing, Em?”
Where did he come from again? Whenever sent down the spiral of her thoughts - admittedly a flaw of her hostess, which meant it would be a flaw of the new generation too - Mara found that she'd locked out the real world. His sturdy, caramel-hued hand caressed her shoulder as he came to stand beside her, azure eyes wandering out to the sportsmatch. Shadowed golden eyes met the warm gaze of sky, and his eyes crinkled, cornrows like bubbles as they bounced in the twilight haze.

“I've been good, thank you. What did you want to talk about, Zee?” she kept her tone even, fighting the urge to let her mellow smile sneak to her face. Mara had been taught to never show weakness through emotion, but with the man-boy who was like a younger brother figure to her, the fondness warming her heart. The usage of the alphabet as nicknames was the product of childhood mispronunciation, and was a homely point of joy in her life.

Zee's eyes sparkled with excitement, his shoulders beginning to bop up and down to an imaginary beat. She had a love-hate relationship with this phase of his, mainly because it meant that he would go off on a tandem, wrapped up in his exhilaration.

"You know the academy, Em? The academy? Well, guess what - I've been accepted! And got a scholarship, no less. I'm gonna get to train under so many of the best, and I could even make huge improvements to our world! Not that it's imperfect, but like… it's going to be great.“

In between the radiant grin of Zee, as well as the guilty, heavy drop of her heart, Em managed to pull a half-smile from this chaos. Resting her head gently on his hand, she fully turned her focus away from the game and onto him. They would follow such different paths… opposite, even, if he went. But of course he would; only the best of society and the purest of hearts would be accepted to the legendary academy. Em wasn't going to make any attempts to talk him out of going - she knew, from the moment she met Zee, as a new child to the neighbourhood - it was his greatest and dearest dream. This was going to have to be another secret, though, kept from the grandmasters that she was to work her way up to. But what was another secret amongst many? Likely so insignificant.

”Congratulations, Zee.“ Em hoped that her voice was as lustrous as his obvious joy. ”I'm happy for you."

She let it linger there. Really, what else could she say; without crossing the vows she had most recently made? Her arm began to tingle with apprehension, especially what with the newborn tattoo that confined it; a fresh reminder of what could evolve into a full-blown betrayal. From the diminishing of the light in his eyes, it was clear that he had noticed her lack of excitement. The hurt on his face broke her heart - and she hated herself for it. What could she do, though? It wasn't like she'd had a choice.

you did. Where did that voice come from?

“Erm, anyways, there's more.” Sounding flustered now, he pushed on, aureate locks floundering under a midnight breeze.
“In all the years we've known each other… it's been great. I've loved every moment of it.”

Em pricked her ears, eyes lighting with curiosity. Was he, too, saying his goodbyes?

“In fact, you've always lit up my day, whenever I see you. No matter whether it's dawn or dusk, you're always somewhere there in me, urging me to make the right choice - the good choice. It's probably because of you that I got in to the academy. You're amazing, Em. So thank you.”

Though the rest of his statement was less suspicious, the first phase made her frown. What an odd thing to say…

“We've known each other for so long. I've seen you meet many others, and you've seen me get to know other… females.”
That was true, and Em did always feel a stab of emotion whenever she saw Zee making connections with other females, but by how naïve he was, it'd always been worry and protectiveness to follow.

“I think you're an amazing being, Mara. You're the beacon of light that shines in the darkness of night, whenever I'm lost, I just think of you and your cheek that you gift, and I find myself.”
Now Em laughed, her pitch high and clear, with exhilarated glee. That was certainly one of his pickup lines… wait, what?
The hurt expression on Zee's face resurfaced once again, and that was key enough for Mara.

Oh, no. Oh, no. No. No. Why… No.

“You're the best gift I've ever received in my life. You're even better than the gift of li-”
“Mar- … Em?”

Mara's lustrous gown flashed red as her footsteps fought to run away, to sprint away from this whole mess of things. Never mind setting everything right. Never mind that. Just… run. Run, Em, run.

“M-Mara. Please… don't leave me.”

Her heart throbbed painfully, as though it was going to break free, and rip apart her chest while at it. Duty tore at her consciousness, but her passion for Zee still made her turn her head. He stood there, alone in the darkness, not a lamp able to reignite the broken heart inside him.

The sudden silence made Zee turn his head, and hope flashed in his eyes for a second.
She didn't mean to give him hope. That wasn't the mercy she'd intended.

“Please, Mara… come back. Don't leave me.”

The sound of his voice jolted her back to consciousness, and Mara turned away, the pitter-patter of her run reassuming its heartbeat.

“I love you, Mara. I- I love you.”

Mara ran.

DAILY • 5th november 2023
Today, Word Wars begin! They can be found here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/918963105/. Word wars, much like word sprints, are an enjoyable and easy method to earn points for your cabin! They're also a great way to interact with new people while also competing with them to see who can write the most amount of words during the span of the war. Word Wars will be open for the rest of camp - more information can be found in the project itself. Have fun!

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WORD WAR I • @Ilishaqueen (75 WPM) • 25 points

10:20
10:25

“this can't get worse, can it?” “sure, just give me a few minutes”

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Dear diary,
OHH MY GOD!!!! I'm so annoyed at myself today, I crashed into the swimmer in front of me when we were both swimming breaststroke on the back, which is even worse!! I hate swimming on my back gecause I have absolutely no sense of control and I'd jsut stare at the celiling and count the amoutn of tiles I've passed. Swimming is one of my most intesne passions however I genuinely hate swimming backstroke and butterfly because of how tedious and annoying they are. There's also my swim coach who loves making us do very very fun butterfly drills and that sort which is extremely annoying y'know?? He thinks I'm really slow whereas in fact I main in breasstsroke for my team and have won over 3 consecutive gold medals. It just really annoys me! One time, though, we had a really good coach who made us swim butterfly drills.

I'd uusually hate doing butterfly drills but he made us do double arms rounds which was actually really fun because I adored the feeling of my not very muscular arms propelling me forwards! Speaking of muscles, I actually once thought I had a six pack. How embarrassing is that? But anyways, I crashed headfirst into the boy who was in front of me (being one round ahead already), he was very tall and big and honestly I felt so mortified. The fact that for about 5 milliseconds I had been swimming smack on top of him?? Ew. I felt my stomach getting close to exploding and I had a humongous bump on top of my head from the crash. I'm pretty sure I even sustained a concussion. But then, a few roudnds and minutes later, I crashed into the barline, had to readjust my arm's angle when doing butterfly and injured my elbow. How amazing! What a great day.
With love,
pixie.

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WORD WAR II • @windowcat1 (38 WPM, i completed on phone) • 100 points

3:49
3:54

“Look at that pretty robin flying around!”

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the robin has gorgeous shades kf res and blue and brlwn and tawny and gold and i really do love it so so much. the colora glimmer in the sunlight and shine in the twilight with such glory and gold and aureate aura. the robin is so very regal as it flies around in the bright blie sky which is almost like a canbas wjth rows and rows of angelic cotton candy forming many different shape. me and the robin play hide and seek and it is so very fun as the robin darts through a cloud that is shaped like a lion and another that looks like a little dog wearing a hat shaped kike a donut! the clouds are tinted with silver and as the robin flies by it makes the fobuns wings glow with treasure hoddem in the folds. ugh i say i wish i could be as pretty as the robin. my sister says that i am just as pretty if not prettier but i really dont embelieve her. i guess it is true what they say about beauty it is on the inside not the outside rightv just like the song! i love pretty on the insidec maybe the robin inside is just as pretty as mine. i wonder what the robin is like to their fmaily and friends are they very kind or very bossy? i hope it is bery kind and i can see the kindness shine in the robins beady brown eyes as it lands in the credt of my hand. i smile and giggl

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WORD WAR III • @ReadWriteSing (32 WPM, done on phone) • no points

4:06
4:09

“dear diary, today i finally figured it out”

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dear diary, today i finally figured it out. to cacluctae a roghr angled triangle you need to square the longest side which i think we will call the hypotenuse and then square the two other sides which we can call side alphabet and side betterbet. if you add those rwo sides you side side hypotenuse!! how exciting os this discovery for the world of magicitians they will all be so proid of me right har har! im so proud of myself too and my family are all really happy with me. we wnt to the roman baths as a celebration for my genius discovery. now what to call it? i think it needs to be named agter me so that i can become a god in history so it will be called
with love,
pythagoras

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WORD WAR IV • @freeIy (60-80 WPM) • no points

7:38
7:41

no prompt set
TW • spoilers for newest Warriors novels

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I literally cannot wait for the newest Warrior Cats book to come out. So many critics have said that the Warriors series is slowly going downhill, but I strongly disagree. The newest Warrior Cats arc; A Starless Clan, centers around RiverClan and their subsequent loss of two of their authoritarian characters; Mistystar and Reedwhisker. I thought this was quite a shame because I really adored Mistystar as the sweet ol' grandmother who would randomly turn to being bossy and argumentative! In addition, I also don't really think much of the NightSun ship - Sunbeam was a literal warrior when Nightheart was a kit, and I don't have a liking for couples with huge age differences and zero reason to be together other than ‘we liked each other’. It's a novel to entertain, for goodness' sake! Please come up with something entertaining. It also doesn't live up to the expectations set by Rootspring and Bristlefrost (I cried for the next hour, how dare you Erins) - their romance with heartbreaking, filled with warmth and absolutely bittersweet too. I particularly adored the Frostpaw-gets-attacked sector, however, because it did take a slightly different twist than that of Shadowsight's from the previous arc. I really hope that

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WORD WAR V • @Strawberry-Lemon (71 WPM) • no points

no set time

“all my life i longed for it to come true. now it finally has.”

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I don't believe, physically or mentally, that this prompt is possible to complete. As I stare at the large, sheeny screen of my laptop, my eyes desperately scanning the words, I find no loopholes or pathways to a tale worthy of being told. Perhaps I am simply looking at it the wrong way… but is there anything that we can truly wish for in life, for our whole lives? From the microsecond of being born, to the current moment where my fingers are tap-tap-tapping away at the modernistic, sleek keyboard? I find my middle finger irritatedly pressing the down arrow key, which has never really managed to settle in. This was to be expected, of course, due to the amount of times I've played video games and spammed the poor injured key. It's not my fault, though. I cannot put my reason into words, but it simply isn't my fault.

How can you long for something ‘all your life’? When you are a newborn, I'm sure one has far more important concerns than to make a wish for their life. Even the most successful influencers, entrepreneurs and just human beings in general likely have not been dreaming for success from the second they slid out of their mother's womb. How about the babies who were born with asthma, or had excessive liquids in their heads? Wouldn't their first priority to breathe and simply live? Perhaps this could be this ‘it’ that we, as humankind, long for it to come true from the exact, mere start of our lives. To live. To breathe. This too is the barest minimum that life can possibly give each being that enters this harsh world that is almost devoid of love. I suppose now that my apparent lifelong yearning has come true: living. Realising this truth. That we all already have so much, and we have been given so much, so much more than so many of our brethren. Think of those who died at birth. The potential, the chances they could have had in life. Those who died at a young age of sickness? Everything they could have missed… We have so much. And we should be grateful for it.

There is, of course, a line. A line toed through the sand, which should not be tampered with usually by others' influences. Sometimes I wonder where the root of all misguidance started; for there was always a person previously involved in the affairs of those who had turned ‘evil’. Were the myths that we humans created as figments of our imaginations true? Is there really a Satan or Lucifer, the embodiment of all evil, the root of all unholy? So many unexplained phenomenons by this universe. Peer influence is a key factor in today's society and civilisation, however there are those who are capable of both cleansing and poisoning your mind from the very start of our very short lives: family. As much as they may tell you to be grateful for all that you have, and compare you to those who have less - is this just? Is this meant to be? As humankind, aren't we all meant to be equal, both in the eyes of our divine entities and one another? Keep in mind that equal in not same. Those times, as young and inexperienced children, where we would rage and whine against having to go to instrumental lessons or sports clubs? If we truly did not want to, why should the young feel grateful still? Do the parents need to show more lenience, and send the fees for said tutoring off to charities and organizations who are in a better place to help our less able fellows in our world, instead of forcing their children to unwillingly endure lessons of this and that?

Life is a precious creation, and to have this gift we certainly must put it to good use. There is no point in dwelling if you want to talk to the ‘pretty kid’ or the ‘smart kid’ and fear that they will reject you. Why fear? What bad consequences could happen to destroy the balance in our universe? Embarrassment is perhaps as far as our minds can take us already. But there are those who have faced the unknown, and beaten them, by simply having one wish come true: the wish to live. We all have this wish, and it has finally come true.

Treasure it.

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WORD WARS • 6th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @bohemian_ (75 WPM) • 100 points

6:44
6:47

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life is such a precious thing and we must treasure it so so much. think of all the corpses and deceased fellows of humanity who have not been allowed to experience the beauties and joys of life. simply to breathe and to feel is a gift in itself. can you imagine a life where we cannot see anything, touch anything, or hear anything? that would be a life devoid of all the pleasures we enjoy and yet do not feel grateful for or maybe even respect nowadays. it is truly a painful thing to see those who have been unfortunate enough to loose their sight or ability to hear the twitters and melodious calls that echo through our beautiful world, however they especially are grateful for the fact that they have been able to enjoy the pleasantries and joys of having this ability as compared to those who died young or were without any of these chances. we must treasure life and all that we have for this reason. another factor to remember is clean drinking water. have you watched mrbeasts newest video building 100 wells in africa? those young children and all the adults who have spent their entire lives there, calling them home, have never been able to enjoy clean, delicious water.

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WORD WAR II • @FairyAyla (19 WPM) • 25 points

11:08
11:13

“The last thing I expected to meet was a mango.”

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the last thing on earth i expected to meet was a mango. the mango had a delicious sounding voice, with gorgeuous trills and melodious riffs that it whistled out of its stem. i really loved seeing this mango, for the ripe banana shades were truly mangolike as the sheeny skin glimmered in the sunlight. the mango's reflection when i dipped it into a pool of water was of a bright, shining, happy mister sun, just like the one we all grew up with seeing on tellitubbies the show.

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BI-DAILY • 6th-7th november 2023
Welcome to the first bi-daily of the session! We'll be exploring skills on providing background information through actions or dialogue. First, head on over to Gigi's workshop on this to learn a little more about doing this! https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/7630630/ Then, write a scene where two characters are having a conversation, and one of them reveals something about themselves through dialogue. You should write at least 550 words for 400 points, with a bonus of 100 points for sharing your conversation with us

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In the early morning, the buds of the world rebirth anew, daylight wrapping the hues of our lands. A steady pitter-patter of footsteps had always been the sign of nascent rays to come; soon to be followed by the melodious calls of brightly-colored plumage that reverberated through the windows, a soothing lullaby. For the man cloaked in pearl, it was a reminder of inner peace, of solitude and innocence as he could lose himself in his childhood memories, aimless and unknowing. When such a blessed moment of serenity came by, the man could allow his thoughts to linger amongst the aviaries perched on rooftops, birthing dulcet melodies and watching the world come into focus.

The sizzle of the duet stoves let out a cinderous fume as it burst to life, soon to be followed by the fragrant smell of honey drizzling over the crisp pancakes. As he stared out of the window, lost in his trance, the man found it was kinder to burrow deep within the embodiment of the moment, where time was frozen, where eternity was bequeathed like Santa with his gifts.

Click-clank. As the bamboo door swung open with a silent whoosh, it revealed the figure of a tall yet slim teenage girl, not yet grown into the phase of being comfortable in her body. In contrast to the man with his swathes of beige majestically sweeping over the ground, she was dressed in simple street clothes, with a blazing scarlet armband embossed with piercing farmers' scythes. When both their eyes met, it was followed by a hollow pause as they seemed to flicker their gazes away to any point other than one another simultaneously.

Even though both were meant to be the most enlightened of society, it was clear that they were going to avoid their fate, and pray that the other fall into it for them. Whomever would be foolish - and yet courageous - enough to breach this silence would bear the brunt of the consequences, it seemed.

“Um.”
“Good morning.”

From the first second, it seemed that the girl had just marginally won - or perhaps lost.

Almost immediately, a splatter of scarlet appeared across the girl's cheeks; clearly triggered by hearing this mysteriously-dressed man's voice. When the man broke the silence, it was evident that he wasn't quite as old as his aura or façade would make him appear to be. His eyes crinkled like sandpaper with a wear-worn edge, his eyes sparkling with sympathy - though mostly compromised with wariness, too.
“Go on ahead. I do believe we have quite a bit to cover.”
The slightest tremor in his tone made it clear that he, too, did not want to go over this treacherous topic.

“Um- ah, um…”
The girl felt her blush kiss the tips of her earlobes, and she ducked her head, even dropping to her knees with a clatter. Almost bizarrely, it was as though she was in prayer to the fates to present her as almost innocent.

It spouted from her quickly after that, one word after the other, a stream of consciousness exploding with the power of a savage thunderstorm.

“What happened last night; I want to make it clear that I had absolutely no intention of harming you. I hope I haven't insulted you, please, and I hope I am not beseeching you here either. Please, please, forgive me! What I had hoped to uncover and explain to you was quite the opposite as to what you likely saw me doing. Very much the opposite, in fact!”
As the girl spoke, her brunette hair began to sway with each imploring word, and her voice rose higher and higher with each second.

The man allowed himself a small smile, though his relief was evident as his shoulders sagged.
“Go on, Susan.” he responded, still keeping up his ever-neutral semblance.

“From the very first moment you crossed paths with me, I have always been - and likely will always be - absolutely awestruck by you. You have always gleaned with the kindest mercy, and with the most understanding hear. You have always shown your due diligence, but extended sympathy to those who have been willing to accept their fate. And for those who have not, your sacred goal of purifying the world is of the most honorable.”
All this Susan meant from the bottom of her heart, and while she was never really one to fall head over heels, she clearly had here.
“Since the first day you took me on as your apprentice, I had always loved you, Michael. And I know I always will.”
Taking a deep, seemingly overdramatic breath, Susan continued, fighting the urge to stop embarrassing herself and her pride.
“I- I never meant you harm last night. I know that in our world, such relationships are forbidden. B-but…”

Faraday stepped forward, the scythe seemingly younger than he appeared now. He laid a hand on Susan's shoulder, eyes unreadable, though glimmering with some form of emotion.

“Thank you.”

WORD WARS • 7th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @SnowdropSugar (70-80 WPM) • 25 points (awaiting results - i have 325)

8:34
8:38

“all my life i longed for it to come true. now it finally has.”

TW • spoilers for the newest warrior cats book

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i've always been an extremely very nitpicky person and i always require the bestest of the best from everyone and everything. one such example of these cases are books. i've always been a huge fan of books and i love love adore reading all the time, no matter how busy or tired i am. but i'm always very very nitpicky with books too like i will always be able to find something wrong or something that i dislike about them. for my entire life, i've always longed for a book that is perfect - or as near perfect as can be. and i think it's finally arrived!

this was the newest warrior cats book, which just came out today (how exciting!) i woke up at 6am to read it and god * it was so worth it. the mother of the protagonist was the mastermind, who was double crossed by the protagonists lover who was also conspirationing with the mother to take leadership of their very religious group. *. and double *; the protagonist had been attacked twice and nearly killed once! but i honestly loved this book. all my life, i've dreamed of having the perfect book. and apart from the protagonist not secretly being the antagonist in disguise, this was near perfect. the ptsd, the trauma… like i love the character and all but this super unexpected plot twist?! go read it as soon as possible i am begging you. it is called thunder from the warrior cats series! just came out today, heheh. and most of all, her lover has now persuaded someone to fake religious messages from their holy scripture (like how insulting?! bruh) and dub them leader. her lover, if in human years, is just around 16 years of age. dude like woah? are you deluded? i love you and the book and all but that is seriously silly. what an amazing book! my dream has finally come true <3 yay

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WORD WAR II • @27coding_crazy (60 WPM) • __ points (awaiting results - i have 244)

8:44
8:49

“The last thing I expected to meet was a mango.”

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wait, what? the last thing i knew; i was taking this calming, crisp, leisurely walk through a forest. the leaves were bright sunny yellow - weird counter one - and the ground my muddy cashew boots stood on were a delicious looking honey. maybe i could even see these funny little buzzing creatures fluttering and bobbing around it! were they bees? with my extreme fear of bees; i sincerely hoped not so. but like… if they were, i'd better run. digging my feet into the ground i dashed and sprinted as much as i could, but when ones feet are stuck in endless layers of honey that you thought was the floor, slowly gnawing away at your consciousness and physical body, you can't really escape. it was truly such a pity! so i gave way to the blackness, shut my diamond lashes and let out a whispery small sigh. please be kind to me. when i woke up, i saw one giant caricature - and yet a beauty - which many may know as a mango. the last thing i expected to see was this ripe, yellow, sunny, happy fruit! but mangoes are delicious - and after spending just over a week online in scratch's writing camp, where my cabinmates' siblings were very obsessed with mangoes (yes, i fully lay the blame on them) it probably was an expected fate. i just wish it could've been kinder! seriously, mangoes? you send your buddies to absorb me and eat me?

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WORD WAR III • @windowcat1 (39 WPM; i completed on phone) • __ points (awaiting results - 174 on my side)

10:11
10:14

“dear diary, i figured it out”

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dear diary today i finally figured it out! i dont know what i figures out but inknow i definitely figured something iut right? im so amazing, hee. perhaps what i figurd out was what the it is. i figured it out, that it. what is it? is it an it? it is such a general term that it can apply to pretty much everything, how very superbly amazing! i love its because it is truly a magical term i know right? it is life. it is death. it is mangoes. it is that banana colored yellow trashbin by my side. it is the shole universe and all other worlds combined. they are all it. how magical, i would say i am a genius, am i not? congratulatioms to me for figuring this out of what os the true identity of what and who it is. it is truth. it is lies. it is it, and in being so, it is still never the less it. it is key to solving the worlds problems a

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WORD WARS • 7th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @syrozenne (80-85 WPM) • 25 points (awaiting results - i have 202)

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“We can’t eat him, it’s Thursday.”

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today is not thursday but i suppose in another universe it is thursday so we cannot eat him. that would be against the laws. nope. no eating. no more eating naughties!! we can't eat him. cannibalism is for all other days but not thursday - thursday is the holy day. are we eating him for cannibalism again? is the purpose for cannibalism? have you ever wondered whether other plants and beings that we eat are actually hes or shes in disguise? have you ever wondered whether the greeny delicious scrumptious broccoli that you bring to school, or the crisp cabbage that you have with the chinese takeaway is actually a creature with a precious family and dear, funny friends just like you and me? how would that make you feel? imagine if there was a greater being that you or i who ate us for food. being plucked from our families day after day by these strange weird hairless bony creatures to be eaten and chopped and diced by their shiny steak knives. i like steak knives, they're so shiny and pretty and detailed. but yeah.. thursday is thy holy precious treasured day. we can't eat him, whomever he is, because its thursd

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WORD WAR II • @MouseLoverr (35 WPM) • __ points (awaiting results - i have 311)

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stress is such a painful thing right i am so freaking frustrated right now. i have a mountain high and probably very very much higher pile of homework to get done which is a total pain like WHAT?? teachers really don't understand how much stress they put on us huh. back in their time, because they had a lower amount of homework to have to get done they had less stress. an oxford professor took the statistics of us middle school students and apparently we have a higher stress level than that of asylum patients in the 1940s. like how insulting is that? teachers surely you've saw that report and you still insist on giving us that mile long analysis of those 5 pages of maths questions. the most ridiculous, however, is a biology teacher that i had today. they gave us four pages of questions. each page has eight questions on it, and each question has 5 lines that she expects us to fill in. i am not a teacher's pet and so i will not do it. how dare you suggest i write over 4323+ words for such an assignment? i will willingly do two pages - that is fair - but how about the extracurriculars and out of school activities that we participate in? how do you expect us to have any career potential if you drown our lives in homework? i play multiple instruments, and my most advanced is piano. i am on grade seven and my teacher last week had to freaking threaten to fire me. if only she knew i wish i could practice, but i can't because the academic streak is what goes on the record and not the musical lessons which are probably more useful for my future. hello? i want a future. stop limiting us. change this crass education system for the betterment of

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DAILY • 8th november 2023
Today, you’re going to do a bit of self-reflection! Remember your life when you were younger, think of your life now, and imagine where you’ll be in the future. Then, write a fictional conversation between your past, present and future self of at least 400 words! What questions would you have for yourself, in, say, 10 years? What advice would you give to your past self?
This daily will earn you 200 points, and make sure to share your conversations in the main cabin for an extra 200 points!

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Welcome to the trialogue. Where are you, exactly? That is a question truly worth asking - you are somewhere in the expanses of Pixie's mind, lost between the past, the present and the future. Just like how all the worlds in this universe are all just a figment of our imaginations. Many have gathered to watch this conversation: all of them memories, of course, but some still hold influence over one another. Enjoy your time with us.

LUMI • the Pixie of the past. She was the luminary of many's lives, and a hard-working, people-pleasing young lady.
PIXIE • the Pixie of the current. They are a fierce and stubborn being, and boku prefers to fight for what they want, fire the essence of their heart.
ARI • the Pixie of the future. They are who Pixie is in the middle of working towards; however they still are extremely unrealistic and have absolutely no sense of time. It will certainly take more than 10 years for that to change.


PIXIE : Hello, losers. Or should I say winners? I hope you are a winner now, Ari. We've always been extremely competitive and always fought for what we wanted, and hopefully that's finally paid off. I would be in university when I become you. Hopefully you've achieved something.

Pixie left the chat because they spiraled down a hole of ADHD

ARI : I've definitely achieved something. It certainly depends on the way you see it, though, and what you believe is an achievement. Wakey-wakey… earth to younger me… god, was I diagnosed for ADHD again? Or was that something else?

LUMI, quietly : Does that mean I'll overcome my distractions soon?

ARI : I don't know, bro. I'm sure you will, but we've all got different choices ahead of us, despite them being the same path.

Pixie joins the chat

PIXIE : You're kidding me. I still ramble on about this and that when I'm meant to be older, and wiser? Let's get to the juice, Ari.

ARI : Did you know, you will actually develop an adoration for milk. Oat milk, in particular.

LUMI : That's not juice. And milk is ew. I have it with my muesli every morning: my auntie makes it with delicious Chinese-style berries, under the orders of my grandmom - it actually kinda spoils it!

PIXIE : Not talking to you, younger me. And Ari, milk isn't juice. Don't tell me you studied Geography and then went on to do a course in Quantum Physics. I want law. I wanted law. You also better have a side hustle, too!

ARI : Chill, belle moi. There are dangers in revealing everything that we know to our past selves, and by being rude to your past self; pixzunami who actually was quite brash, rebellious and a bit of a bully, you are driving them towards a negative path.

PIXIE : Me, a bully? Shut up.

Manic laughter sounds; Pixie leaves the chat for some random reason.

LUMI : Is that who I'll become? Boku doesn't seem very nice. I wanna be a nice person

ARI, sighing : She's just bossy, that's all. You got any questions, bud?

LUMI : Yeahh!! Do I wear makeup? Do I become a pop star and sing on top of Broadway with Taylor Swift and Katy Perry? Do I go onto HK Morning Television? Tell me, tell mee~

Lumi zones out, singing a lullaby that appears to be a cross between London Bridge and Oh McDonalds.
Pixie returns to the chat.

PIXIE : I wanted to do that?

Pixie's manic laughter ensues. Ari can't help but show a smile.

ARI : You'll do great, belle moi. Egoistical as always, of course, but as long as you remember to preserve your health and body well, keep your mind speeding at its current pace, keep up your relationship with your family, and treat Punchy and Mar well, you'll be great.

DAILY • 9th november 2023
"You walk into the main cabin as a shoe flies past your head, you turn around in surprise but find no explanation. “It’s Chaos Never Dies Day!” A voice says as if reading your mind. “Some campers decided to cause some mischief, and now, you can only talk in third person!” Your eyes land on the bulletin board in front of you. You see the words, “Roleplay Day” in big letters. You sigh, realizing it was going to be a long day.
No points for this daily, but have fun ;)

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tracker for all SWC roleplay comments i post today!

WORD WARS • 9th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @Dreamy-Star (35 WPM) • 25 points (awaiting results - i have 322)

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“We can’t eat him, it’s Thursday.”

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today is genuinely thursday omg what an amazing gorgeous stunning coincidence!! today is the precious holy super cool swag pog awesome amazing day (did you read the previous one if you know you know) so how cool. i can't wait to go out and play on the beach that is made of snow and lick some ice cream made of hot chocolate and turn the world upside down once again… wait. what? when did the world go whoopsy-daisy and spin and swing and flip to be inverse? wasnt ice cream meant to be made of ice cream, the ice and the cream? and isn't the beach made of the golden trickles of time that have almost endless grains that are capable to be wandered upon for the entire whole of eternity? isn't this a world where we are stuck in? is this world of our own mind's creation where love is devoid and hatred is whole?

today i step out into the black hole which we can call my world. the streets are empty; in fact they are not even streets but rather empty crevices of barren bushes and boneless skeletal trees that sway depressingly in the breeze.. except there is no breeze. where am i standing really? as i look down the ground splits and opens to show big white bulbs with a large yolk of pale sky azure sapphire blue. they glimmer in the darkness - apologies, as there is not really a darkness rather the nothingness - with what seems as though a speck of sadness. a silvery fork with roses emblazoned daintily and beautifully down the side appears in one hand, and a pure imperial gold glinting in the void in my other.

but i remember. today is the holy day. today is the important, treasured day. today is thursday. and because it is thursday we cannot eat him. or her. or them. it is thursday. live together. laugh tog

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DAILY • 10th november 2023
For today's daily, we'll be honoring Armistice Day, which will commemorate World War I tomorrow. Poppies, as you may know, often symbolise the war. With that in mind, you'll be writing 550 words for 400 points (with a bonus of 200 for sharing proof) about a historical time period of your choice, featuring a specific flower as an important part of the tale. Ponder for a bit, then get writing!

belledonna - silence, lavender - distrust, rhododendron - danger
magnolia - perseverance

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Secrets. The embodiment of distrust, and eventually, the root of all tyranny.
Secrets contain so much power. They have the chance of creation, but in turn, a greater possibility of destruction.
At the earliest years of one's life, secrets are in some ways the key to cliques, and in turn, popularity.
But have we ever truly wondered what such hidden might can cause?

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17th November 1976. Timișoara, Romania.
Case Study #05482; JAI

Urgent - please process through Securitate as soon as possible.
Sensitive Information.
Translated via paid agent. Memory of interaction removed.

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JAI was followed through to the meeting spot of . At around 2042 JAI met up with unknown, unrecorded youth (it was dark, so gender could not be distinguished), and turned into dark alleyway located between two residential blocks. Alleyway surrounded with trash cans and skittering with mice; nearest windows are about 10m upwards so would likely have not been overheard. Temperature was foggy and visibility difficult, likely the reason for choice of date and time. Suspicious activities - if action not pursued, please monitor.

JAI was wearing a bulging, baggy overcoat of a dark fabric: appears to be rather ostentatious, even for such temperatures and a soldat of high rank. Upon closer inspection the material was seemingly made of leather; material is non-purchasable in our regim de cei domnule. Look into illegal import trade routes, likely transferred through Germany or Poland.

Cameras deactivated in a moment's notice as unknown youth entered monitored zone. Sign of more than one traitor - search security controls and protocols. JAI is not directly involved with those in security, therefore secret affiliate must have been connected. Failure of Securitate once again.

Unexpected action - JAI hands youth a bouquet of brightly colored flowers. If monitored closely there is a slight slip of parchment into the youth's pocket; is this an intended trade or is does JAI have a hidden motive? After closer identification with usage of non-state assigned binoculars, flowers appear to be the belladonna (of a dark shade; second illegal import spotted), lavender (pale violet) and encircled by numerous rhododendron (pale pink). Attached to letter is a single magnolia. Language spoken is of the West; some form of English. JAI says something unintelligible, however the rest of their conversation was able to be tracked, and is as follows:

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UNKNOWN : Are you sure you will be fine?
JAI : My cover will be blown soon, that is if it has not been so already. But we must keep going. For the people. For the country.
UNKNOWN : If you would just let me help you…
JAI : That will be unnecessary. I am ready to go down - and I have others in our key targets, in viable places to move upward.
UNKNOWN : Hopefully. How about your domnule?
JAI : Ceaușescu? That man will be sunset soon enough. Do not worry.
UNKNOWN : Remember Romanov? Remember Mussolini? Remember Hitler? While they were all overthrown in time, it was not as easy as this. We do not trust easy.
JAI : It is my country, is it not? Remember that you are merely a pawn.

(JAI sighs. Long pause filled with tension.)

JAI : I am sorry. I have overstepped here. Take these, and keep the hope.
UNKNOWN : They're an interesting choice of flowers.
JAI, indicating each flower : Silence, distrust, and danger. These three are what we are attempting to rid here. Hold them close, and remember.
UNKNOWN : And that… is for perseverance.

Rest of the conversation too distinct to be recordable.

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Subject JAI leaves around 2107.

DAILY • 10th november 2023
Arr, arr - get your pencils and swords ready ;) It's battle time! Head on here for the list of rules, applicable wars, and extra challenges: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/7641334 Good luck, brave writers <3

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@Novanuhea123 • Lit-Fi (enemy)
Helloooo - Cabin War! >:D Write 2000 words in the next 3 hours, or lose 2000 points. Extra challenge: use three song titles in your writing to get 25 points each! Good luck, and have fun :)

Loca (Spanish version) / / Shakira, ft. El Cata
Stay With Me / / Sam Smith
There's Nothing Holdin' Me Back / / Shawn Mendes

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Everyone though Mariana was loca. Rumors had been circulating around the humble city, hidden amongst the lush verdant woods deep in the heart of Spain, of the witch-woman who could cure the most incessant, life-destroying diseases with a mere snap of her fingers. And yet there was a lot of fear that surrounded the shadowy woman who had her wild blonde hair, spun finer than golden threads, for she had also removed many's lives by merely laying her crooked palms on another's heart. Mariana, for decades and perhaps even centuries, had been locked away in a hidden asylum built specifically for her purposes, and few would dare to wander across her path. It was rumored that she was an immortal woman - of course, if she truly was a witch - but also a madwoman, too.
It was common for the young and foolish teenagers to dare one another to visit the madwoman, but only few with either the most courageous - or foolish - hearts would do so. Rumors were a key power pivot in this village, and one such was of a near-adult who had decided to brave the city's most potentially dangerous risk: facing Mariana. They had never quite been the same since. Her mother was friendly with the father of this now-traumatised person, and many concerning whispers of what had truly happened would always return and ripple through their family.
One day, she went and visited the family friend; the traumatised person. Some common phases that they often uttered were all extremely heartbreaking and - dare she say it - even rather creepy. Within five mere minutes, she had reached the end of the fuse and turned to leave, deciding that she could not bear to spend a moment more with them and their haunted, soulless eyes. As she opened the door, they finally spoke, stretching out a bony, trembling arm to grab her waist.

"Quédate conmigo. Stay with me.“
She resisted screaming aloud, though her heart began to throb painfully as it threatened to explode out of her throat.
”There's nothing holdin' me back from staying with you. Let me go.“ she attempted to make her words sound commanding yet respectful, but they came out as trembling quavers of notes. They could probably see her resolve stirring, and trembling, in deep fear.

”You did this, you know?“ a crooked smile came across their face. ”Mariana. It's good to see you again."

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@iinspirqtion • Mythology (Friendly Neutral)
Cabin Wars! Write 2000 words as a cabin in the next 4 hours, or lose 1000 points. Character swap! To complete this challenge, at least two cabin members must share a short biography of one of their original characters in their cabin comments. They must then claim a character that is not their own, and write 300 words from the perspective of that character. This applies for up to six campers (resulting in 150 points earned maximum.)

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Character Swap / / @-WritingIsCool- ; Orion • https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/615514/?page=2#post-7635211


We had to keep the hope. The hope… and faith. After all, we had fought through so much, and had fiercely faced every single wave of challenges launched at us.

I crouched at the tip of the pink granite cliff, staring out into the beauty that we had discovered… though, to me, it was far more like an empty void. It was a bit of a weird thing, you know? After spending nearly all our lives in there, and hoping for freedom every single day, it felt extremely odd to be able to experience true freedom. In a twisted, weird way… I almost missed that place. Almost.

For once, as we had the honorable experience of feeling true freedom for once, I let my hair ripple free. Like our lives, and our being, physical and mental, we had been trapped in there, and yet we had also been prisoners of ourselves. We didn't let ourselves dream for any other ambitions beyond leaving, escaping that heIIhole of a place. I'd always fought on, and I held the fact that I had been a perfect model of resilience for our team close to my heart. It was a symbol of my pride. Yet it was nice to have a moment to myself, to reflect and relax as I was doing now.

A slender bronzed finger flicked at the granite, sending a small meteor shower down into the vast expanses below. Fidgeting. Another habit of mine, carried from the horror-filled days as captives. A strand of mousse-brown hair landed on my shoulder, thinner than the finest spindle, and I smile.

Life felt like a blessing for once, and our resilience had paid off. I'd always had our friends at our sides, ready to fight and defend one another - even to pay the greatest price. In a way, they were my family - not that I knew where my family had wound up, of course. For a moment, I felt the memories tearing at me, especially the first time we ever came across a ‘zombie’. But then the unity I had felt flooded through, as they defended me. Us. They, my friends. Elias. Sigyn. Kieran. Vijaya. Tamar. Viktor. Us. The Seven… and yet so much more.

Now we were faced with new adventures, and endless horizons to explore… which felt a little bit overwhelming, despite the thrill and exhilaration that flared within me. I shivered as the next breeze tickled my waist as footsteps trembled down the rocky surface, pausing just behind me.

“Oz, you okay?” it was Vi, the oldest. Their voice was almost sympathetic, and melodious to my ears.

“Yeah.” I attempt a courageous smile, but it doesn't quite come out well. “The world's just so big, you know? And… it's quite overwhelming.”

“That's okay. As long as we have the seven of us, always together, we'll come out up top.”

At that, my smile turns genuine. “It's just us seven against the world.”

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TW !! Spoilers for the newest Warrior Cats book, Thunder


Excuse me. Ahem. Pixie on the phone. I'd like to talk about the newest Warrior Cats book, please!! It was equally horrible and absolutely heartbreakingly stunning at the same time <33

The newest Warrior Cats book is called Thunder, and is the fourth book in the seventh arc; A Starless Clan. It centers around RiverClan (finally!! ThunderClan is such an attention-hogger, though I do wish that WindClan would get more spotlight. I loved Crowfeather to bits <3). Their leader Mistystar dies from old age, and their deputy Reedwhisker mysteriously disappears… I LOVED REEDWHISKER SO MUCH!!!! I even had a whole Scratch account named after him which is such a pity *depressed account noises* To be absolutely honest though, I am really really glad that we've got no more afterlife stuff. While I may be a huge nerd about the philosophy involved with the afterlives, Ashfur literally sucked the braincells out of my head.

Speaking of the previous arc (which was absolutely AMAZING, by the way), I really liked how the authors incorporated some form of PTSD into Bramblestar despite the poor man being overly depressed already. Rootspring's heartbreak felt so real too!! I'm a huge genuine simp for RootBristle and I was utterly heartbroken when Bristlefrost was never to return. We can always hope for a short stint of Bristlefrost returning, of course, but that would defeat the entire purpose of her heroic sacrifice. For this reason I feel like Nightheart and Sunbeam's relationship doesn't quite live up to the RootBristle standards set… RootBristle was one of those die-hard, slow-burn romances while I haven't managed to feel the chemistry between Nightheart and Sunbeam yet, you know?

What would be cool would be a love triangle here. No conversions to evil please Hunters!! But it's been a long time since the Bramblestar-Squirrelflight-Ashfur one, and that drama was muy perfecto~ I positively adore Frostpaw. While Nightheart and Sunbeam may not have been so well carved character-development wise, Frostpaw is the utter image of perfection. We all kind of expected the mastermind to be either Curlfeather or Duskfur, to be honest~ which gives Frostpaw absolutely amazing trauma (just joking, trauma is horrible i love frostpaw). What made me extremely concerned however was Jayclaw, Frostpaw's father, dying… and Frostpaw having a vision about it. In this book it is revealed that Curlfeather was corrupt, and really wanted to get one of her kin into a position of power to perhaps recreate the Firestar-ThunderClan legacy in RiverClan… but if we safely assume that Curlfeather encouraged Frostpaw's imagination to be seen as visions… what if… she murdered her husband just for her daughter to get a position of power?!

That kind of possibility does not belong in a kids' book dear Erins. That was one of the downsides of this book - these horrifying possibilities. Though this arc does not have that same philosophical edge to it that I positively adore, these twists made it both interesting, gripping and worrying. Frostpaw is a total dear and her relationship with Whistlepaw, the WindClan medicine cat apprentice, is a positive upvote. It was a sweet touch (especially for Daisy fans) of how the Erins incorporated Smoky and his kits into the story; I particularly loved reading about Coriander and would want to see more of the kitten version. Frostpaw's departure seemed a little bit abrupt, thought it is nice to see that StarClan did make contact in the end!!

When Frostpaw went to the Moonpool… oh, man. ThunderClan!! It was amazingly sweet though rather illogical of Sunbeam moving to ThunderClan to be with Nightheart; she was never shunned and was encouraged to be herself. Ivypool's trials made me laugh and cry and OH MY GOD THEY WERE SO INGENIOUS. Can we have Ivypoolx100000000 please??? I'm so happy too that Bramblestar - oh, sorry, BrambleCLAW - got his well-deserved rest… the man has lived through so much. I hope we get to keep him in for this arc and he gets a peaceful send-off, well-deserved, to StarClan. The brief acknowledgement to Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt's relationship was so sweet too!

(to be continued soon)

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@Whirlygig • Horror (Enemy)
Cabin Wars! Write 4500 words as a cabin in the next 7 hours, or else lose 700 points. Extra challenge: stretch, take a walk, and/or drink some water (and do a penguin waddle - if you're daring) after every 500 or less words you write. Every person who does this consistently while writing towards the war wins 50 points each for their cabin. This applies for up to three campers (resulting in 150 points earned maximum.) Love, Horror <33

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Dear diary,

Right now I am not meant to be on. I'm meant to be doing my Chemistry homework but I am extremely annoyed because I was saving up on reserves in between each war only to realise that I'm not actually allowed to use reserves. Jeez, how stupid can one be? Definitely not stupider than me. I'm absolutely horrible at following instructions, in addition to that. That combination, when added with… ah, pretty strong ADHD and being a bit of an amnesiac, is a formula for disaster.
I like ‘formula for disaster’! Maybe I'll save that on my Kindle… where's the bookmark tab… oh wait, there is no bookmark tab. Whoopsies! So here I am, sat on my little spindly chair that could probably shoot me off like a catapult to the moon if I got the velocity right, kicking my legs and perking my ears like an eager little dolphin waiting for the sounds of footsteps to echo up the stairs… in which case I will immediately slam my laptop shut, and return to my Chemistry homework, which is lying faithfully behind me on the desk.
Speaking of desk arrangements, mine is a huge mess. And to think that I pride myself on my organisation! The laptop is at an angle, which is NOT good. But when you have to hide the gigantic silver sheet of metal that we humans call a device at a moment's notice, you don't really have any other options. When I first got glasses I was told my eyesight was rather uneven, and since then I have lusted and worked extremely super hard to ensure that my eyes remain in almost perfect quality. There are the exceptions, of course. When I was playing in the RBR championship…
My gaming phase came and went, and I think that I am bordering on a gaming phase right now. Most recently was from about 2 weeks ago, when I would play a single player shooter game called Rocket Bot Royale. I had subscribed to the pass and was in Topaz, which is the universal top 500 and had 2 level 50 friends. I also had a gorgeous little bat-pixie tank with adorable flappy wings and chibi-style eyes that had an adorable glow. The tank was mostly black with purple and pink highlights, totally matching my aesthetic and messing with the minds
(drinks water)
- was that 500 words? I have no idea. - of the other players, most of which are practically pro-level, and distinguish the tanks and teammates by color. In other words, my online gaming career was booming and flourishing then! When I joined the server, one of my Level 50 approximately friends even popped by to chat, which was super sweet of them as we didn't even have a vague idea of who each other was. The other friend at top level was accused of cheating a couple of days into me joining the server; but I had no idea of who the other players really were so I didn't step in to defend them. Perhaps that was wrong of me… I do not know.
Anyways, around then, I had a really bad cold; a product of going to bed late due to being overcommitted to extracurriculars. Such a pity! And when I was in a match with one of my lower level but extremely talented friends, I coughed. Seriously. That's it. I coughed, and went into a coughing fit and had to turn away from the screen, because I didn't want to splatter my precious computer, a gift from my beloved mother, with my disgusting, germ-ridden spit. And then, the most horrifying thing possible: I was shot. By a NUKE, which in that game has the potential to kill a player permanently. Obviously I died there, and the game was sadly still in it's early stages so I dropped trophies (equivalent to points) and went straight down to Gold league (top 1000). That was absolutely heartbreaking. And to make matters worse, my incessant stupidity made me keep on playing until I dropped straight to Silver league. Then obviously one of my Level 50 friends unfriended me - not an insult, but a bit of a problem as they would invite me to strong squadrons with the professional players. I ragequit the game for 2 weeks straight.
(goes to touch my toes)
Life has been so darn stressful lately! I've also been facing a bit of friendship drama. I use the MBTI scale to identify what's going on with the chaotic relationships in my life, and I have done so here. In my inner friendship circle, I have Punchy , Kaye , Tau , Xeno and a friend who left. Let's call her Mar . I myself am an ENTJ. God, this sounds like such a stupid way to measure things! At first, it was just me and Punchy, because I would make a couple of random friends here and there but never join their circle because commitment is a hard thing. Okay, because I didn't like what they talked about. I swear, everyone I know nowadays are Sensor-Feelers, and all they do is gossip! Gossip may be power (and I do admittedly like power) however I don't like spreading gossip for the fun of it. I don't like nor respect people who do that.
When we had a term focusing on Cultural Dancing, I got to know Mar, who I truly enjoyed being with. We contrasted each other almost perfectly, and we'd challenge each other to be the best we can be. If I may quote from Divergent, we ensured the two of us were the sharpest nails on the board. Not sure if that's the right quote. But anyways. I still consider my current best friend to be Punchy for different reasons, but I truly relished every single moment where I had the honor of being with Mar. Where was I again? I enjoyed being with Mar and just talking to her in general, just slightly more than Punchy, because they slept through literally EVERY SINGLE LESSON AND ASSEMBLY AND LUNCH AND BREAK. And yet they somehow got their homework done on time in contrast to the ENFPs in my class. Don't ask. They're magical.
Mar left the school, and when Kaye was kicked out of her friendship circle, me and Kaye had some form of mutual agreement (she was one of my random friends until I met Punchy and Mar), so we took her in. She was absolutely amazing and totally worth getting to know; mostly because she would run the social activities and leave me to run the other ah dirty stuff -
(penguin waddles around the room)
we don't talk about that. She also had a very unreliable but extremely dirty source of gossip that she would just spill everything to us every single lunchtime. I remember most of what she said… students certainly should not know of that information, that was for sure. She doesn't know that though. But most of all, in our circle of logic and theories and memory and knowledge, she was a source of kindness. She taught us to be kinder, to be friendlier.
And that was how we attracted our INFP. Jeez, thanks. Xeno was also one of my random friends that I had made until I'd decided to settle, she was unwilling to talk about why she had left her previous group for the longest while. One day this year, I coerced her, forced Kaye to sit through the entire conversation ‘as mediator’ and had her spill it all. For privacy, we excluded Tau and Punchy, as well as Mar, from hearing why. Apparently she had felt left out… which I thought was a bit of a ridiculous reason, to be absolutely honest. But hey! I'm not her. And she has made some valuable contributions, especially being slightly more social than our INTP and ISTP. Tau joined us as a new student, and whenever I ask them for an opinion, the answer is always - guess what? - I don't care. Which I ADORE!! It's nice to see someone who doesn't take everything so seriously for a change.
But anyways. Xeno caused a bit of drama when she RANDOMLY swapped groups (in this complicated world of cliques, that is not something that you do), and Kaye caused a LOT of drama when she swapped groups. I like to say that it's an ESFJ thing, but we haven't seen any other confirm ESFJs get kicked out so that would be illogical of me to say so.
We also had a bit of a power struggle, especially on my off-days where I had to go be productive for other reasons, she would take over… and at first I didn't like that, but we've made our peace.
I'm signing off from this piece to do the rest of my Chemistry (silly me) and will hopefully come back to rant about my piano teacher and life in my swim club.

With love,
Pixie.

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Dear Diary,

I'm just really stressed right now you know?? One of the key pivots of my stress is in piano; one of my main instruments. I'm currently on Grade 7, working towards Grade 8, and I never really have enough time to complete a thorough piano practice as much as I'd like to. Another annoying thing is my sister, who whenever she finishes her piano likes shouting my name up TWO flights of staircases and screaming “IT'S TIME TO PLAY PIANO, BABY!”. I think she's also made a point of punishing me for not practicing my piano by pretending she needs to do a little Number Two right before each lesson so I have to go first and face my dastardly fate. My mum goes along with it secretly, mainly because she probably thinks I really don't practice enough for someone at my level. Speaking of my parents, I feel as though my mother and my father both have favorites! My father clearly favors my younger sister because they have a lot in common, especially Japanese anime and manga characters. *insert sounds of Naruto and Sasuke here* My mother claims she doesn't have any favorites, though I've found that she tends to lean slightly towards me when it comes to making decisions. Maybe it's because I'm extremely good at arguing, or maybe she favors me? Secretly in my heart I hope it's the latter. That would be nice.
Let's talk about favoritism! In school, almost all the teachers have favorites. Here are the most obvious ones.
1) My ICT/CS teacher, who also happens to be an ENTJ except he leans more towards ENTP but doesn't quite have enough Ti. I believe he is an absolutely amazing teacher and can make the most boring subjects interesting. Almost everyone else hates him. He's too bossy, he's too strict, he's too argumentative, etc. You name it, they can probably complain about him. He featured prominently in Kaye's Series of Roasting Everyone We Know, where she complained about pretty much everything you could possibly think about.
(drinks water again)
Some of us genuinely like and respect him a lot! He's really popular amongst the teachers and parents too. An ESTJ in my class loves his lessons (probably the only other student who will continue CS next year… but he is apparently stubborn enough to believe that others will too.). And my dearest INFP friend, Xeno, they love his lessons.. and maybe him too. I do not know, and I sincerely hope they don't, since he's married and has a kid. As for me, I always enjoy his lessons, and the irony that nobody seems to get and everyone calls ‘cringey dad jokes’. No. It's just a very philosophically interesting way to take the edge of boring stuff… like the books that will make you cry, aka. Learning Python for Noobs 101. Last year, within the first 5 weeks with him as our teacher, my classmates were complaining about him and I popped in, telling them he is a very good teacher. They were all like, oh that's easy for you to say, because he likes you and you're amazing at the subject! Jeez.
2) My Geography teacher. Okay, this is more like she hates everyone, but she has one favorite. This favorite loves Geography and Languages, and is very big on swearing. Like, seriously. Don't go near her unless you want a mouthful of dirty swear words streaming into your ear, being issued at this teacher of that annoying piece of gum that's been lying on the ground since the start of eternity. I respect this favorite, despite her slightly creepy tendencies to stalk the teachers' profiles (apparently her best friend is the source of gossip). She particularly hates me and my best friend - she's extremely critical in marking Punchy's work, and on a piece that our English teacher would have given a V to, she got 50%. Oof. She is extremely - and I mean very superbly extremely - good at the subject, however.
To be continued later <3

Love you buddy,
Pixie

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Dear Diary,

3) My History teacher. This is such a shame, especially for a person with an ego quite as big as mine! Unfortunately she favors the ESTJ in my class even though I am super competitive when it comes to History. She's one of the few teachers who actually likes me AND my best friend though, so we both look forwards to her class despite the fact that Punchy is rather confused often by her explanations. I tell them it's because they always fall half asleep during every single class despite the fact that they go to bed at eight thirty pm and wake up at six thirty. Ten nice, round hours and they are sleepy? Whereas I only get 7 on good nights and I am superbly energetic.
That's all I can think of off the top of my head! I don't really feel like rambling about sports right now unfortunately, so perhaps I will talk about MBTI. I can keep on talking about MBTI for as long as I can possibly need to.
(does a butterfly split)
Let's see… I got into MBTI, I don't know when, it just… happened. Just like how all my other phases just happen. I initially tested as an INTJ about 3 years ago when I first joined the community, and went through various different identifications. They included INFJ, ENFJ and most relatably ENTP. However as I understand it nowadays, your true MBTI (for most cases *cough cough*, looking at you elior) only comes out when you are about 13 years old - the age of adolescence.
To be continued later.

WIth love,
Pixie.

WORD WARS • 11th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @tapdancer707 (72 WPM) • 125 points (287 words)

3:58
4:03

“Look at that pretty robin flying around!”

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blackpaw had snuck out of camp to watch the stars. he believed that the stars were of such beauty; they glimmered and were beacons of light for the lost who wandered innocently through the darkness. no matter what the lost may have done, they had to be found - both physically and mentally - and the stars were a perfect symbol to guide them. they were also the homes of his ancestors; starclan. his clan, shadowclan, believed in their ancestors living amongst the shimmering diamonds that returned every day, without fail, to glimmer and glow in the beautiful, majestic twilight sky.

after one brief moment where blackpaw had been lost in his thoughts, a speck of movement darted across the edge of his razor-sharp pale honey gaze. blackpaw blinked, bewildered by whatever that could have been. at last, his senses guided him to a pretty little robin, flying around the clearing where he sat. shifting his haunches, blackpaw gave a warm smile at the adorable little robin, ensuring that he sat still to urge the childlike, innocent being closer. this night, the snow-white tabby had no intention of hunting; and he would never dare to interrupt the sweet, unknowing life of this robin. the robin hopped closer and blackpaw could appreciate its gorgeous striping and palette of soft, silky fur. he had never known that robins had fur just like himself and his kin; they always ripped the pelt off if they ever had the fortune of hunting and catching a robin - despite preferring frogs for prey. the robin's pelt was outlined with gorgeous ripples of burgundy that were redder than rubies to the plain eye, and blackpaw let out a gasp of awe and surprise. this robin was

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CRITIQUITAIRE • 11th november 2023
For today's critiquitaire my victim lovely partner is @silkworm9 of the Folklore cabin, our fantastic allies! The piece critiqued is named Annabel D (no apologies) - https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/910130236/ - and is a piece of poetry consisting of 206 words. It is a poem about a person they used to know.

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First off, I love your topic choice! It's sweet, relatable, honest and overall a very realistic one that many teenagers and children can understand all around the world. You made me think of one of my ex-besties, as well as an ex-'boyfriend' who started a half-class wide war against me after I told him no because I felt we were too young.

The brackets you used in the title is a nice, humorous touch too! I hope the name Annabel D is a pseudonym though, as online privacy needs to be protected.

Going into the poem itself now - I love the usage of ‘you’ and the first person tense, it makes the reader feel so much more included and personified. Hope you can understand what I'm saying!

It doesn't
matter; I did nothing much
memorable.

Though I'm not particularly good at poems, I would personally put ‘matter’ on the same line as ‘It doesn’t' to maintain your natural sense of rhythm. I like ‘memorable’ being on it's own in this instance however! It brings a key emphasis onto that word and makes the reader feel and empathise with the character. The fact that this is someone you know in real life further bolsters this fact too, so job well done!

There,
recognition.

These two lines almost made me laugh - your sense of irony is beautifully incorporated into this section. As a huge nerd for ironic quotes and formats of presentation, this is equally relatable and yet holds so much hidden meaning.

“I hated you for so long. . .
though it wasn't really you I hated
so much as myself.”

What exactly are you trying to say here? This rather cuts off abruptly the empathy the reader would have been feeling for you, the character. Why did you hate yourself? Perhaps a rephrasing of the words here might help you significantly; for example “I wish I could have done things differently… though I've always believed you were to blame.”

“We were friends,
and then we weren't,
and I still wanted to be,
and we couldn't;
we were too different;
and I hated that.”

This part seems rather excessive in my opinion. I'm not entirely sure how to phrase this but it just seems a little bit of a childish way to say this? I'm assuming this is set in Middle/High school; however if your character is naturally childish or you are actually just trying to swap the perspective from the character/you to a younger version of them, this works brilliantly!

adult words in a voice
that is still that of
someone who is almost still a child.

PHILOSOPHY!!!!!! Not gonna bother you with the nerdy details but I just ADORE how you wrote this?!? It just feels just right.

But we are strangers,
in a place strange to us both,
and this conversation
is not happening, so you

Is this an imaginary conversation? Perhaps you could have hinted this differently if this is so?

for apologies,

Annabel D.

This sudden skip in line makes it sound as though you are Annabel D instead of the other person, which may be the case, I do not know~ Again, this may be a technical error which you did not want pointed out, so I do apologise <3

Overall, great job! <33 Beautifully written and an extremely relatable poem. Just watch the way you phase your words to avoid confusion between you and the reader!

DAILY • 12th november 2023
Buckle up everyone, because today’s daily will be filled with numerous twists and turns! It’s National Tongue Twister Day, where we all try to calculate how much wood would a woodchuck chuck. To begin this daily, share a tongue twister in the comment section. Then, once you’ve done that, pick someone else’s tongue twister and write a story based off of it that is at least 500 words long! By doing this, you’ll earn 400 points! You can earn another 100 points from sharing your story. Have fun, and if you’d like, go sell seashells by the seashore!


SHARED TONGUE TWISTER • https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/34040524/comments/#comments-240298475
USED TONGUE TWISTER • https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/34040524/comments/#comments-240270310 / / sent by @RLove10

“tres tristes tigres tragaban trigo en un trigal, en un trigal tragaban trigo tres tristes tigres”
“Three sad tigers swallowed wheat in a wheat field from three sad bowls. In three sad bowls, three sad tigers swallowed wheat.”

English translated version was done with the help of Google Translate because I was lazy. Pronouns may have been mixed up - the tiger who thought they might be able to find a better home is a male, the tiger who stopped first is a male, and the tiger who continued to a better home is a female.

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Un día, hace una eternidad, tres tristes tigres vivían en alguna parte. No sabemos donde vivieron, porque probablemente no las existíamos entonces. O tal vez lo hicimos, pero eso va más allá del punto. Un día el sol dejó de salir. Los cielos se abrieron y las lágrimas de Dios cayeron por mucho tiempo. Esto entristeció mucho a los tigres. Una vez habían vivido en un paraíso, pero cuando su verde pradera se convirtiera en un océano de tristeza, serían como su hogar. De ahí en adelante su vida fue sólo la de tres tigres tristes, tragando trigo de trastos.

Fue entonces cuando el primer tigre triste oyó hablar de esperanza. Volvieron hacia el segundo y tercer tigre triste, levantando el hocico.
“Sígueme”, dijo el primer tigre triste, “puede que haya un lugar mejor.”. Los otros tigres no podían creer lo que escuchaban. Sus bigotes se movieron y aguzaron las orejas. Por primera vez desde que llegó la lluvia, los ojos de los otros tigres brillaron con esperanza, aunque ella se demoró con obstinada y firme incredulidad.

“¿Cómo es esto cierto?” preguntó uno, gratamente sorprendido.
La otra simplemente dijo: “No te creo.”

A pesar de esto, estaba claro que los tigres tenían esperanzas y finalmente aceptaron partir hacia mejores tierras, con la esperanza de que no lloviera allí. Los tres tristes tigres viajaron durante días y días, semanas de semanas, años de años… aparentemente sin encontrar nunca su paraíso.

Pronto un tigre empezó a cansarse de este viaje.
Él dijo; “Ya no puedo hacer esto. No sé adónde vamos y extraño mi campo de trigo verde con mi triste cuenco de trigo.”

El triste tigre que fue el primero en enterarse de este lugar parecía herido, pero perdonó al otro tigre triste y le dijo: “Está bien. Completaremos el viaje y luego regresaremos por ti.” Los dos últimos tigres tristes se despidieron y continuaron. Juraron no olvidar nunca al tercer tigre triste.

Muchos años después, el tigre triste que había oído hablar de este lugar mejor le dijo a su amigo: “ya no puedo hacer esto”. entre lágrimas, continuó. “Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.” El tigre triste restante, que había sido el que no le creyó, le dedicó una triste, comprensiva sonrisa.
“Lo entiendo. No te disculpes, no has hecho nada malo, nos has enseñado a los tres una lección de vida.” Con eso, se despidió y continuó su viaje hacia una tierra mejor.

Cuando la última tigre triste era muy vieja, se encontró con un prado verde muy familiar. parecía el trigal que habían dejado las tres tristes tigres hacía muchos años, pero las lágrimas de Dios habían dejado de brotar. Ahora era un lugar hermoso. En el trigal, habia tres trastos tristes en el trigal con trigo. Cerca de allí, estaban las otras dos vacas, ahora de espíritu sonriente, esperándola. El último tigre viejo y triste caminó hacia el trasto que era suyo, y comenzó a tragar trigo con una sonrisa.

Por fin había encontrado un hogar mejor.

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One day, an eternity ago, three sad tigers lived somewhere. We don't know where they lived, because we probably didn't exist then. Or maybe we did, but that's beyond the point. One day the sun stopped rising. The heavens opened and God's tears fell for a long time. This made the tigers very sad. They had once lived in a paradise, but when their green meadow turned into an ocean of sadness, they would be like home. From then on his life was just that of three sad tigers, swallowing wheat of junk.

It was then that the first sad tiger heard about hope. They turned back to the second and third sad tiger, raising their snouts.
“Follow me,” said the first sad tiger, “there may be a better place.” The other tigers couldn't believe their ears. Their whiskers moved and their ears pricked up. For the first time since the rain came, the other tigers' eyes shone with hope, though the she's lingered with stubborn, firm disbelief.

“How is this true?” asked one, pleasantly surprised.
The other simply said, “I don't believe you.”

Despite this, it was clear that the tigers were hopeful and finally agreed to leave for better lands, hoping that it would not rain there. The three sad tigers traveled for days and days, weeks of weeks, years of years… apparently without ever finding their paradise.

Soon a tiger began to tire of this journey.
He said; “I can't do this anymore. I don't know where we are going and I miss my green wheat field with my sad bowl of wheat.”

The sad tiger who was the first to know about this place seemed hurt, but he forgave the other sad tiger and said, “It's okay. We will complete the journey and then return for you.” The last two sad tigers said goodbye and continued. They swore never to forget the third sad tiger.

Many years later, the sad tiger who had heard about this better place told his friend: “I can't do this anymore.” through tears, he continued. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” The remaining sad tiger, who had been the one who didn't believe him, gave him a sad, understanding smile.
“I understand. Don't apologize, you haven't done anything wrong, you've taught the three of us a life lesson.” With that, she said goodbye and continued his journey towards a better land.

When the last sad tiger was very old, she came across a very familiar green meadow. It looked like the wheat field that the three tigers had left many years ago, but the tears of God had stopped coming. It was now a beautiful place. In the wheat field, there were three sad things in the wheat field with wheat. Near there, there were the other two cows, now smiling spirits, waiting for her. The last sad old tiger walked towards the junk that was hers, and began to swallow wheat with a smile.

She had finally found a better home.

WORD WARS • 12th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @syrozenne (80-85 WPM) • 100 points (220 words)

12:59
1:02

no prompt

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am i an amnesiac. i think that sometimes i am an amnesiac. it is when you have difficulty going to sleep i believe and also when you tend to wake up a lot. combined with my undiagnosed but very likely adhd symptoms sleep is definitely not a good friend of mine. oh look there was a bright shiny navy blue tesla that just passed by the window. you can probably see your beautiful gorgeous reflection in its shimmering glass which looks like something rich famous influencers would hand out to the random people they gather to talk with and film alongside. what else can i talk about? ah. yes.

i'm a huge nerd especially for the typology system that most people know as mbti. i don't believe that the 16 personalities site is quite very accurate enough however i am an entj 3w4 sx/so something blah blah blah. which is honestly quite cool y'know?? i love being an entj and the entj description no matter which site you are on fits me so well. it's like some random entity across the world decided that they wanted me to be understood and read my mind, then copy pasted its contents on this random webpage that innocent unknowing me stumbled across. i'm sure there's usually one that matches your profile too. th

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WORD WAR I • @27coding_crazy (60 WPM) • 25 points (329 words)

5:58
6:03

“all my life i longed for it to come true. now it finally has.”

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you know that thing where you make a wish and just cross your fingers (and if you're extreme, your toes) and pray that it would come true with every single fibre of your being? this is what i had been doing for so long. after losing my memory and being dumped out into this horrifying, horrific and disgusting creation apparently of humanity to save their own kind, it seems that we are extremely close to escaping. of course, it may just be another mirage, another trick of our foolish brains laughing at us to keep us on our toes, ready and poised to fight and go into survival mode whenever required. it is truly a horrific experience. when i get out… if i get out… i will take my dear girlfriend and all the amazing, friendly, funny people that i've gotten to know over these dark times in our lives. and perhaps… one day, i may just be able to find my parents. and their parents too.. because we all certainly came from somewhere; we just do not know where exactly right now. at the end of the line… since this dream has come true, perhaps i may take revenge and wreak my vengeance, savagely, angrily on all those who chucked us into here and made us suffer. there is a thought lingering in my head though; that i should not, that we must be just and fair and moral and rise above the lowly actions and states of our captors. of… whatever they were. and hopefully one day we will be able to forgive, as the fresh and healthy example of humankind to the next generation. and generations to come. the withholding of the truth is a painful factor that my heart reminds me of day after day, the fact that we were put in here to help our own species and even our own families who sacrificed us, that they will still refuse to tell us our tr

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