♫ 01 word war - finley - 203 words - win/loss ♫

we squeezed into the metal compartment on the world's craziest new heist. we had to steal the king's red ruby before midnight, and as i checked my watch, panic rose up beneath me. we had half an hour until then. the stars shimmered in the sky, and i quickly sucked in a breath as it went dark as we went into the box. “is now a bad time to tell you that i'm claustrophobic?” i gasped, pushing passed my partner nervously. the rest of the mission was going to be in this little tunnel, and i already felt my lungs burning as my arms brushed up against the walls of the tunnel. i desperately needed more space, and i rushed through the tunnel in hopes of finding some sort of opening where i could breathe again, completely abandon the plan. oh was I going to be in trouble for this. the ruby was never going to be stolen, at least not by us, and as soon as i got out of here i would be running to the next country before anyone had the chance to find me, especially my partner, who i'm sure was furious with my little journey to find air

A Day in the Life of Hermes

As usual, I am currently very busy.
It can be exhausting sometimes, being a god. Even a god can get tired of their job after they’ve done it for enough time.
My job is to deliver messages, as I’m the gods’ messenger. Today is no different, except for one thing…
“Are you zoning out again?” George sighs. He slithers up the caduceus. “I want a rat.”
I focus my eyes on the paper. I’m trying not to respond, since I’m too busy to answer him right now.
“Shh,” Martha scolds him. “Can’t you see he’s busy? Give him some space.”
“But I want a rat,” he complains. “I’m so hungry right now. What happened to Percy? I’m sure he will get me a rat.”
I grit my teeth. “Percy is on a quest,” I reply. “And both of you have to be silent for the next few minutes. I have a job to do.”
“You’re always so busy,” George grumbles. “Like, what are you doing right now? What’s so important?”
“Hermes told us to be quiet,” Martha says. “Though, you have a point,” she adds.
“See, even Martha agrees with me now.” George looks up at me from the caduceus. “What are you doing, Hermes?”
“I’m delivering a message,” I say. Finally I look at the two of them, George and Martha, the snakes.
I point my finger at them and they instantly turn into pen and notepad.
I like my snakes. Sometimes. But today they are being especially annoying. Plus I have something to do.
I take the pen and glance at the words scribbled onto the paper.
Only three words.
My brow furrows.
I make both the pen and notepad turn back into George and Martha.
They raise their heads to look at me, both of them faintly disgruntled.
George speaks first. “Why did you do that to us? I never thought you’d do that without telling us.”
“Right.” Martha flicks her tongue at him. “George was being very annoying about it. He hates being the notepad.”
I interrupt the two snakes quickly. “Okay. We have something to do.”
George mumbles under his breath.
“We need to go find Percy,” I say seriously. “Right now.”

word count: 367 words

Event 1

So! You have your powers and now it's time to use them! Write at least 300 words of your spider-hero discovering and using their powers and abilities for the first time in order to unlock banners and complete the training session!

Ayla always had been a huge bug fan. She had several books about them, and staring at the bugs (her favorites being ants and spiders) that lived around her house or yard was one of her favorite hobbies. One day, when she was 13 years old, she was looking at some bugs in the woods (she had recently found some very fabulous ants and ant hills), looking for some spiders, and then she saw a weird looking one, mostly dark colored with bright colored (almost neon) bits. She took out her phone to take picture of it, or maybe look up what kind of spider it was, but when she looked back down at the grassy ground, it was gone. “Aw, dang.” She muttered, putting her phone back in her pocket, a tiny bit sad that she didn’t get a chance to take a picture of it or anything. Then she looked down, and found the spider on her leg. “Oh, hello, little spider!” She said to the spider, looking down at it and smiling. “Please get off my leg, little spider.” Ayla said, carefully picking up the spider with her fingers, and then she felt a tiny pinch, “Huh?” She set down the spider and looked at her hand. A small bump like a mosquito bite was there. “That’s weird…” As she stood up and began walking away, her phone suddenly slipped out of her pocket. “Ack!” She tried to grab it, and out shot… webs? Webs seemed to have shot out from her hand and caught her phone. “Whoa… I wonder what else I can do with these?” She wondered aloud, looking down at the webs that hung from her hand. In the days that followed, she figured out how to fly (via ballooning) and the fact that she was now very good at jumping.

307 words

✎ daily #5
155 words, for illu-fi (incomplete)

There’s an intricate web
Of everything we do here and then
Threads and our little incidents, they soon intertwine
Illustrated in a universe that’s entirely our design

The view is illusionary, you won’t want close your eyes
Since when you know it too well, it’s no surprise

Illu-Fi
It’s not a place to pass by
Illu-Fi
There’s a how and a why

Spiders, you can find them even if they disappear
Colliding with others, we’re all friends here
Dimensional and reeling, we set a quick pace
There’s not one villain we cannot chase

It’s not illusionary, don’t ever close your eyes
Crimes and goodbyes, a past we can define
Even if you’re standing by yourself, you’re never alone

When you are in
Illu-Fi
It’s your place in time
Illu-Fi
A lovely way to make some new rhymes
We are
Illu-Fi
Writing with fervor and webs from our wrists
We are
Illu-Fi
Come swing on by!

my main thread

Word war. Accidentally channeled my inner romantic for this one. I hope this is allowed?
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Beautiful.

He was soul-crushingly beautiful. Devastating in a way that mere words almost failed to capture. He tilted her chin up with the soft, curved knuckles of his hand, warm peach skin against hers, forcing her eyes to meet his dark ones. Piercing her gaze with its intensity.

And yet…….while she burned with the fiery need to get closer, deeper within those breathtaking eyes was….absolutely nothing. An emptiness like the void itself. Swallowing her expression whole but not reflecting anything back. There was no glint that she knew could be there, no telltale quirk of his perfectly curved lips. No light. Just darkness stretching eternal. Ever part of her sparked with a primal sort of want. It danced across her skin, along her bones, thudding against her ribcage like a million tiny heartbeats. She shivered with it and leaned closer into him. There was no spark in the way he moved closer to her in turn. It was practiced. confident, in a mechanical, almost robotic way. He looped his other arm around her lower back. Pressed the palm of his hand against her spine. More sparks. Her breathing turned heavy. His stayed steady and sure. Subconsciously, she began to count every breath taken between the two of them in such a small space. Every faint movement of his chest, the rhythm of it in tandem with the slow, lazy taps the pad of his finger began to make down her spine.

"Bi.…“ He breathed out only the first syllable of her name in a way that didn't shatter the silence but rather teased its borders, letting it occupy the space alongside them. ”…Some friends of mine are coming over soon. Could you make yourself scarce for just a little while?"

That did it. Suddenly the sparks burst across her vision and fizzled out to nothing but a dizzying sort of shock. The spell was broken and she was left still and cold, staring, stunned, up at the man she thought she could let herself love.

Word War w/ Strawberry-Lemon

I wanted to write tangled the series fanfic so have some very out of character something that I didn't know what to do with but at least it's something!

Cassandra flung her sword at the stone walls. Around them, the aforementioned stone walls closed in, creaking and grinding from disuse as they slowly reduced the space around them. In just a few minutes, they would be completely crushed, just the dust of their bones would remain.
The sword did absolutely nothing. Cassandra, just now registering Rapunzel’s question, turned to the younger woman, shocked.
“Yes, it is.”
“Sorry,” she had the grace to say, looking abashed, “it’s just that it almost reminds me of-”
“I know!” Cass almost felt sorry for cutting her off, but time was of the essence and they couldn’t just sit around discussing claustrophobia when they were about to freaking die.
“So come help me!”
“Right!” Raps’ voice shook.
She then proceeded to do absolutely nothing, even as Cass pushed at the wall in vain. The space left was no bigger than a closet now. Maybe thirty seconds until they were dead.
“DO SOMETHING!”
She’d have to apologize later, something she hated to do, or talk about any of this at all but they were going to die and
“Haven’t you done this

(187 words)

(Credit to disney for characters

daily: world war against @pepper-and-a-pencil!

prompt - “One thousand and one eyelashes blown, two thousand and twenty-one more to go” 242 words

I’ve never considered myself particularly superstitious. I don’t flinch at the sight of a black cat slinking in front of me, or card through patches of clover in hopes of finding one with four leaves instead of three. But there’s always been a single exception. Every time an eyelash has fallen to rest on my cheek or waterline, I’ve scooped it onto my forefinger- rolling it under my thumb, mascara staining my skin- and blown it away, wishing for the same thing every time. Love. The kind of love I read about in books, daydreamed about while listening to music. The kind that lives on-screen, where they’d learn French for me like Cameron, or read the whole Bible in a single night like Dave. Where I’d receive as much as I yearned to give. When I was one thousand and one eyelashes down, I met a boy. He made me feel special, seen- as though I never needed to wish again because “the one”, as they say, was right in front of me. After five days spent laughing like we were best friends, and five sleepless nights spent thinking about what we could become, I blew a dampened eyelash into the evening breeze. He wasn’t the one, and I feared it would take more than two thousand and twenty one lashes for me to find someone like him again. Someone who would stay. For now, though, all I could do was wish.

for anyone reading this wondering if it is about me! i don't do this. though it is inspired by recent events and i am a hopeless romantic, this boy was not worth it and i just kind of flick off my lashes usually. fun little trivia that everyone was definitely looking for.

Word War
word count - 149 words

We were climbing up the tall mountain and I really couldn't tell what was going on. It seemed like an endless walk and I was so tired. My hands were trembling as I clutched onto my hiking guide, yet my friend still had the energy to continue sprinting. “Aren't you coming Lianna?” she called while vanishing into the brush ahead. I didn't really see her after that because that is when it happened.

The incident. Although I was extremely tired, I didn't want to be left alone on this weird and creepy island. So, I ran. I ran for miles trying to keep up but my legs were starting to give way. That is when I noticed some beautiful folliage scattered on the ground. I ran towards it and suddenly, *boom*..I fell down the what seemed like a hole and the walls started to close in. I screamed- but

Word Wars
word count - 277 words

(disclaimer- not edited :sobs

Sometimes I wonder what it would like to live on a tree. Be a mango. On even a fruit? It seems kind of cool if you come to think about it. What color would I be, what would I taste like - sweet or sour! Maybe something in between… whatever it is, I know that I'd be amazing. Sitting in my class learning about who knows what, I start dreaming off into my own world. It was my little escape from reality.

I was able to think my own thoughts, dream my own things, and most of all., design my owns worlds without the influence or opinion of others. I loved just being able to type my heart out without havign to come back and correct things. It was really nice to just write away in just a few minutes and simply just stay here I was still, stressing away.

In my magical world I would create stories. Storeis where evry day objects (or even fruits in this case I guess) would come to life and take some sort of form. What they actually were remain unknown to me but I knew that I wanted to come up with something that the world had never see before. A mango. Yes, that's exatly what I needed to make this magic real. So, I dreamt it up and brought it to life. it was like no other, I will tell you. it was just a very very very cool red orange green mango with a huge purple spot symbolizing wealth! ont top of that, it had enormous black sunglasses that gave it the ability to talk! how shocki

Word war against @kleemiya_the_furball
Duration :: 2 minutes!
Words :: 87 (i think)
Wpm :: 49 wpm
Prompt :: none

So I’m rambling about how my living room looks like since there’s no prompt and CLOCK IS TICKING. Oh my days, I’m kinda panicking right now, I don't know. Honestly, this isn’t even about my living room anymore I’m just rambling about what’s in my head right now. Anyways I love Epic the Musical it’s so peak and cool since the songs are just PERFECTION and they all have such unique character development and I really like Greek Mythology including the Odyssey.

My anthem writing daily to mess with my cabin enemies. I woke up extra early to start this and just finished one of them!

Some of them are so good, I might even have some of my music pals preform it with me later! So stay tuned for that!

Since the links I’ve used in previous years to share my works were recently blocked by the ST, I guess I have no choice but to upload my documents as screenshots now! Sorry about that!

This one is about the cabin members from journalism raiding Area 51… for a scoop!



The next one I made is for fan-fi and I made an actual song for (I did use some computer voice synthesis for the singers, but rest assured, the lyrics and basic intro melody parts are entirely by me.) it can be found here at:
https://youtu.be/JiNN29hkqas

Last, but not least, we have this one for fantasy:

Progress 3 of 3 anthems completed! Done!

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Part 1:
“Legend has it that the land of Eudaemonia was founded in the period of the ‘Greek civilisation’ - going by Underworld terms. Legend has it also that Androkles, the great Founder of the glorious land of Eudaemonia, was then only a hundred years old. If this age is not at all impressive in our world, then in the Underworld, Humans rarely ever reached half of that. Our Founder was congratulated and praised for his health and old age, he was regarded as the wisest man in the whole of the Greek Empire in the Underworld. Yet he was also regarded as strange and unusual. It appeared that Humans /feel/ more than Eudaemonians do - they possess some strange kind of blood in their heart that sometimes makes them express themselves with high-pitched squeals, grunts, or even stranger more, makes the water in their eyes overflow. Androkles, of course, did not show any sign of this weird behaviour, and for the Humans he was living with, this was a very strange phenomena. The Humans used words such as ‘expressionless’ and ‘unfeeling’ to describe our Founder.

Years passed by still and when the Great Androkles' health showed no sign of declining, Humans began to feel that something wasn't right. Rumours began spreading in the Underworld, some claiming that Androkles was one of these gods the Humans believed, that he had come from Olympus upon the mortals - and that he was /immortal/.
Androkles, who at that time did not know of his true identity, thought upon this word carefully. Immortal. His old age meant that he was different from the others. Years passed until he began to think that he might be from a different species - he had never believed himself a god and despite trying to recollect some blurry memories, he was convinced from a strange kind of feeling that his hometown was not Mt. Olympus.

At two hundred years old, Androkles was still as agile and strong as he had ever been. On this very day five thousand years ago, the Founder decided to leave the Underworld, for he began getting visions during the night about another realm, the world he truly belonged in. An unknown power guided our Founder, until he climbed to the very top of the highest mountain in the Underworld. There, a chariot was waiting for him. Still guided by this unknown power, he mounted it, and it carried him right to the vast field that would become the Eudaemonia we know today.

And with that, I declare to all Eudaemonians, the official five thousandth anniversary of our well-beloved land!”
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(433 words)

Part 2:




Part 3:
The Eudaemonians, as they have mentioned ourselves in their five thousandth anniversary speech, are actually descendants of the ancient Greek people. They believe themselves of a separate species, but scientific research has proved the opposite. The first of the Eudaemonians, Androkles, was an entirely normal human being. In fact, his old age was the result of a mutated gene, so was his lack of emotions. It so happened in a strange coincidence that his wife, with whom he had many children and who populated with /their/ children the world of Eudaemonia, also had the same mutated genes as the Founder had. As for how they discovered a whole new realm parallel to our world, we currently do not have any indications of that, so it remain a mystery for now.

According to some research and inspectation, the Eudaemonians' technological progress is nowhere near the one we are living. They do not have computers or even the machinery that was invented during the Industrial Revolution in the eighteenth century. As they were descended from the Greek civilisation, their living environment and society is still built around that model. However, five thousand years is a long time, and from the begin of their world they would probably have developed some kind of ‘technology’, as we may call it, more or less. Our researchers have asked themselves that question in the past decade, and we are now ready to officially announce the grand reveal of the long researches about the beta-humans, as we call Eudaemonians.

It turns out that they too, have been curious about their past. Our researches show that they are conscious that they come from the ancient greek civilisation from what they call the ‘Underworld’, which is our Earth. However, what they do not know is what exactly was it that made their Founder able to discover and reveal a whole new realm and establish the Eudaemonian civilisation there. For us also, this remains a mystery. As we know, these
Eudaemonians have a mutated gene that does not allow them to feel emotions as we do. However, a mutated gene can still mutate, and our researchers have discovered that about two hundred years ago, a Eudaemonian had possessed the power to feel curiosity. Because of this person's difference, they got elected as president and led many researches to try and find the place that would link them to the Earth. They had tales and stories about the portal, but there was no concrete evidence to where the portal actually was.

They began searching their land, inch by inch, for any trace of a portal that would lead them to the Earth, the one from which their Founder first came upon Eudaemonia. Their government roused up the population and offered a large amount of compensation for anyone who would take part in the search. It was, at first, in vain. Though many Eudaemonians were interested for the compensation, their population was not enough to cover the entire land.

It was only after the invention of a useful tool that they did indeed discover the portal - which allowed us to communicate with them and investigate research in their land. Here is the story of this invention.

He was a young man in his early thirties - he had just reached his adulthood. Though he did not feel any more emotions than any other Eudaemonian, he was wild and thrived adventures. He often spent days upon riverbanks, and it was during one of those days that he made the discovery.

He found a sticky substance in the riverbed while fishing, some sort of silvery mud. While mixing it with a special stone powder just for fun, he discovered that the new combination glowed faintly red under the light of their sun, and as it was unheard before, he quickly brought it to the philosophers and scientists of Eudaemonia. These people discovered that it was a kind of metal that would change colours depending on the environment it was in. After a while they also discovered that the reddish light's brightness would alter ever so slightly whenever it approached the western wing of the realm, the light would dim. The most curious president went to the river and brought forth a bowl of this mixture for every citizen. Soon enough, all the Eudaemonians were led to the far west of Eudaemonia. Seeing this as a divine sign, they examined the area with meticulous attention. Indeed, not long after, they found a place where a queer, yellowish light was seen. They discovered, of course, that this was the portal.
(765 words)

Part 4:
As soon as the portal to the Underworld was discovered, all Eaudaemonians were roused from their normal jobs to take part in the viggest and grandest adventure Eudaemonia has ever seen.
Farmers were asked for their techniques of taming the earth to try and find a way through the portal, philosophers were asked to come up with ideas of what the portal might be like and why it would hide itself from us, architects were sent to study the portal and how we might open it.
There was even a period when people were on the brim of starvation because of the lack of farmers, when houses were decaying because the architects had been sent away. Despite this, the president of Eudaemonia continued. He mentioned and justified his actions by claiming that he felt something different from there lot of us, something that only the Humans of the Underworld felt. It was bamed, curiousity. At first we didn't believe him, but after a while we were obliged to notice that he was indeed different from us.
Therefore, we followed him without complaint, surviving through the droughts and famines.
At last, our endless researches reached an end. The philosophers had imagined a way of piercing the portal, and the architects had put the plan into execution. The result was not what we had imagined. Now, in the place of a pirtal, we had a hole. An enormous hole in the ground, an endless whole from which a fierce and bright light shown through. When we stared into it, we could see nothing but blinding light. We did not know where this whole led, nor was anyone brave enough to venture into it. This time, the president could not ask a citizen to go explore this unknown hole for the same of sacrificing his curiosity. To our relief we thought this enterprise was coming to an end, but we were wrong.
The president would not let any of his subjects enter the hole, so on a day we still remember until now, he announced that he would be stepping down as president. At first we were shocked. Though he was different, even a little absurd in our opinion, we loved him for his peculiarity and did not understand why he wanted to step down. Some made assumptions that it was because of family problems, others said that he was beginning to get old and read tiered of his duties as president.
None of this was true, for a few hours after his resignation he was seen at the portal that was now an endless hole. He was waiting patiently on the edge of it, AMD in no time, after hearing the news, all citizens arrived to witness this grand event. Some claimed it dangerous- it indeed was - and tried to convince our former president to not leave us and attempt this dangerous move. Though ue was moved - a small tear slid down his cheek- he said no, this is the one chance to rediscover the place we originated from and connect with the humans that live there.
He left no time for teary goodbyes - he had made his decision ever since the day the hole was opened.
And with cries of horror from the citizens surrounding our beloved president, he jumped.
I was then a little boy.
It is now two hundred years later from the event and we have not seen him from then.

As I write, there's an urgent knock on the door. I see people hurrying out of their houses, and my first thought is that something terrible has happened. But as I inspect closer, I see a look on their cafaces that tell me otherwise. It was hope.
Ever since the oresident jumped, Eudaemonia has not met another happy day. The government is weak compared to the former president's curious person, people are scared for the fate of the president, and bot a singke day has passed without prayers.
The knock sounded again at the door. I quickly went out of my room. It was the neighbour.
“Quick, Alexander, quick, come! They say the president has returned!”
I frowned upon hearing those words. Was this some ill intended rumour? I followed my friend nonetheless. We ran, or walked as fast as we could in the large crowd of citizens, to the hole. It was, of course, still there.
However, right behind it, was a humongous mass, similar to an enormous rock, except polished and more beautiful and slender. We later learnt thst it was called a spaceship.
Even more was our surprise when our president, now with snowy white hair and dressed with strange clothes, walked out of it, arms wide open and smiling. After a moment's recovery from the astonishment, we all hurried towards him and embraced him with love. He laughed and looked happier than ever. Over the cries of joy, he said, “I am pleased to introduce to you, my dear citizens, the Humabs of the Eartch, also known as the Underworld!”
And out of the spaceship, four strangely dressed humanoid shapes stepped out.
(849 words)

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

◪ Word War 2
Wordcount: 336
Person warred: igloooo1
Win/Loss: Win
Prompt used: Yes, One thousand and one eyelashes blown, two thousand and twenty-one more to go.
Time: 5 minutes
Cabin: Bi-Fi

One thousand and one eyelashes blown, two thousand and twenty-one more to go. Katie was pretty sure that the extra two thousand and twenty-one eyelashes she had lost as a child and stored in a jar weren't going to make any more difference than the one thousand and one eyelashes already blown, because Jake still wasn't looking at her. As always, he was looking at the dumb blonde sitting next to him. What was her name again? Katie was pretty sure it started with a F or something. Like a Freeda or a Frankie. In Katie's personal opinion, Katie was a much less grandma sounding name than Frankie. Who names their child Frankie and expects them to just go ahead like that? Then again, the grandmas with the actual name Frankie must have been children too. If the current 17 year old Frankie would have been 70 instead, Katie wouldn't have batted an eye. Suddenly, she felt very sorry for all the Gertrudes out there.
No no, she wans't sorry for THIS Frankie. This Frankie was a devil. This Frankie was a demon spawn. This Frankie was sent straight from the depths of Tartarus to mess with her one chance with her seven year crush. Obviously, the only year she had gotten him in her class timetable, he was sat next to this prettier, shorter, cuter, dumber blonde girl who was stuck to him like glue. Honestly, it irritated her to no bounds that a smart guy like Jake would get affected and manipulated by a girl like her. She couldn't believe her batting her eyelashes trick had even worked on the teacher, and she had gotten an A plus on a project she was supposed to have failed on. Katie couldn't remember the last time she got a B in the class she was in, even after studying for countless nights. Their teacher was picky and stingy with marks, but clearly, Frankie seemed to be an exception to his bad mood. She was blown away.

‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭୨ ASSIGNMENT 5 ୧ ⊹ ˚₊‧

MYSTERY:
A silken silver thread
Leading to a glowing web.

The lights start to flicker.
Let’s keep on going, dig on deeper.

Crack the case, and /find/ him.

A mystery shrouded with lies.
Where is the truth, shining through the light?
Look through the clues,
What’s their alibi?
Let’s unlock the truth
And solve the mystery.

Where has he gone?
Where does his secret lie?
Has he gone mad?
Has he been taken from the night?

Isaac Icarus
Has disappeared overnight.
Where did he go?
Did he fly too close to the sky?

His presence alone,
Has powered us through the night.
Yet now that he’s gone,
Nothing else works in sight.
.
A so-called genius,
Yet he fell down
into the ocean.
Not a trace of where he is,
But not a single clue will be missed.

A case shrouded in lies
And an intricate thread.
Darkness swallows us,
And yet we still have, a web of light.

| ♞ | ୨ 157 words


SCI-FI:
Apologies, it seems this file can’t be found.

Hello Pathstrider, enter code:
Good luck in our digital world!

ERROR- VIRUS ALERT!

Operation: Firewall
COMMENCE!

Welcome Pathstrider.
It seems Hyperwave will be gaining a new member.
Neo Genesis seems to be crushed under pressure.
Though you can handle it, I assure.

Welcome rookie, to Hyperwave.
Keep your head up, we must be brave.
A new digital world,
Have you found your path yet, traveller?

The Path of Destruction,
Demolisher, stray away.
Fights the most, has the most action.
Leaves behind mountains of ash.

The Path of Nihility,
Prefer not to get aggressive
A support, yet doesn’t heal.
A person who sabotages another.

The Path of The Hunt,
Strong, yet slow.
Fights one, singular.
An effective assassin, yet can’t handle a horde.

The Path of Erudition
Weaker, but can fight hordes.
Multiple enemies hit in one go.
Not as honed, but can still pack a punch.

| ♞ | ୨ 154 words


ILLU-FI:
Another me,
An alternate reality.
A place far from home,
Beyond my own reach.

Our multiverse,
Shattered and scattered.
The Illu-fi verse,
It’s all that’ll matter.

This place is crawling with spiders.
Watch out, a villain on the corner.
An experiment gone wrong,
A destroyed collider.

An 87.5 chance,
Yet that 12.5 percent shone through.
A bang with an explosion
And then our universes collide.

A parallel person,
Another spider,
A villain and those below,
All from one accident.

Merging together
People from across the multiverse.
Banding with each other
To defeat those against them.

New people,
New villains,
New allies,
and new challenges.

Across the world,
The multiverse,
Perhaps even beyond.

I fight behind my mask,
And you do too.
Universes apart,
Yet brought together to one.

We’ll fight until we need to part.
Until we fix the collider.
Until they’re defeated.
Until we need to go.

| ♞ | ୨ 150 words

skylar daily dump

Illu Fi - 153 words
Let’s do this one more time
From the top, two, three, four!

Hey, hey you! The collider’s broken and-
Woah, oh, woah,
It looks like we’ve got so many spider-people here!

Does anyone know what happened?
All I remember was a loud explosion and then-

Bang! We’re in the same dimension-
(An interdimensional rift!)
Oh, woah, oh, woah
Anyone know how we can get back home?
(Find the collider parts!)
(Good luck, heroes!)

Let’s do this one more time
From the top, two, three, four!

It looks like we’re stuck in this dimension together
Woah, oh, woah
And no-one knows the way back home

Does anyone have any ideas?
(We need to fix the collider, right?)
Woah, oh, woah-
It looks like we’ve only got a month!
(What? What do you mean?)
A month before this thing tears the whole spider-verse apart

So we’ve got to find the collider parts!

(Good luck, heroes!)


Adventure - 150 words

Crash.
Bang.
Boom.

We’re stranded in the mountains
With no hope of rescue
How’re we going to get out of here?

(Follow me!)
We’re trekking through the snow and trying to make sure
None of us die on the side of this mountain!
(I mean, there are ten thousand ways this mountain might try to kill us-)

Stay close!
Follow your leaders!
And hopefully
This adventurous expedition won’t end in an absolute disaster

(Not that it already is one)

So grab your backpacks
And let’s get moving!

Time is running out, we don’t have a lot of food on us
We’ll need to find someone to rescue us
Before it’s too late and we’re…
(Dead? That’s kinda morbid.)
(Uh- yeah-)

So it’s time we adventured
Across the mountains
Time to find out if we can make it out alive, woah-oh!

(It’s not really considered adventuring if we’re stranded, right?)
(Semantics.)

Dystopian - 160
All is not as it seems
Everything on the surface is covering up for something deep
Perfaith City is a dangerous perfect

So join the rebellion!
We’re fighting for what’s right!
Let’s look at the records, maybe we’ll uncover what is wrong with this place!

We know it’s a dangerous perfect
Where Missing is “Recovery”
History forgets, silencing the revolution

We’re all just playing in a paradise
Where nothing is as it seems

So my dear friends, take up your arms
And fight for a world that’s good and right
Where we can strive for freedom

It’s time to escape from this dangerous perfect
It’s time to announce the revolution
It’s time to break free from our paradise
Perfaith City will crumble and fall

No longer will missing be recovery
No longer will history silence the revolution
No longer will we be playing in a paradise
Expecting justice while dreams all die
It’s time we escaped from this dangerous perfect!

☀ Muxa :: Daily #5 ☀
★ Cabin Anthems ★

Mystery
Word Count: 269

(Slow saxophone, film noir opening, intro)
Isaac Icarus, founder of Icarus Industries has been missing for a week now.
The clues? Technical mishaps, malfunctions, power outages, these strange webs
The leaders of the investigation?
Well, Mystery Cabin

Let the investigation begin.

Life is a mystery
We are ready for the victory
Time to investigate this mystery
We are trapped in this web of lies

Someone has told a lie
Someone has given the truth
It is up to us to reveal
Who the real one is from the fake

Track the clue, settle the score
This is what we are looking for
Find the truth, know the winner
It is time to unveil the mystery

What happened?
What is going on?
(Who is the perpetrator?)
(What are the clues?)
Investigation leads to information
Soon the story will be unveiled
This mystery will be revealed

Track the clue, settle the score
This is what we are looking for
Find the truth, know the winner
It is time to unveil the mystery

Track the clue, settle the score
This is what we are looking for
Find the truth, know the winner
It is time to unveil the mystery

(Um. I think we have a problem…)
(The webs are back again.)

Who are you?
Where were you at the scene of the crime?
Many suspects, many witnesses
Begin the interviews
Look for clues between the lines
Lies are not hard to find

Soon we will find the winner

Track the clue, settle the score
This is what we are looking for
Find the truth, know the winner
It is time to unveil the mystery

Adventure
Word Count: 221

Adventure for the win
Adventure for the win

We are the most adventurous around
Climbing mountains, sailing seas
We walk the path of danger
Through frost, and through flame
We are not afraid to adventure

Adventure is going on an adventure
We are going to make it through these woods
(Did we just get lost?)

Hop on in
It’s time to go on an adventure
(ADVENTURE)
Grab a friend
We are going on an adventure
(ADVENTURE)

The cave is closing in
We only have so much time to escape
(Oh no, it's caving in!)
But the journey is not over
Adventure will take its place

Darkness opens up, the peak high above
There is still more to our journey
(I can see the top!)
First place is Mount Everest
Adventure will climb to the top

Hop on in
It’s time to go on an adventure
(ADVENTURE)
Grab a friend
We are going on an adventure
(ADVENTURE)

The ranks we climb
Adventure we find
We have gone through cave and over sea
Our place in first will be secured
(Adventure will win!)

Hop on in
It’s time to go on an adventure
(ADVENTURE)
Grab a friend
We are going on an adventure
(ADVENTURE)

As the end is in sight
Adventure wins with all their might
A new adventure waits in the horizon

Dystopian
Word Count: 261

This world has been taken
By the ones that want control
Their ideas of perfection
Only exist to take control

A revolution is rising
We are not holding back
It is time to fight

It is time for the city to be reborn
It is time for us to take it back

We are taking back this city
We march for our evolution
Dystopian will claim the win
Time for a revolution!

We rise up to fight
Keyboards, pen, and paper we write
Tonight we will take the glory
The city will be ours
We will escape this purgatory

We are taking back this city
We march for our evolution
Dystopian will claim the win
Time for a revolution!

We are taking back this city
We march for our evolution
Dystopian will claim the win
Time for a revolution!
Time for a revolution!

The war is almost won
Even if we have just begun
This revolution has the power
The might of desire
You will squander, you will cower

This city is not yours to own
This power is not yours to grow
We will take back this city

We are taking back this city
We march for our evolution
Dystopian will claim the win
Time for a revolution!

Dystopian will win
(Dystopian will win)
Do not think of running
(Do not think of hiding)

First place will be ours!

We are taking back this city
(Taking it all back)
We march for our evolution
(We will make it to the top)
Dystopian will claim the win
Time for a revolution!

End notes

I don't know how to songwrite gamers.

In my defense for the repetition, chorus. I hope it's alright haha. I tried to pull from the cabin lore as well, but it was really hard to figure out good words

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◪ Noͦ 5
Topic: Anthem writing
Points earned: 250+100 for proof

◪ Fanfiction
Wordcount: 150/150

Joy to our nation
Don't believe in canon
Nation of Imagination
We choose to love fanon

Calypso isn't made for Leo
He is made for US!
Cardan could be perfect so
Jude disappeared. Don't make a fuss

We like to come up with things
We wished the author wrote
So we write them instead
In a sea of sadness, we are a boat

A character d*ead? Not in our book!
A character a villain? Not here!
Any website, no matter where
If you need fanon, we are near

Turn off your auto rotate
and read into the night
Sometimes reading a Dramione
is the reason for a fandom fight

Once again, repeat the cheer
Fanfiction to save the day
Without us, the angst authors
would be able to get their way

JK Rowling, Rick Riordon,
Lauren Roberts, Tolkien too,
Mark our words, after writing our fanon
We're coming for you

◪ Action
Wordcount: 150/150

We are the official dopamine cravers
Can't go a day without scrolling on twitter
Action is the only thing keeping us awake
Drama is leaving us hanging

We need the thrill; we need the suspense
But don't make us wait long, we might get bored
There's a certain balance that we crave
“Oh my god, a Ferari chasing a Ford!”

Our official word is “Binging.”
For we get stuck in the cycle for days
Binge watching, Binge reading, Binge eating you name it
We'll always be there with a way

We hate people mischaracterizing
“Action” as movies, series, not as books
We're not talking about Tom Cruise here,
It's about the hero escaping a gang of crooks

Procrastination is something we love
If something isn't exciting, why do it?
We don't know how our cabin is in the top seven
None of us deem the weekly fit

ALL HAIL ACTION

◪ Myth
Wordcount: 150/150

Joy to schizophrenia
Joy to going mad
We see people in constellations Yes we've always had

Joy to talking to yourself
Joy to making sense…?
There is obviously a way a man can be born from a donkey's essence

Joy to seeming fun but
Joy to being impossible
If Zeus had just stayed faithful, the other men could have their fill

Joy to having books about
“Joy to highest king and lord!”
When none of them would have survived without the minor god

Joy to having no courtesy so
Joy can be for many things
like holding gowns and feasts instead of saving innocent nymphs

Joy to having books and books
Joy to birthing horses
A girl won a weaving contest, upon her we put curses

Joy to myth and joy to legend
Joy to all we read
Our ancestors were loopy, and they drank a little too much mead

What Are They Even Doing in Fanfic? (164 words)

Fanfic!
What do they even do there,
I truly don't know
Where they even go
In fan-fi

Oh! I forgot something
I'm supposed to be convincing you
That we're friends or something
So that we can betray you later on-

Ignore that, fan-fi!
Later on,
You divide into fandoms
(or something like that,
nobody truly knows)
And have fun, um,

Oh, right!
That's right, that's right!
They're all doing something that has to do with rock
Yup, that's all that's on their clock
Something to do with music
But besides that?
No one else knows
What else goes
On in fan-fi

They have two word count groups, but are they all the same?
Of course, there's nobody to blame
That none of us know
What on earth goes
On in fan-fi

Mhm, it's not our fault
None of us are to blame
None of us are to shame
That no one knows
What goes
On in fan-fi


A Generic Call to Action (171 words)

Action is similar
Yes, it's something quite familiar
Yup, that's right
Differences despite
We know the words
That's illu-fi's verse
The Spiderverse!

Shooting webs across the web
We type out our archetypes
Brazen, loud, and clear
We scarf down mangoes
With so much grandeur
You'd think that we were something grander
But we're not
We're Action!

Our words don't fail
Even in the extremes
When all is lost
Everything still seems
Worth the cost

When Action gets involved
You all know
Something will come to a head
We're Scratch's favorite shooters of spiderwebs
Saving the day
We always win
Some day, some way

We're action
The rulers and writers of the Spiderverse
Always brooding and plotting
Penning, moving, and jotting

We'll write a story that comes from within
With the power of our cabin and our motivation
Tell them to watch out for where we've been
Watch them cede the win!

It's time to answer the call to action
Because that's who we are
We're Action!


Meet Sci-Fi (177 words)

Cyborgs and aliens
Godzillas and mothmen
In Sci-fi these are our bretheren
Sometimes they're our enemies,
but we don't have to talk about them

In sci-fi, we love making things go boom
Although today,
a virus seems to be
our imminent doom?
The author's not really sure
Though it seems we'd also like to make things burn

We all work for Stellaron
Securing and procuring
Positions and lots of different missions

What a time to be alive
The Internet needs to survive
But there's no need to fear
Sci-fi's here
Saving the day
One thwarted crime at a time

Sci-fi is a classic
We've been around as long as any cabin
We'll stay together till the end
Be it the end of the session or the end of the sun
And we never have to pretend
That everything is under control
We're all ready to rock and roll

Sci-fi, we're here for you
We'll steal for you
Unless you're illu-fi
Then we have no need for you
Bug off
We can't wait see you lose!

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