☀ Daily 4: Word Wars ⊹ ₊

User: @babyoda1546
Nickname: Sage
Cabin: Utopian (Jellyfish Cabin)
WPM: 27-36

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User: @Maciplayz-
Nickname: Seira or Maci
Cabin: Mystery (Hourglass Cabin)
WPM: 27

Info:
Prompt: “Of course, they drank the moon. Again.” - @AmazaEevee
Time Limit: Five Minutes

My Part:

“SAPPHIRE!” I yelled, “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? ARTEMIS IS GOING TO KILL US!”

Let me explain. I’m Kalani, a 15 year old female who has been chosen by the gods to take care of a dragon. Yes, a dragon. Her name is Sapphire and she happens to be the most chaotic and impulsive dragon of the ten. Sapphire is the embodiment of havoc and deceit and my job is to keep her under control. Well, turns out that job is impossible. And for all of you delusional readers out there going “But Kalani! Anything is possible if you put your mind to it!” Yeah, no. I appreciate the optimism but you are completely bonkers. Well, now the goddess, Artemis is standing in front of us. She hasn’t said anything quite yet, but her disapproving stare and crossed arms is all I need to know she wants to turn us into two deer and let her hunters run after us with bows taut

“Artemis, I can explain” I say. That is not at all the truth though. I cannot explain and I have absolutely no idea why Sapphire drank the moon again

“But can you?” The goddess-

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☀ Word Wars: Lio ⊹ ₊

User: @babyoda1546
Nickname: Sage
Cabin: Utopian (Jellyfish Cabin)
WPM: 27-36

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User: @orpheliio
Nickname: Lio
Cabin: Tragicomedy (A-WEEMA-WEH CABIN)
WPM: 40

Info:
Prompt: “Of course, they drank the moon. Again.” -@AmazaEevee
Time Limit: One Minute

My Part (See war with Maci for this to make sense <3)

“But can you?” The goddess asked. Dang it. She got me.

“No… I can’t.” I replied, admittedly my voice was tinted with shame. I let the gods down once again by not paying attention to Sapphire. However, in my defense, I was asleep. If I don’t sleep, I can’t wrangle that stupid dragon. How do they expect

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daily
Thursday, July 3, 2025
n/a words

Welcome to another SWClassic! It's time for the beloved three-word stories! For this daily, post three words of the beginning of a story in the comments of the main cabin, or continue what another SWCer's story by replying with only three words! Any words you write for this daily will count towards your word count goal! Have fun, it's chaos ensured!

(I am not going back and counting them.)


table of contents

Well, let’s see here. Let’s play this fun little game of “let’s guess what in the world Bea is talking about!” if you guess correctly, you get an uhm… free virtual cookie from her. *thumbs up*

Chocolatey on the outside, and filled with caramel. A sweet treat, a favorite – unless you have braces or not, if you’re a rebel. In mini form, or in full, it’s tasty either way. Even if it’ll get stuck in your teeth, later. Has some friends that it’s commonly found with in bags or bowls of candy, though, Bea is picky and rather strange, meaning she hates those.

While it’s not rare, it’s not common, either. Seeing as Bea never finds it, anywhere and always has to buy it from the store. ANyways.

What, you haven’t guessed it yet? Hm. Too bad. But, here, since Bea’s feeling rather kind, she’ll give you a hint. It’s her favorite candy. (Though, she’s not quite sure if she’s ever mentioned it here on Scratch. Whoopsies.)

Again, it’s made of chocolate and caramel and is very, very, very sweet and is definitely not good for your teeth. Oh well. Bea still likes them anyways. But, it’s also very, very, very sticky, because, again, caramel. Bea really likes chocolate and caramel, if you couldn’t tell by now.

Oh, and it’s space-themed, another one of Bea’s favorite things. Stars and space and planets and the moon. Yeah, that definitely adds some brownie points to it being her favorite. (And, no, it’s obviously not a brownie, Bea just wanted to make a pun.)

So, chocolate, caramel, and space-themed. Bea is pretty sure that it vastly narrows down all of the many, many options of chocolate and caramel candy. So, she’s definitely hoping you can figure it out by now. Even if she’s sure that it’s obvious.

Weekly 1 || Developing Dart the Jumping Spider || 4260 words total

Quick note: I decided to do this on a fan OC so I could focus more on the character and not have to worry about the world and other characters interacting with her. Sorry if it's cheating, but she's also my newest character who I wanted to develop more. Anyways, for context, she's intended to be a Bug Fables OC who lives probably 100 or so years after the game's events. And apologies for the sheer length, and to be fairly honest, I rushed the ending of part 4 XD I should not be allowed to write fanfiction

Part 1 || 271 words

Dart is one of the first generations of jumping spiders that have gained sentience. It is mainly for this reason that she is not all that knowledgeable on how to interact in society. That, and she always seems to have her theoretical nose stuck in the same book she carries around with her. If she were to interact with people, which is rather rare, she typically makes the conversation more about her and her interests, sometimes overriding the conversation partner's words, feelings, and even comfort in extreme cases. Either the conversation is all about her, or it's all about the other person because she refuses to speak. Rarely is it in between. Because of her interests practically taking up most of her life, as she is young (think older tween/young teen) and doesn't have much else going on, they can also get the best of her outside of conversations. If she sees anything in her life related to her interest, she would admire it or ask questions about it to people nearby for hours. If she sees a famous figure she's interested in, she may eavesdrop, or outright stalk that person like a paparazzi without a camera. Being that she is among the first of her kind to be sentient and live within society, she also believes that her natural self scares others, making her both insecure about her natural appearance, needing fake antennae on at all times, and feeling that she can't fit in. She feels this way, even if society/another person doesn't actually care what species she is, and finds it difficult to shake that feeling off.


Part 2 || 229 words

Dart is going to have some conflict with society, and primarily Leif, her only idol who's currently alive. This at first gets her super hyped upon meeting him, getting into stalker territory, infodumping about everything they know, and just overall making the very isolated ice bug aggressive towards her, nearly endangering her. Eventually, though, they bond, mainly because she shares an interest in his past, and he feels that he should face those feelings he's put aside for so long. Dart admits that she wants to become an explorer, and therefore Leif takes a more mentor role in her life. Dart begins gaining useful physical skills, although she starts to lose interest in it all. Her interests die down, and her overall mood kinda goes down, feeling the need to make her new mentor proud. She almost goes down an isolation spiral, until Leif intervenes and assists her. She begins to find real comfort in him, removing her fake antennae and showing who she truly is. Leif's acceptance shows that she may have been overreacting in terms of insecurity. She starts showing her identity to the remainder of the Ant Kingdom. She goes off of the path of becoming an explorer-esque fellow in favour of something that matches her way of enjoying her interests. Those interests intensify further, sure, although almost in a positive – if not mildly annoying – way.


Part 3 || 277 words

Dart comes from a long line of non-sentient, non-awoken jumping spiders. She was among one of the first time be hit by it, while her own mother wasn't quite as lucky. Her mother no longer had feral instincts, but had no ability to be a functioning part of society. Dart then took it upon herself to move away from the far grasslands and to make a life for herself in society. She began by reading library books, mainly to know about her history, and to learn how to read. Her main motive for becoming an explorer is to feel like she's contributing to society. She doesn't want to seem like a slacker, or worse, a feral creature who deserved nothing more than a cruel attack by a genuine explorer before she struck first. This is also what motivates her to hide her identity as a spider, no matter how poorly she attempts to hide it.
Later on, upon becoming Leif's “student”, her main motive to continue when she begins to feel that exploring isn't right for her is to make it feel like Leif is actually doing something. She knows he's struggling, and making him feel like the work he did to make a friend and help someone leading to nothing, she figured that would hurt him. Perhaps even make him hate her for bothering him. Even making him more isolated than he was before. Since he was so well known, what if he caused her reputation to fall apart? What if she were executed because she was revealed to be some nasty feral traitor? She didn't want to find out until there was no other choice.


Part 4 || 3483 words

The Ant Kingdom. A destination I have been eyeing for moons now, and finally I was here. No guards stopping me, they didn't even bat an eye! Or notice any of my eyes. Or my fake antennae for that matter. It was as if I could fit in perfectly with everyone else! The place was nearly as cool as it said in the history books. The castle was giant, more than enough room for an entire kingdom alone. The buildings were a combination of modern and nearly ancient. Some buildings were still made of materials left by the giants, while others seemed recently built, and that combination I found to be rather interesting. However, the most intriguing thing about the Ant Kingdom plaza were the statues. An old statue of the founder of the Ant Kingdom was on one end, pieces of it crumbling. A more recent statue on the other side of the plaza showcased three bugs standing triumphantly. The same bugs shown in my favourite book, ‘Bugaria: A Complete History, Volume IV - The Explorers’ Way to Victory”. I couldn't contain my excitement, nearly squealing! I ran up to it, reading the little paragraph engraved underneath.
“Dedicated to the Heroes of Legends
“Team Snakemouth, a previously amateur exploration team, made the most of their strengths and teamwork in order to search for the Everlasting Sapling, and defeat the Wasp King, therefore bringing peace back to Bugaria. For their achievements, they were knighted shortly after their victory.”
My book had told the truth. All of what it said was real. My greatest idols I had seen in pictures, there they were. In statue form.

Eventually, after likely several minutes, I had got my fill of the plaza, and made way into the commercial area. Not that I could buy anything, I was the proud owner of 0 berries, but I wanted to get a feel for the atmosphere of the bugs who lived here doing everyday things like shopping or cooking, or whatever they did. It wasn't as interesting as I hoped. There was a town chef, a couple of small shops, a decently sized arcade. Though the bugs within it were nothing special, until some dude nearly ran into me as I was looking around. I was about to turn around and shout at them for their ignorant behavior, however…
They looked oddly familiar. I turned through the pages of my book, and there he was. Blue wings, fluffy antennae, it had to be Leif, one of the members of Team Snakemouth. But… that was impossible. He was adventuring moons ago! He, and the rest of the team, had to have been long passed. Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps it was a relative. …no, probably not.
I saw him walk into the store, and decided to eavesdrop ever so slightly.
“Ah, there you are. I've got your order ready.”
“Please don't make a big deal about it. Just give us the food please.”
“I wasn't-”
There was silence for a brief second, and the sounds of rummaging bags.
“Sir, you know you don't need to pay, right? You are the one who-”
“We insist.”
“Ok, sir… have a good one…”
He then walked out without another word, and I couldn't help but stare at him in awe as he dragged his groceries back to wherever he was going. At first, I had planned on continuing on with my day, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know what he was up to, and if he was who I thought he was. So… I followed him.

He made it into one of those older buildings, nearly dilapidated, probably due to rain and weathering. Then, looking through the windows, I saw him lazily put the bag down, and sit down on a bunk bed. The whole place had boxes and bags scattered around, most of them looking like unopened gifts. He seemed to grab the newest edition of the termapad. That's when I planned to walk away, but my stupid legs decided it was a good idea to walk up to the doorframe, being that he had installed no door. He stopped and looked up.
“…what do you want?”
I pretended to look surprised. “Oh my goodness… I did not realize you were here. I was just wandering around…”
“Sure you were. We don't give out autographs. If you have a gift, don't bother giving it.”
“I don't actually want either of those things… I just wanted to say… I AM SO AMAZED BY WHAT YOU'VE DONE! BEING AN EXPLORER MUST BE SO COOL!”
He froze. “What?”
I went pale, and my heart sank a bit. For a brief second, I thought I had found the wrong bug. I took a second to collect myself. “Wh- what do you mean? Aren't you Leif? Part of Team Sna-”
“Please… don't speak of that.”
“What? Why?”
“It's really none of your business to be digging into our past.”
“But… your name's literally in the history books!” I turned to a page in my book talking about Team Snakemouth. “How do you not expect people to dig into your past?”
He looked down at his termapad again, ignoring me.
“Come on! Can't I idolize you for a minute?”
“You're literally stalking us. Assuming you followed us from the shop.”
That hurt. I didn't really realize that I was actually being creepy, possibly even a criminal.
After a moment of awkward silence, he spoke up again. “We recommend you leave now.”
“Aw, but I have some questions I wanna-”
“Leave.” Leif was now holding a ball of ice I'd assume he spontaneously made out of magic. I backed away, although I figured he wouldn't actually freeze me. I didn't leave. He clearly was not a fan of that, creating a cage of ice around me. I had a couple of inches of wiggle room, and I was sure to die of frostbite or hypothermia if I were to stay here for more than a few minutes. I made a little squeal, and then sat down, shivering. For a moment, I believed I was as good as dead. Then opened up a small hole on one side of the cage, Leif entering the frozen prison immediately after. One arm was in front of him as if he casted the ice to melt away into nothing. He sat down next to me, and I simply watched him as if he were about to murder me. I mean, he nearly did for a moment.
“We shouldn't have done that.” He glanced up at me. I wasn't sure what kind of response he wanted from me.
“What do you mean…?”
“We overreacted with little reason.”
“No… I understand. I was pushy. I shouldn't have tried to make you confront whatever past you had when you didn't even know me…” I stood up and left.

The day began to fade to night, and with nowhere else to go, I laid down on a bench. I waited for everyone else to leave the plaza, likely taking a rest before shutting my eyes…
“Hey… kid. You need a place to rest?” I was tapped awake. Mildly afraid, I turned around, all eyes wide open, antennae falling off of my head. Sure enough, it was Leif. I panicked, shutting 6 of my eyes, re-adjusting the antennae. He looked at me funny, but I tried to ignore it.
“Why are you asking?”
“Because there's an inn right there.”
“I have no berries.”
“Ah.” He stood there, kind of hovering over me like I was some child. “…we suppose we have a spare bed. Not that we really-”
“Me? Rest in your house? I'd gladly accept! I- I mean… are you sure it's ok?” I could see that he was trying to hold back laughter to that reaction.
“We guess. We feel that we should do some sort of favour.” As he turned around, I silently cheered, pumping my arm into the air. I ran up beside him as he led me back to his house. I stepped around some of the boxes left around the house, and he helped me climb up to the top bunk of his otherwise empty bed. He passed a large leaf up to me, and according to him, I very quickly went to sleep. I would've thought my excitement and intrigue would have kept me up for much longer.
The next morning, I wasn't entirely sure what to do, so after some careful consideration on the bed I laid on, I figured I'd take a light snack, being I had none of my own, wait until he woke up, and thanked him.
As I reached for a simple crunchy leaf in his bag he received yesterday, Leif woke up. He sat up, a tad bit startled by me, and then confused.
“Uh… I was hungry…” was all I had to say for myself.
“…whatever.”
“Sorry… and thanks… for letting me into your home.”
He simply shrugged. He himself grabbed a snack, and started fiddling on his termapad. I quietly snuck up on him and glanced at what he was looking at. Photos. Old one by the look of the quality. Photos of Team Snakemouth. The one he was specifically looking at was Vi tackling Kabbu, and a close up of a little chomper plant at the top of the frame. “Are they…?”
“Yes… they are.” He answered before I could even finish my question. “Whatever you were going to ask, probably yes. Are they Team Snakemouth? Are they our friends? Are they… gone…? All of it… yes.” He let out a sigh.
“Oh, sorry.”
He shut the termapad off and looked over at me. “Why are you so interested in our life? Aside from our past achievements, we've been living miserable and alone since before you were probably alive.”
I was a little startled by the question. “Well… for a lot of reasons, really.” I started going on about how I had been obsessed with Bugaria's history, especially the story of the Everlasting Sapling, and the explorers who helped through that chapter of the land. I then went on about how I was mildly surprised he survived that long. It appeared that he was going to respond, but I must've been too distracted to actually let him say something.
“As well as all of that… I kinda want to become an explorer myself.” I told him. “Ever since I learned about bugs like you, something about the adventure and the treasures and the bonds you make with your team, it's all so alluring!”
“You? An explorer?”
I felt mildly offended. “What? You don't think I have what it takes?”
“We didn't mean it like that.”
“If you're unsure if I've got it, why not teach me?”
He paused, considering. “Sure. Why not?”
I had to take a second to comprehend why he had said. I had thrown that out as a joke, and he was actually accepting my offer? I squealed, hugging him. He seemed to mind the hug, although he didn't push away.
I was about to become an explorer, and be like the bugs in the history books.

It was just a couple of hours later, and Leif was leading me to somewhere within the outskirts of Bugaria. He froze any mildly threatening enemies along the way, and ensured I stayed by his side.
Eventually, we reached a cave.
“Hey… isn't this Snakemouth Den?” I asked, mildly afraid.
“Mhm.”
“My first day of training, and you bring me here? Probably regarded as one of the most dangerous places in Bugaria?”
“Oh, trust us. There's worse. Stay outside of the depths and you'll be fine. We've been here plenty of times. Unfortunately.” He muttered that last part. He began to walk in, and after a second, I followed him in, feeling the atmosphere change with every step. The brightness and safety of the outskirts began to disappear as the den’s jaws grew closer, eventually swallowing me whole. Metaphorically, of course.

Within the den, we very quickly encountered an enemy. Leif referred to it as an inichas. Never heard of it, but I wasn't about to doubt an explorer.
“So… how do you plan on fighting?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You got a weapon? Physical combat? We'd say magic, but you clearly have no magical potency.”
“I- uh… I can kick well, I guess. And… what do you mean I clearly don't have magical potency?”
“That's a start. And, we can simply tell. Don't bother with the details.” He then motioned at the feral bug. “Go on, hit it.”
I obeyed, giving it a nice kick with 2 of my legs, one after the other.
“Intriguing technique.” He told me. “Not enough to break through its defenses.”
“Why in the world did you make me battle something WITH DEFENSE!?”
“…that's a good question. Good practice with your fighting skills, we guess.”
I sighed, and searched through my bag where I mainly kept my book. Ah, there it was. I pulled out a little bag, and in it, a few blow darts. Although, before I could spit one at it, it dashed at me, knocking me over. I screamed, and looked over at Leif.
“Get up. It's part of fighting, which is a part of exploring.”
I quickly got up, finished setting up the blow dart, and boom, the bug was poisoned. The two of us waited for a moment, and sure enough, it was weak enough for one last kick to finish it off before it could attack me again.
“Aha! Take that, you nasty creature!”
“There's more where that came from.” Leif dared to inform me.
I muttered some mildly unkind things, which were luckily quiet enough he couldn't hear and didn't bother to make me repeat myself.
While in the den, he made me attempt to defeat several bugs hiding around, most of which I defeated with ease. He decided to make me fight one last inichas hiding around before going onto some other sort of training, although being dumb and inexperienced, I mistakenly put my guard down. It struck me as I looked away from it for a brief moment, and it HURT. Way more than. The first one that attacked me. So badly that I just sorta sat there, and silently cried. It struck me again, and when I attempted to flee, it went for me again, Leif freezing it before it reached me. He picked me up, bringing me back to his home. We were rather quiet, aside from my sobbing.
“I hate it there…” I muttered as he bandaged up my leg.
“Well, injuries like that are bound to happen as an explorer. We've had worse happen.”
He looked up at me, and realized that did not at all make me feel better.
“We're sorry though.”
I dried a tear. “…what kind of injuries have you faced?”
“Loads of feral bugs biting and clawing at us… that time we got into a fight with a beast of the forest… the dune scorpion incident…” his voice trailed off.
“…what was the dune scorpion incident?”
He looked back at me, snapping back to reality. “Just a typical attack. Nothing too ground-breaking.”

The next day, we began training again. Leif put me through more fighting trials, and then started taking me exploring through Bugaria. He made me find my way around the Lost Sands until I memorized it, he showed me the various kingdom, and made me go through so many battles… So many. Too many. And all of these trials would take hours of the day, barely enough time to relax and read a book before falling asleep. I was too exhausted to hold my head up when we got back. Even if we weren't doing any of his silly quests, I still felt a need to get better at basically everything, as I could never meet up to my own expectations. Leif didn't seem impressed by my growth either. Everything was oddly demotivating. But… how could it be? This was my dream, right?

One night, Leif found me curled up on the bench he saw me on the night before he became my mentor. I was sitting there, wanting to collapse over all of the stress this caused me. I didn't want him to see me upset. Then he'd think he had been doing something wrong. Over the course of the past several weeks, he'd been giving me tidbits of his past, and I didn't want to contribute to that trauma. I didn't want to quit and make him either feel useless, or feel that he was losing someone else in his life after finally opening up after his team had passed… for the second time. However, perhaps in an attempt to make him feel satisfied in opening up, I shut out him, the rest of society, and even myself to a degree.
He took a seat next to me, confused.
“What are you doing out here?”
I look at him. “I dunno.” Then I look back at the ground.
“You've been oddly quiet. More quiet than we are. It concerns us to a degree.”
This irked me, and I have no idea why. “You're not happy when I'm bugging you. You're not happy when I'm not bugging you. You're not happy when I don't work hard enough. You're not happy when I work too hard. I swear, sometimes you're just never happy.”
“Ah… we see. You just dislike us now.”
“That's not what I said.” My tone was angrier than I would've liked. “I… I dunno. I just feel like I can't please you. I guess that shouldn't be surprising. How do I please someone like you? Emotionally distant, a literal celebrity?” I shifted myself so I was turned away from him.
“You do please us. Just not at the moment. Not when you're getting riled up over trivial things.”
“Trivial things? Being overworked is trivial!? I can't enjoy anything now! I don't want to do this anymore.” I froze. I didn't mean to reveal that I disliked becoming an explorer. I waited for some angry response. Or him walking away. The few second silence killed me, as I knew there was no way to take back my word.
“…then why didn't you bring it up sooner?”
“Huh?”
“If you don't like doing this, why didn't you say it sooner? We would've stopped at any time.” He seemed oddly chill about it.
“I don't know… I guess I thought you would have hated me for it or something. Abandoned me once the spot, abandoned society for good. I don't want to see you shut yourself away again.”
“We wouldn't want to see ourselves, or you, be shut away from everyone.” He sighed. “Trying to distance yourself, it's miserable. Things happen, and that doesn't mean you run away from it all. We learned that the hard way.”
I turned around, now facing him again.
“You helped us, and now we feel that we should help you. Maybe we may not be a mentor for you in terms of becoming an explorer, but we can mentor you through life.”
“Are you saying… you'll be here for me no matter what?”
“…yes. We both need someone in our lives. Why not make that each other?”

We were back in his home, and after tidying up slightly, we sat on the bottom bunk, Leif showing me old photos of Team Snakemouth, teaching me every personal detail about them and their adventures.
“Vi sounds like my type of person!” I announced, standing up. However, upon standing up, my fake antennae fell off of my head. Leif kinda stared at me.
“Oops.” I said, picking them up.
“We nearly forgot that you wore that. Why do you wear those anyways?” He asked.
I shamefully sat back down, holding it in my hands. “I guess insecurity. I am a jumping spider. Didn't you guys fight those creatures when you went exploring?”
“Yeah, but times change. We knew you were a spider the moment we saw you. We didn't fight you.”
Now I was even more embarrassed, knowing he could tell the whole time. “How did you even know?”
“You have 8 limbs.” He rolled his eyes.
All 8 of my eyes blinked at once, probably the first time opening them in front of him, aside from the first night on the bench. “I guess I should've thought of that…”
“We doubt society cares. Why would they? They all know all bugs awaken at different times. If you don't hurt anyone why would anyone else?”
“I suppose that's a fair point. Any normal member of society would treat me with respect.” I then snapped the headband with those fake antennae on it. I then ran outside, ready to show the world who I truly was. Dart, the history loving jumping spider.

July 5th || 316 Words || I cannot tell if I made this super obvious or not XD

(Yes, I am exaggerating ever so slightly for comedic effect)

Here it is. It took 8 years, but it's finally here. Sleeker, ever so slightly larger, and with new features no one asked for. Aw man, I can't wait for my father to yell at me to not get my greedy cheeto fingers all over its $700 (or $500 if you're american) screen.
The only reason you'd want this ever so prestigious device is if you want to listen to an amazing ost (that you could also just listen to on youtube like I'm doing right now) while driving in a straight line for 15 minutes or if you really like purchasing expansion packs for random 1-5 year old games.
So, what else is included? Magnets. And buttons to unhook the magnets. And of course a brand new mouse… actually, 2 of them, that you can only use on this device. How exciting for a three/four hundred dollar price difference! Oh, and a video chat program which has a questionable start-up sound.
The menu, bland and unchanged. The device, practically a scam when you can get the original that has slightly worse quality and slightly worse entertainment. Just like every other technology company in existence. At least it has a start-up sound of its own.
I own one of my own, somehow. Because how else do you expect me to race around as my favourite biker dinosaur?
Great job, dear company. You scammed everyone. You created such an outrage with this expensive piece of plastic, computer chips, and magnets that everyone bought one to complain about it or argue against the haters. Every youtuber cannot shut up about it, somehow increasing sales and getting me to commit to getting one. You scammed me too. At least I didn't get scammed by your cardboard marked as virtual reality. I hope you enjoy becoming just like every other tech company, something that I never thought was possible.

July 5th Daily

It may be small but it is certainly a mighty invention.

This product is a perfect tool for anyone of all ages; contrary to popular opinion, it is not just for mere children but anyone who values things that are simple and easy. It does prove useful as the first step towards a common milestone for children, allowing them to begin a long and rather boring journey full of rabbits, time, and clothes. But then many people decide that it is no longer necessary and abandon. But that is the wrong thing to do and those people do not recognize its value at all. Is it necessary to keep? No, there are certainly alternatives. Is it a good choice to keep? Yes. It offers comfort, practicality, quickness, and ease of use. Why leave this item behind just to seem mature and then switch to a awkward, strange, alternative that likes to fall apart? Never make this mistake, it will cost you time and energy.

Not only is this product very easy to use, it can come in a wide variety of colors and is usually attached to items with a even wider variety. Blue, black, green, pink, purple, this item can do it all.

However it unfortunately does have it’s flaws. It’s quite loud and although some may like the texture, others may find it irritating. It may not always be tough enough to survive it’s adventures, and is easy to undo with a simple motion.

All in all there are both pros and cons to this item, but the pros most definitely outweigh the cons. It’s practical, it’s brilliant, it’s easy.

But wait. After reading this, you may think that you are aware of everything to know about this product. That would be a accurate assumption. Except for this item’s greatest secret! It is entirely useless alone. With its second half, it is a mere piece of useless nothing. The two parts work together to accomplish their goals, and if you have just one, you can do absolutely nothing with it and you really should get the other half.

350 words

Word count: 335

So, my daily!! I think that this does count as a product. Not a specific brand or anything but, it is a product.

My product is typically made of paper. It can also types in different forms like digital or audio. But, it was traditionally made of paper. They can come in a variety of colors and sizes.They have existed since ancient times and started becoming able to be mass produced thanks to an invention by Johannes Gutenberg.

They have been the starting point of many different fandoms and they are occasionally turned into movies. (Or fan-fics, don’t forget the abundance of fan-fics out there.) There are buildings where you can check them out for free. (Unless you have late-fees.) Or you can buy them in almost every store. (Including the grocery store. Sometimes… it does actually depend on the grocery store.) But there are also stores just to buy them.

You can use them almost everywhere, as long as you have one with you. (use them?? I don’t really know how to actually use the correct term without giving it away.) In the car, in your bed, at school, and the list goes on. There is no country really without it, even if the country does have limited education in literacy or where it is uncommon.

Some people don’t really enjoy them, or can’t due to literacy or other issues. Which is unfortunate. (In my opinion since they are some of my favorite things in the world.) But, some people do enjoy them and may make them a hobby. There are also occasionally limited edition versions, with sprayed edges or different covers, maybe with extra parts that weren’t in the original.

The physical versions can be stored almost anywhere as long as it’s not directly in contact with water or other paper damaging things. But, they are most commonly stored on shelves or in piles.

I don’t know, I feel like I made this highly obvious but, it was still a fun daily.

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i. “the lovely color of daffodils and marigolds…”

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guess the product . sci-fi . 332

A hexagonal prism? A shade of sunshine orange, so warm and enticing? The lovely color of daffodils and marigolds and a tool used so often within the general world.
This marvelous utensil is used typically to create, although the standardized feature at the back of it is a small tool that does the opposite, a shade of pink the same hue as sakuras. Used in many school classrooms, homes, and so many more, this tool is one of the most common found on a teacher’s school wishlist! Any guesses yet?
A tip made of a soft bluish-gray metal is what allows this instrument to work properly. Without it, the purpose of this creation would be abandoned. When one of these tools struggles with a lack of this material, one must carve (not manually) around the tip in order to expose the tip once more.
Many different instruments and machines have also been produced in order to allow this tool to work its function. Said carving utensil, a larger version of the soft rubbery material found on the end of this tool, and even sheets of paper allow this creation to work!
This tool is oftentimes associated with a natural counting number, used for describing the density and feel of the metal tip. The most commonly found type of this tool is described using a small number.
There are also many varieties of this tool, ranging from colors of the rainbow to muted grays, the most common. This medium is used for activities involving the hands, particularly creative outlets, in which the common gray forms the first layer.
Within the history of this tool, a French inventor from the 18th century created the modern version of this tool, although many before him used undeveloped versions of the utensil for the same purposes; keeping records of events, whether merchants’ business or royal affairs.
This tool is extremely common today, and without it, many SWCers would be affected, lacking the materials necessary for their craft!

Word War

I rolled onto his lap, shifting into a comfortable position. I felt his damp hair on my cheek, and twirled my finger around a curl. I felt his soft, even breath, and I looked up into those dazzling brown eyes. He was looking back at me, and for a brief moment our eyes met. He smiled, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
“This is your birthday gift for me? Cuddling around in my lap?” he asked, his tone slightly mocking.
I would tease him back, but it is his birthday, so I roll my eyes and grin instead.
“What makes you think I've brought you a gift at all?” I asked him back, a brown curl still wrapped around my index. Jesus, every part of him was delightful.
He sighed extravagantly. “I would have never imagined having a rich young lady as companion didn't even involve a gift on my birthday. I am severely disappointed.”

I laughed, but behind those words I sensed his sorrow. We both knew this would be our last night together. Tomorrow morning, before the first rays of the sun would emerge from the horizon, he would be aboard a ship, on his way to the New World. There would
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Word War

All my word wars are endless rambles that don't make much sense and that have left what we call ‘grammar’ behind so bear with me while I write it haha. I don't know what to talk about so I guess I'm going to write as much as possible while I am thinking and so I will be continuing to write and I am continuing to write while I thinka bout what I should ramble about. Okay so I know now I'm going to ramble about the Grishaverse books by Leigh Bardugo. I just finished the Shadow and Bone trilogy mere minutes ago and the ending is (MINOR SPOILERS!) very sad indeed. I mean it's happy but it's sad at the same time I know I don't make sense. Word wars aren't supposed to make sense bwahaha. Okay so I also finished reading the Six of Crows duology a while ago and I've finished Rule of Wolves and King of Scars as well so basically I've read everything except the novellas I guess? And the thing about the Darkling and the Story of Saints or whatever it's called.
Okay now I'm going to ramble about how to write efficiently in word wars. Because the trick is you have to write your fastest so you can't leave yourself any time to think or else your typing speed will slow down dramatically. That's also why I don't like to use a prompt because prompts make you need to think and slow you down. I haven't developped the skill to write and think up some elaborate story yet so thus far my word wars are all rambles about nonsense so again bear with me hehehe. I don't know what to write about now… Okay so guys see the difference between this one and the previous word war? On that one I go 207 words while I'm already at 315 now which means the difference is pretty incredible. The last word war was
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It should be obsolete, this oh so simple object. Who would use it when there is so much better? No matter the type, archaic or mechanical, it's stubborn popularity makes very little sense. This object is the second of its kind, one so great that no one remembers the first. And after that there's three, four, five, the numbers go on, but I assure you, though you are very familiar with the second, you’ve likely never even realized there are more. Like a mind, it must always stay sharpened, but under too much pressure it’ll crack. And just like a mind, it's used for so many tasks, but its only temporary, this object, and will one day wither away.

And better of this object have been made. One where it no longer needed to be sharpened, one that theoretically would never have to be thrown away. Instead it simply needs replacements, no longer like the mind of a human but the core of a machine. Then another. More machinery. More wires. A different name but more style. But that evolved form of the object can’t even work with the traditional, it won’t work without anything but something as electronic as it. Should that fact alone not make the new object of less worth than the old? No, but only not yet, as this basic object, second of its kind has one companion. And that companion, flat and blank, is becoming of less value as well as technology grows fast and neverending/

And yet. And yet despite it all. Despite the typewriters and the keyboards, the markers and pens, and all those made to defeat this simple yet mighty object, have either fallen whilst trying or only been good enough to stand on the lower pedestals. For this object, once holding the crown, heavy upon its head like lead, now made of something safer, still reigns above all else. Whether in the arts or in arithmetic, it will convert mind to matter. This object, it should be obsolete, but as they say, if it ain't broke, don’t fix it. And even if this object breaks it can always be sharpened.

05.07.25 ⟢ 305/300 words ~ Mysterious Product :00

My product is more popular in the United Kingdom than in the United States! These usually have a deep red and blue plastic packaging but there are lots of different types of packaging you can get them in- the colours depend on the kind of product you can get inside. They aren’t packaged separately. You would buy these in a grocery store and they would be stored on a shelf as opposed to in a freezer. You have almost definitely heard of the main word in the brand name before!

You can have these by themselves - though having the original ones by themselves would get bland - or with tea; as long as you don't get them too soggy! I also use these when baking sometimes. They taste a little salty- but also sweet and there is a distinct wheat flavour. Be careful when you eat these because it’s likely you’ll get crumbs EVERYWHERE. They are also a tiny bit dry. I’d classify these as biscuits. When you bite into them there is a crunch and the distinctive flavour hits your tongue. Whilst these are filling, you wouldn’t be able to live off these as that would get quite unhealthy!

As for what they look like? They’re round beige-brown circles (when not topped with chocolate) and there are some letters engraved into them of the brand name. You can also buy types with dark chocolate or milk chocolate spread on top of these; you can see the grid type grooves in the hard chocolate. If you get the type with chocolate, you can’t separate the chocolate from the actual biscuit. I’m not sure about other places, but they’re usually cheap enough in the UK. They would probably be able to fit in the palm of your hand.

Oh, and- these are The Original ;D

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You stand, most likely in an airport, and look at the pile of this product before you. Your mouth starts to water, and all of a sudden, the ridiculous pricing doesn't sound so bad. If you're on the way back, you even tell yourself that (because there's a deal on) you will take one for your friend as a holiday gift. I mean, you'll just eat it yourself on the plane home, but that's irrelevant. I don't know why, but they are one of those products that are always in airports, on ferries, or in duty-free. Like, taxes just don't apply to the product for whatever reason. Or maybe it's just one of those things that at home, just tastes like gluttony.

Anyway, the product. It will clog up your throat with a thick film of sugar, as it melts in your fingers. You wonder why there are strange letters on the sides, but carry on nonetheless. You tell yourself it's more luxurious than normal chocolate, based solely on the packaging, which may seem exciting to some. But exciting or not, it's definitely iconic. The shape is marketed as some kind of miraculous spark of genius, to connect you with the outdoors (or some other rubbish).

The product is well known worldwide. But what will stay with you longer than its legacy is the pieces of nougat stuck in your back teeth. It's definitely not as elegant as the other chocolate from the country it is proud to have originated from, as its famous landmark is plastered on its packaging. They have acknowledged this, though, in recent adverts, which are… hard to watch, to say the least. Who knew eating could appear so horrific? Despite this, the product remains a global favourite, and is an icon in both the worlds of product design and shapes.

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This object emanates light and warmth, bringing life to a room. You love the way it can brighten up any place, twinkling or glowing, pulsing and never-changing. It was named after a type of vegetable and the oldest one lasted for over 120 years!
They were invented as early as 70,000 BC. They are a typical addition to any home - in fact I have never gone to any place without seeing one of these. They are essential to those living in the Northern Hemisphere, and provide a feeling of safety and are very inviting (usually).

They are also quite symbolic, for a multitude of reasons, like having a good idea (big hint)! The newer models are much more energy efficient than the old ones, but they look less pretty and are overall more garish. Unlike most things which are at their best once completely new, I like these when they are a bit older, as they are much cuter and cosier. Depending on how they are displayed I can love them or hate them.

They can come in many different forms and can go pretty much anywhere in your home. They can hang from the ceiling or sit on your desk. But you just cannot imagine life without this thing brightening up your daily life. In fact I’m using one right now to help with this daily! Very useful.

Lots of people use this to take away the fear of things they are scared of like monsters or nightmares. They can be used to be functional or aesthetically pleasing. They can be used to help with so many tasks, like drawing or reading or writing or even eating! There is a magic one featured in a Disney film (wow, I’m being so obvious here lol) and you just love it. You cannot imagine life without it.

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It’s funny how some things just stick with you no matter how much time goes by or how grown-up you feel. Like this snack I’m thinking about. It has been around my whole life. It’s nothing fancy and it’s not trying to be something it’s not. It’s just there. Reliable. Comforting. The kind of thing that can make a bad day a little better or turn a normal day into something special. I’m not even sure how to describe it without sounding silly because honestly it’s just a little crunchy cheese cracker. But that’s exactly it. The tiny crunchy cheese cracker that somehow became a classic in lunchboxes on road trips and during snack time for generations. Imagine the bag. It’s small shiny and makes this loud crinkling sound the moment you tear it open. Sometimes you try to be quiet at school in the library or during a boring meeting but nope. The bag basically yells snack time. And honestly that’s part of the fun. That crackling noise makes your mouth water instantly. Inside the bag are a bunch of tiny orange shapes each one smiling back at you. Who decided to make snack crackers smile? It’s like they are teasing you daring you to eat more. They’re shaped like fish but in the goofiest most cartoonish way possible. Not realistic at all more like doodles you’d quickly sketch when you’re bored. The little eyes and curved mouths each one grinning like it knows some secret you don’t. Then there’s the smell. When you open the bag a wave of cheesy powder hits your nose. It’s not really real cheese it’s this fake nostalgic cheese scent that somehow makes your stomach growl. It’s cheesy salty tangy and a little sweet all at once. Like a childhood memory you can actually smell. The first bite is always the best. You pop one in your mouth and hear a soft crunch. It’s not like biting into a chip that shatters everywhere. This crunch is light but satisfying a delicate snap that melts into a cheesy powdery burst. The flavor coats your tongue sharp salty and a little tangy. And that orange dust gets all over your fingers but instead of wiping it off you lick it right off because that’s honestly the best part.

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July 5 Daily (I just looked around the room for this one lol)

Although it is supposed to be out and played with, this particular specimen stands next to the TV, inert and covered in dust. Its hide is white, purple and gray and looks strangely cobbled together in ways that barely make sense. A black box sticks out of its neck, a white panel covering it and a black wire connecting one side from the other. A strange translucent cone-shaped thing sticks out from between its eyes, which look like they were pasted on.

It does not have hooves like you’d expect a typical member of its species to have, but instead strange gray cylinders with wheels on the bottom, for it has no knees and can’t walk normally. (At least its kneecaps can’t be stolen.) At least, that’s true for its front legs. Its back legs are just large rectangular sticks connected in the middle by a giant tire. Its legs are thick and bulky, white plates covering the sides. Its tail and mane actually look rather realistic, except for the fact that they are glossy and flat and clearly not made of hair.

This isn’t real, you think, and walk up to it for a closer look. Your closer look tells you that you were absolutely correct. Every part of its body is connected by small yellow rivets. Its eyes looked pasted on because they were - they’re just stickers you can peel off. When you touch its hide, you don’t find the soft hair you were expecting but smooth plastic. It’s becoming clearer and clearer what this actually is.

Sadly, never again will this specimen come to life, for the method of making it move is impossible to reach: an app on a child’s tablet that has long been dead and useless, and the child is older and no longer into animals like it anyways. If it weren’t lifeless as it is now, it would make strange whirring and clanking sounds as it moved, and its horn would shine with a thousand colors like the rest of its brethren. It’s still being made, though, and others of its kind are being sent to kids who love them, but will eventually forget.

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Daily 05 - Mystery Product

Small but a necessary product for those who a deeply involved in the world of music. With an all-new sleek and modern design, you'll surely be enjoying this product wherever you are! This new model has two new versions to choose from: the base model and the pro model. Either one is a perfect choice.

With a charge time of up to 20 hours, you'll certainly be blasting whichever music artist that you love so much! It's just the thing you'll need in order to become the 0.01% listener for whoever you listen to, or to get the most listening minutes and have the best Spotify Wrapped out of all your friends. Now equipped with spatial audio, the product tracks your head movement in order to deliver surround sound and 3D audio, creating the perfect immersive listening environment.

The pro model features noise cancelling, perfect for listening to music, an audiobook or a video in a noisy environment - or even if you just want to block out the sound of your annoying siblings or kids fighting all the time.

It also features a conversation awareness mode, which is especially useful while noise cancellation is being used. It temporarily disables the noise cancellation if someone talks to you, ensuring that your parents can't yell at you for blocking them out! Sounds like an instant buy to me!

But what if you lose them…? Easy fix! It can easily be tracked using your iPhone, and you can even use the ping feature to easily find it. Perfect for when it's lodged between your sheets.

This new product from Apple will surely be the fix for your boring days. Its sound quality is absolutely phenomenal, making listening to music and audio an entirely new experience. And surely one that you'll want to experience.

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