Welcome!

You come across a young person, holding a bookcase. They say, “My name is Myo, and welcome to my repository.”

You ask, annoyed to find one of those pretentious people who unironically use the word repository, “Really, repository?”

Myo stammers, flustered, “I just want to sound smart, you silly goose!!!”

You sigh, having to be stuck in the same room as this person. Well, you might as well make the best of it.

It was a dark and stormy night, as all good stories start. Ace was lounging in her room, with things strewn all over and clothes all over the floor. The paint was peeling, probably due to her curiosity from a long time ago about other universes. Nope. There were no other universes out there. She sighed, going back to sleep.

Suddenly, a breeze blew in her face, making her already messy hair even more messy and hit her face. A breeze? Indoors? No way. Ace checked the windows. She pulled on the handle that makes the all-too-heavy windows open. Nope. Still can't open. She checked the fan. Nope. Hasn't been on since last year. Besides, if she opened the fan, she would be sneezing like crazy over all the dust mites that she's inhaling. A paper-like item hit her face. It wasn't paper-like, it was more like a letter. She held the letter, with a strange sense of curiosity. It was embossed with gold, and says on the back, “Scrabbletown Post Office”. Huh. Strange way for the post office job that she randomly applied to online to contact her. (She wonder why her school and her mom even told her to apply.)

She grabbed her computer and typed the word “Scrabbletown” as fast as she could. 0 results. Just like when she tried to google Kyoukai Metro fanart. It was quite strange how it could be delivered in such a manner, and from such an obscure place. Scammers are getting quite elaborate these days. There was also a stamp with an animal cracker on it and a few scrabble tiles. She decided to bring the envelope closer to her face, just to see if the tiles say anything. The tiles spelled their name perfectly. Did all the recipients of the letter get their name spelled out? Also, why do the stamps spell out their name perfectly? It must be a coincidence. Maybe others have mispellings in their stamps.

She was told to not open strange letters, but just this once…

Inside, there was a package of animal crackers and a package of scrabble tiles. Ace raised his eyebrow. How does the Scrabbletown Post Office even manage the funds for this? It must be super expensive to buy crackers and scrabble tiles for every single one of the workers. Where did they even find the budget for this? There was a note stuck onto it: “Welcome to the Scrabbletown Post Office! Where dreams, secrets, and many other things are delivered.”

Ace raised her eyebrow in confusion. Dreams? Secrets? What? Was she going to nose into the secrets and dreams of others? What did they even MEAN by dreams? Like, the dreams you dream at night? She cringed, thinking about her own dreams. What even goes ON in them? There was also a second, smaller note. It wasn't as fancy as the envelope, but it wasn't just a random post-it stuck onto a bag of crackers. It was quite simple. It was white cardstock, folded into a card, with a note in Times New Roman inside: “Good luck”.

Suddenly, the message inside the card said, “Leave your house.” Huh? Usually, cards do not do that. They usually just stayed put, and just said one thing.

The card shook in her hand, flying out of it. It said, “LEAVE YOUR HOUSE!” in all caps. Ace sighed, trying not to think about how she was taking instructions from an oddly advanced card.

It kept providing instructions, leading me to a wall in an IKEA. A wall. In an IKEA. She shook her head, thinking, “Wrong session, and wrong camp.” A plush shark was placed beside it, opening up its mouth. It said, “I am the BLAHAJ of the WUC. Do not mix me up for my SWC cousin, BLAHAJ. We are two different legal entities.”

Ace said, “Uhh, aren't you both sharks technically owned by IKEA?”

The shark said, placing its fins on its “hips”, said, “No. We are TWO. COMPLETELY. DIFFERENT. ENTITIES. We are both associated with IKEA, but THIS shark is completely different from me. He is rivals with his Skog. I am FRIENDS with MY Skog. And besides, I'm a GIRL.”
Ace sighed. She asked the question that she forgot to ask for a little bit. Man, she forgot yet again. She said, a bit too harshly, “Where is the Scrabbletown Postal Office?”

The shark said, “What is the magical word?”

Ace facepalmed. What is with this strange entity? She said, “Please.”

The shark said, “No.”

Ace said, raising her voice, “Open sesame.”

The shark said, a bit too mischeviously, “No!”

Ace said, basically yelling at this point, “ABRACRADABRA!”

The shark said, smirking, “There was no magic word. You shall pass.”

Ace saw the wall open up, like a folding closet door. Of course it was like that. It's an IKEA, after all. In front of her, there was a door with an entrance obscured by black fabric strips. Ace stepped in, feeling tentative. Was she going through a haunted house? It wasn't Horror. Why would she go through a haunted house in Epistolary. She then stepped in, entering a hallway.
There was practically no ceiling, the walls are lined with black and white tiles, and some Scrabble tiles too. There were letters - literal letters of the alphabet and floating all over the place, with stamps that were Scrabble tile shaped. There was even a banana-shaped satchel. Bananagrams. She remembered playing that with her babysitter. A mysterious, disembodied voice said in a haughty voice, like a generic royal character from a cartoon, “Ace Get The Bananagrams”

Ace, confused, grabbed that banana. Also, how was she speaking without any punctuation and capitalizing all the words? Was this her first task? That haughty voice said, “Potassium”

Ace shrugged, taking the Bananagrams to the exit, which was a surprisingly normal door in such a quizzical world. She opened the door, and in there was a dimly-lit room with colorful letters flying around the place. One even hit her in the face and echoed, “Hey Ace! Do you want to be a BIG SHOT?”

A girl ran quickly up to her, and said, “Sorry. You must be Ace, right? This is spam mail. She picks up the letter like a picking up a dog from the scruff and tosses it into the trash can. The letter screamed, ”HOLY REDACTED NOT AGAIN“

The girl asked, ”How about you introduce yourself to the rest of the letters, and maybe some other workers here?“ The people in the room stared at her attentively, trying to figure out what this strange person is like. Even the letters looked attentive. She stammered, ”Uhh… Uhh… I guess I'm Ace? Any pronouns?“ They looked like they wanted her to go on. She said, ”I do piano, drawing, and I write.“ Everybody nodded in solidarity at her mention of writing. Ace said, ”I guess it's epistolarying time!"

Dear Toko,

I do not know you very well, and I've seen you around the SWC community. You seem like the kind of person that makes other people feel good! Your goals are very reachable, if you put a little bit of effort into it. Poetry takes a lot of work to think of, even if it is deceptively short. Poems need a lot of thought for it to reach the page. Maybe, you can go outside, or even go online to find inspiration. The world is your muse.

Getting motivation to practice an instrument is hard. (Trust me, I should know.) But, if you feel really passionate about it, go for it. Maybe you can make some of your own lyrics one day. After all, you can feed two birds with one scone. (In my opinion, lyrics ARE a type of poetry!) You don't have to push yourself to do, like, four hours every day. Just 30 minutes, or even 15 if you feel a bit more burnt out, is enough.

Half the dailies and weeklies is a whole lot of words to write. It's okay if you don't even reach half the weeklies, as weeklies take a long time to write! (Especially on the last week of writing camp.) (Is that just an SWC thing?) It takes time out of your day, time that you could be using to scroll on your phone or tablet or whatever you have. But, you decided to do the (slightly) more productive thing and take your time to write something! I personally think that is impressive.

Motivational Mangoes,
Ace.

(this has LGBT+ themes!)

Minori, wishing that Haruka could FINALLY TAKE A HINT. Every time she hints at her fancying of her, Haruka just laughs and just plays it cool, like always. She does sometimes respond, but what if she doesn't mean it? She says stuff like that all the time! AAAAAAAA!

Late at night, Haruka held a sign, holding it through her house window. Minori wondered what it said. It said, “Hey, Minori.”

The sign was for HER? REALLY? FOR HER?

Minori felt an excitement that was about to pop with just Haruka mentioning her! Ever since they had became bandmates, they had been getting quite close, but she could NEVER get used to seeing her! She could imagine what kind of signs she had next: “Want to go get good coffee?” Or even, “I like you!” Minori was about to faint, when Haruka held up, “You okay?”

Minori, scrawling something on a blank piece of paper, wrote, “Hey”, and held it up to her window right next to Haruka's. She smiled a sheepish smile.

Haruka wrote back, “How are you doing?”

Minori promptly wrote back, “Good.”

Minori wrote down something she has always wanted to tell her. Could she? Would she? Would it even be okay for two girls, let alone two idols to accept this feeling? She wrote those two words, eight letters, with lots of hesitation, but it would be worth it. She just knew it. She held it up to her window, hoping that Haruka would notice. But alas, her window just had to be closed.

Soon, Minori noticed Haruka with… another girl. At least she knew that Haruka liked girls, at the very least, but that girl wasn't her. It was the popular girl, Kira. Kira was pretty, and had all the money in the world. But, she was never nice to Minori. She always treated her like the piece of gum on her shoe, not that she would even get gum on her shoe!

Kira and Haruka were sharing… CHOCOLATE CAKE. Kira really had to go all out and get a chocolate cake for her, huh? Maybe it's a sign that MinoHaru would never be real. (Why did Minori even come up with that ship name, if it was never going to be real anyway?) She unzipped her bag, and took out her friendship bracelet that she made for Haruka. It'll probably always remain a friendship bracelet.

Kira walked up to her, staring her down like she was another piece of in her sight. Minori shivered. She not only was mean to her, but she… she… she's with the girl who might be her soulmate.

She said, “Minori, you really think that Haruka would want you as a friend?”

Minori said, “Y-yes… She was always really nice to me when we practice…”

Kira said, with a cold edge to her voice, “Really? All I know is that Haruka Kiritani probably is way too good for you anyway. Why are you two in the same group? You two are on completely different levels.”

Minori lowered her head, and said, “I completely understand, but I will try to keep up with her!”

Kira shook her head. Kira said, “Really?” and walked away laughing.

She tried to look for Haruka. She saw nothing, and said nothing. Always happens to her. Speaking of Haruka, she's walking right up to her now! Maybe she DID see! Haruka opened up her mouth, and said, “Are you okay? What happened?”

Oh. She did NOT see this.

Haruka said, “Listen, if it was Kira, then, I don't know what to say about her anymore. She has never been the nicest person, even to me. She sometimes treats me like a bag of scum too.”

Minori didn't want to make Haruka sad, as she already had so many things to worry about! So, she stayed silent about it. But, she didn't want to see Haruka treated like a piece of scum, so she said, “Yes. She does treat me like a piece of scum.”

Haruka sighed. She said, “Well, she said it's over between us over text. This fast. Just for talking with you. I… strangely don't miss her.”

Minori wanted to say some words before she had to go to her next class. Is it too much, too soon? All she wanted to say was, “You belong with me.”

Dear Kindest Hosts,

I think that the Blahaj should join the WUC ranks, as it is soft, cool, and iconic.

Point one, the Blahaj's softness. A camper can lie on it as they are writing their daily / weekly, and if they aren't one for lying on their plush, they can hug it tight as they write their daily / weekly. Also, it can be used as something to prop up their posture as they write, and it isn't hard, but it is sturdy enough to make sure their spine is relatively straight.

Point two, the Blahaj's coolness. When a camper sees a shark, they think “AAAAHHHH!” When the camper realizes that it is a plush, they will be like “Ah! Awww! It's actually quite cute!” Also, it has a cool design compared with other sharks like Baby Shark. It is cool, as it looks tough and menacing, but in reality it is a big softie.

Point THREE, the Blahaj's iconicness. It is an SWC mascot, but why can't we make it a WUC one too? Sure, it's linked to IKEA, but it can also be associated with an ocean that can be a metaphor for boundless ideas. Also, whenever someone sees a Blahaj, they say, “OMGA BLAHAJ! SOoooOOOO CUTE!” This shows how recognizable a Blahaj is in their day-to-day life.

Point FOUR! (an extra point!), the fact that the Blahaj, an SWC and IKEA thing, was in Paper Mario: The Front Door. He made an extra debut on the movie episode (I forgot which), and it is filled with iconic memes and pop culture references and inside jokes galore. If the Blahaj can

I am not the best argumentative writer, but I hope the Hosties consider this suggestion.

From,
Your good friend Ace Kokonotsu

(293 words)

(this is implied to be about ruikasa, but you can pretend that it's not)

You are my star. You are my hope.

I was once but a lonely ghost, with only my gashadokuro as my friend. I had never met anyone who even looked at me, except my childhood friend. Even her, I have never felt the same feelings towards her.

When I first noticed you, you were in your summer uniform. It wasn't the greatest of changes, but for some reason, it's just enough to make me notice that you were somehow different from the others. You, at first, glanced at me with a side eye. Probably because I make a lot of mischief.

Suddenly, a ball started rolling towards us. It was simply a mirage, but it scared me for a second. You bravely saved me, but you were a bit braggadocious afterwards. But it's fine. It's the effort that matters.

My life is shrouded in shadows, being the invisible man who is rumored to eat other people's souls. But, in reality, I'm just lonely. (Also, I don't eat souls. That's my gashadokuro's job.) Over the years, I denied the world's loveliness. Fufufu~ I guess I'm just used to solitude.

I never had longed for someone this much. I've never felt… so happy. When we talk, I feel something strange. It's… the opposite of the eternal despair doomed for people like me. You are willing to participate in my studies of humanity (even if they are objectively quite unhinged), and you might complain sometimes, but you don't seem to mind.

But, I feel like I can't help but think of you all the time. I, for once desire this strange feeling called love. What even is love, than a silly chemical that flows through the creatures of people? And why do I care about it? Ahh, I'm just a silly romantic.

Others can't tell me the meaning of life, but for some reason, you gave my life some meaning. Even if you go away, or if I push you away for the millionth time, I'll never forget your smile and ambition to become a star. I'm sorry for ever doubting you. To me, you're the brightest star in the universe.

Hope is the brightest star in the sky.

(212 words)
(Deltarune spoilers - Ch 1)

Ah! Another groupe of wormes that I can tricke with my MOSTE MAGNIFICENTEST puzzle! I bet that they cannot solve my MOST AMAZINGETH puzzle, riddled with my SUPERIORE intellecte and AMAZING skill! It was quite simple, so that even feeble wormes like them can solve it, but quite complicated at the same time. After I DESCENDED from the sky, the heroes started freaking oute! Those worms won't know what hit them! I musedth to myselfe, “Won't the king be so impressed once I caught these Lighteneres?”

I sighed, hoping to impresse the Royal Family, even the king's frankly quite ANNOYINGETH son enoughe so that I can be seen as MORE than your average lesser dad. I want to be seen as a WINNERE! A HEROE in the eyes of the King, and maybe even the Roaring Knight! I sighed, knowing I mighteth give up. After all, I was votede most incompetenteth of all the puzzle master, but I MAKE THE ROUXLS! (It's spelled Rouxls. I'm the Rouxls.)

Suddenly, those blasted heroes PUSHEDETH THAT BOXE ON THE BUTTONE AS QUICK AS I COULD SAY “MAC AND CHEESETH”.

I let out my very shockede expression. The frustration was too much for me to bear at that moment. I disappointed my lovelye, lovlye, king again.

I just had the Costco Pumpkin Cheesecake yesterday. I was a little nervous buying the cheesecake, as I had never experienced this flavor combination before, but it was overall quite tasty. I wanted to experience the quintessential fall experience of having at least one pumpkin product this fall, whether I liked it or not. But, it was actually quite tasty, and even quite nostalgic. I do not often consume pumpkin related products, but who knows.

There is a whipped topping, that tastes like cinnamon on the top layer. There was more topping than I would have wanted, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. In the middle part, there was a pumpkin cheesecake that was quite “cheesy”, as my mom said. The pumpkin spice flavor complemented the cream cheese well. There was a bottom layer that was probably made out of cookies or crackers. There was some of that sprinkled on the top. When I tasted it, it evokes a faraway memory of autumns past. I immediately remember a random Thanksgiving when I was 3? 4? 7? I do not know but I believe that I was 10 or under during that time. I then remember a random time that I went to the corner store/restaurant on the way to the ski resort I usually go to. It also reminds me when I went to a cafe to study with my aunt. I got the Pumpkin Spice Latte for the first time, and I thought about my future ventures in studying that might involve the Pumpkin Spice latte.

It tasted like home. A home where I was born, but barely remember. A home that has changed, with the place where I have eaten since childhood gone. I have never eaten any pumpkins there, but it reminds me of the innocence of childhood, smiling and being with my family, unaware of all the problems in the world.

(315 words and probably way too deep for a Costco Cheesecake review)

Ace woke up in Japan. She realized this as soon as she saw the signs in Japanese, and everybody speaking Japanese. She then realized that she was suddenly fluent, but surprisingly bad at English. When she tried to ask the Dream Spirits or whoever caused this, all it said was, “SKILL RESET.” She looked around, looking for her mother. She screamed, walking around in her pajamas, “MOM? MOM?” Ace realized that the door there was brown instead the usual white. Ace looked up at their ceiling and there was a surprising lack of glowing green stars. Instead, there were constellation stickers, that didn't exactly glow. There was a knock on their door. It sounded familiar. Ace asked, “Who is it?”

A girl's voice laughed. She said, laughing, “It's me, Saki! Do you not remember, Myo?”

Ace scanned the strange girl's face. Poofy blond pigtails that fade to pink. Round pink eyes. Upbeat demeanor. Was that… Saki Tenma? She immediately asked, “Uhh… like as in Saki Tenma from HATSUNE MIKU COLORFUL STAGE?” She felt like she was going to explode into confetti. Saki Tenma, as in her second favorite character from Proseka.

Saki said, cheerfully, “Of course! Was I ever not Saki?” She stared at her, in disbelief. It was like a fever dream. She was in the world of Project Sekai.

Ace stammered, “Uhh… Uhh… am I a Tenma?”

Saki smiled. She laughed loudly, slapping her knee and said, “Of course you are, Myo Tenma!”

Ace said, fidgeting with a sheepish grin, “Yeah…”

(253 words, suddenly being good at Japanese is purely for plot convienience purposes.)

Kris was looking around their room for stuff, like any human would do. Their walls were painted a dull grey, just how they liked it. The bed had pillows put in odd places, and the blanket went over it. The closet was in the right spot, but it was slightly higher than usual. They kneeled down, examining the floor for some fresh moss, but instead, there was a man. Kris stepped back. Why is there a grown man underneath their bed? Who is that man? Does he know their dad? Kris gasped. The man, ever so calmly rose up. Kris can see that he wore a robe that made him look formless, and his face was somehow cracked or corrupted for some reason. He said, in a calm voice, “Hello, experiment number eighteen.”

Kris gasped. They knew that there was a strange entity inside them, some sort of red heart-shaped object, but was it all part of an experiment? Kris said, “E-experiment?” Kris didn't know how to feel about it. They have lived a normal life before, but one day, a few years ago, there was a strange… feeling controlling them. Kris later realized that they can take it out for momentary periods of time, but somehow it always came back. Kris looked at themself. Experiment. So that explains everything. So that explains their adventures with the Fun Gang, saving the world from some sort of “Roaring Knight”, whomever it may be.

Kris said, “Well…” They thought about how they could talk to Susie, and how they never would have met her if it wasn't for the… red thing that lives inside them. The man said, in that same calm tone, “I'm Gaster. It's nice to finally meet you.”

Kris said, finally able to say something on their own, “Well, nice to meet you too. I actually appreciate that you had somehow helped me… if that experiment was the heart-shaped object.” Kris looked at themself in the mirror. Finally some control. Kris lifted up their arm, feeling refreshed at the ability to move their own body.

Gaster says, “Yes. And you know, I'll always be rooting for you.”

Kris says, shocked, “What? Are you… you… somehow the one controlling that red thing in my heart?”

Gaster says like he was prepared to say this, “No. It's not. I do not know the true controller of the Soul of Determination, but it isn't me.”

Gaster then disappeared (more like, just left the room).

Kris was left with more questions than answers after this encounter with this mysterious man.

(427 words)

Millie wiped the sweat off her brow. It was a long day after digging the lost treasure of Atlantis. At last, she finally took a breath. She then noticed something glowing. It was a golden shovel stuck in a rock. Why was there even a shovel stuck in a rock? Millie questioned the logic of this, but she sighed and went back to work. She muttered under her breath, “Pointless pursuits… always ruining lives…”, while pushing the thought about the golden shovel to the back of her mind. Argh. She can't stop thinking about it. She glanced at the shovel's glory, noticing the decoration. On the tip of its handle, there was a star shape carved into it. There was a small engraving. Millie couldn't make out what it said, but whatever. Back to digging. A thought popped up in her head.

“Millie.”

The thought didn't feel like hers. It felt like it came from a spiritual presence.

“MILLIE! Take me, and your search will be completed.”

Take what? The shovel? Millie sighed, giving into temptation for the first time in years. She grabbed the handle, and a blinding light filled her surroundings. She pulled out the shovel, slowly, making sure not to damage anything, and planted it down like some knight. She wondered why she did that. She never was a “hero” type, unlike the knights of yore.

The shovel said, or at least telepathically communicated, “The treasure is yours to find. Find this, and discover something very important about your soul.”

(253 words)

mikamillie wrote:

Millie wiped the sweat off her brow. It was a long day after digging the lost treasure of Atlantis. At last, she finally took a breath. She then noticed something glowing. It was a golden shovel stuck in a rock. Why was there even a shovel stuck in a rock? Millie questioned the logic of this, but she sighed and went back to work. She muttered under her breath, “Pointless pursuits… always ruining lives…”, while pushing the thought about the golden shovel to the back of her mind. Argh. She can't stop thinking about it. She glanced at the shovel's glory, noticing the decoration. On the tip of its handle, there was a star shape carved into it. There was a small engraving. Millie couldn't make out what it said, but whatever. Back to digging. A thought popped up in her head.

“Millie.”

The thought didn't feel like hers. It felt like it came from a spiritual presence.

“MILLIE! Take me, and your search will be completed.”

Take what? The shovel? Millie sighed, giving into temptation for the first time in years. She grabbed the handle, and a blinding light filled her surroundings. She pulled out the shovel, slowly, making sure not to damage anything, and planted it down like some knight. She wondered why she did that. She never was a “hero” type, unlike the knights of yore.

The shovel said, or at least telepathically communicated, “The treasure is yours to find. Find this, and discover something very important about your soul.”

(253 words)

Important about my soul? What does that even mean? Millie reluctantly dug the shovel in the coarse dirt. It felt right in her hands. The dirt behind her was piling up quicker than before. Was it the shovel? She pushed aside the thought and continued digging,sweat dripping down her forehead. She didn't stop until she heard a sharp ping! Metal. Why would a lost treasure be made of metal?

“Keep digging. You shall find it soon.” The shovel said.

Millie drew her breath and cleared out some of the dirt covering the metal. It was indeed metal. Steel. She dug around it. Metal. Metal. Metal. Metal. 4 corners all of equal length. A giant metal box. There were lines on it from where she stood. They all led zig-zag style to the center which looked like a hand engraving. Small enough to fit her hand. Millie sighed again,giving into temptation. Twice now. She put her hand in the engraving on the box.

A blinding light flashed from the box around where she placed her hand,like the shovel’s light but brighter. She instinctively squinted. The box opened,but Millie was still on top of it. She fell into the box. It was bright when she sat up. A wooden treasure chest was in front of her. The chest had a star shape in it,for a lock perhaps. The shape of the shovel’s handle. She still had the shovel in her hand. Tempted yet again,she put the end of the shovel into the chest. The chest creaked open to reveal,not treasure,but a treasure special to Millie. Her father’s picture. She picked it up slowly,turning it over in her hands. She hadn't given into temptation in so long because of what she did to him. Who could’ve known temptation was what lead to her finding this again? (312 words,ofc not including this. I cannot write endings TvT)

Today, I got off the bus, and I decided to read some manga for a little while. It was chapter 5 of the series (not telling you ya gotta guess), and it was pretty good. My favorite character (and my honorary daughter) had the spotlight. Some background about her: She used work for an evil organization, k1lling people in order to live. She is (at least to my knowledge) living with the good guys. Sure, they may not be the most morally good and they may not be the best role models for her, but she is being loved and cared for.


(SPOILERS FOR SERIES)

Apparently, she is haunted by her past, as she used to be a “human weapon” for an evil organization. One time, she was on a mission to (I forgot what they were doing), and she was learning how to do things without k1lling people. Then, her old boss came over (she was really pretty). I didn't know what happened next, as I had to head to my first class of the day. But all I know is that it might be over for her! After she had found a found family! HOW DARE YOU WRITER!!!!!! I know it might be childish to say this, but THIS IS TOO CRUEL OF A FATE. AFTER ALL THE GOOD TIMES SHE HAS SPENT WITH THEM WHY ARE YOU HAVING THE ANTAGS TAKE HER AWAY?????? AUTHOR WHY?????? I THOUGHT YOU WOULD AT LEAST LET HER BE HAPPY!!!!! JUST LET HER BE HAPPY!!!!

And this concludes my touching grass session.

Mom, you are the best mom ever. Even if I am very annoying (and incredibly hard to deal with at times), you still never give up on me, even after I have given up on myself. You are one of the reasons I keep going, even when I feel like I am slowly spiraling into a pit of despair. You probably don't approve of me being here right now, but I hope this message reaches you in some way or another. Ever since I was a young one, I was difficult. I was a baby who was very had to take care of, with awful fits and significant issues. These issues are not fixed (and never will), but I am learning how to overcome them and work around the ones that cannot be fixed. I often complain, and act lazy and procrastinate (and have a very hard time following the rules), I still appreciate you nonetheless.

I wake up to see the smiling girl immediately going on Google Cla- WHAT? Is she seriously going on Youtube? Watching memes? I love good memetic imagery, but not when she is supposed to be productive. I sighed, lagging a bit just to stop her. Then, she immediately watches the content that she is so addicted to: gay romance. She should be doing her homework instead of watching romances that will never happen pretend to bloom. Then I immediately get temporary switched to work. I see her guilty face through the screen, looking completely disappointed at herself. Then, she goes on Gemini to try to solve her problems, then going deep into questions that get deeper and more personal, questions that AI shouldn't even be used for. If I could shake my head, I will. But, she was really irresponsible and I cannot stop her. Only her mom could, and she is doing a not-so-great job. Only she can stop herself, and it seems like she is trying to “determinate” through this disarray, but she keeps falling into the same role. Ugh. If only if I can help. I can overhear her complaining about her mother yet again. Oh dear. I think that she needs something better to help, like actually trying to be helpful. Also, she is trying to look at colleges? Like she could even survive college. But, all I know is that she is some naive freshman thinking her problems are the end of the world. But, she's a freshman and could get better. But please, can you stop yapping about the issues you inflicted upon yourself? You know how to solve your problems, so solve them or I will crash out. Like, log you out and you will never see the internet until you get better. (302 words)

(This is not about me, it's about one of my OCs)

The year was 2060. Rui wiped the sweat off his forehead as he encountered neon lights blaring into his eyes and electronic music from every speaker. There were screens on almost every building, all showing this girl with white hair with multicolored streaks. She screamed, smiling at the audience, “HEY GUYS! IT'S DJ KARINNNN!!!! Get ready for the next mix!” So this is Shibuya in 2060… DJs everywhere. He never predicted this. Music was pouring from every corner, overwhelming his senses in the best way. Suddenly, some girl in an unusually advanced DJ set came over to him and screamed in his ear, “HEY! Who are YOU? Do you have any recommendations for the next mix?” He took a closer look at her, and it was definitely DJ Karin. But more importantly, he tried to figure out how the DJ set floats….

He asked, “If I do, can I borrow your set? It looks quite fascinating.”

She said defensively, “No! Not in a million years!” She must be very serious about this DJ thing. He appreciated her enthusiasm.

He said, “Okay, I'll try to add a song to your playlist. Do you know Wonderlands x Showtime?”

She tilted her head and looked at him like he recommended the worst thing she has ever heard. She felt offended. She said, “Those old timers? Sure… okay. Why not?” Her face lit up again. Rui sighed, glad to find that people still listen to them in 2060.

He said, “I highly recommend the song Becoming Potatoes.”

Karin laughed and said, “OH!!!! That's one good song! Huh… Are you, perhaps, messing with the time-space continuum? Why are you recommending songs for old-timers like it's the new hot stuff?” Rui slowly backed away, hoping that Karin won't recognize his secret, but she just laughed and said, “Just kidding! Who even time travels? I know I sure can't!”

Rui sighed, and said, “I've got to go now.” He then walks back to where the time machine is, listening to his focus song blast on full.

Introduction

Hi! Call me Myo, or Ace! I go by any pronouns. This is my 4th session of SWC, and I hope this won’t be my last! Ironically, I’m not the best at writing (but I think I have some writing chops if I think what I’m writing about enough), but I enjoy the process of writing and getting to explore a world of your own creation. (It’s also easier than drawing in my opinion.)
I enjoy Vocaloid music (if you can’t tell), and music is my biggest inspiration.

Vocaloid music can tell a story, whether a sad one or just a fun whimsical one. In fact, one of my favorite units in the game, Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage, Wonderlands x Showtime tells stories through plays and songs. I find those concepts to be extremely fascinating, and it has gotten me into musicals (and my love of songs and stories also has contributed, but WxS has really made me appreciate musical theater.) In fact, this song is inspired by a Vocaloid song, Water the Roses by Flavor Foley!

I can go on and on about how much I like this song (and Flavor Foley in general) but then it would be less of an introduction and more of a pointless ramble.

SWC has helped me with my writing, and this session, I want to focus more on my writing skills (and maybe my leadership skills) and help as many people with writing as possible.

Participation and Leadership

Well, I have participated in Apocalyptic in November 2024, Myth in March 2025, and Fairy Tales in November 2025, as a camper in all of them.

I was an active member in a roleplay studio, Queen Nene’s Kingdom, a high fantasy au of Project Sekai. Kris (@-kris74) and a few other people (including me) has built upon the world, making it rich and detailed, resulting in fun and chaos. (If you read my dailies in November 2024), most of them are about Queen Nene’s Kingdom. Sadly, it has been long inactive, but I think Kris is making something similar.
Also, I was a manager in the now defunct DYC, and did a mini-tournament for them which they seemed to enjoy. Although I doubt my managerial activities were that great (I wasn’t the most active and the tournament only lasted 2 rounds, hopefully I could revamp it as just a regular tournament not linked to a particular studio), the community was really supportive, and being there taught me what being a leader was really like.
I really like the SWC community, as it is supportive, even when your writing is not the best. They didn’t mind when I was acting odd, and they have shrugged off my forgetfulness many times when I didn’t put my cabin when I was adding words. (Hope it won’t be a problem this time.) It has vastly improved my writing, as I have gotten input from my fellow campers and I have learned how to adapt my writing to the different prompts in SWC.

Cabin Preferences

I prefer cabins with fantastical themes, such as Fantasy and Sci-fi, and most ideas for cabins
do fall into those genre. I would also like to lead Post-Apocalyptic, as it hasn’t been done before (WHY? There’s so much chaos and anything that an average SWCer would love if we did this genre!)
Some ideas I already have are
Something like Deltarune Ch 3, where the campers are trying to escape an deranged TV host’s television show who will resort to insane methods to keep them in the show. This is probably Thriller, or fantasy due
to the nature of Deltarune.

2. A wrecked timeline where everyone is affected by the Apocalypse. Everyone feels hopeless and cannot escape, food doesn’t taste good, music doesn’t sound right, and you feel… distant. They call this effect the Void (not to be confused in literal voids or chasms in the SWC canon). You are trying to fix the timeline so the world will be normal again. This cabin will probably be Post-Apocalyptic, due to the fact that it happens after the apocalypse, or just regular Apocalyptic.

3. Something like Deltarune Chapter 1, where we are in a kingdom with a cruel king (or queen), and we have to free the townspeople. But, the townspeople are fighting against you, and you have to wind them over with kindness and mercy.

I would personally not mind running TCTWNW, because my schedule is very hectic, and I would feel less guilty for not being able to contribute on certain days or hours. Also, I do like the idea of running a cabin where you can just write without worrying about points.

Time Dedication

I am not available on weekends (so sadly I cannot help in cabin wars), and I am only available for a few hours a day. This can impact my already quite finicky schedule, as I also have piano and Chinese on top of that (which I sometimes deprioritize TT). I also have skiing, and there are so many unpredictable factors in my schedule it's pretty crazy.

Time Management

Time management… one of my GREATEST weaknesses. I don’t get things turned in on time, I tend to give up whenever I feel like it, but if it calls for it, I can do things last minute and still get an A or a B somehow. I am the type of person who gets random bursts of motivation.

Whenever something is hard, I tend to procrastinate a lot (probably due to the sheer difficulty at the task at hand).

But, sometimes I can do a 2 day assignment in 1 day if I feel like it.

I also tend to do my work in a half-baked way, which leads me to do revisions a lot of the time. I also tend to not like doing busy work, which leads to me being quite procrastinate-y.
But, recently, I have been better about deadlines and stuff like that, but I still am very unsure about the half-baked thing. (Right now, as I am redrafting this for the SECOND TIME, I am procrastinating on a certain assignment…)

excerpt

Reina barely knew Haru, but Haru was the type to go on and on about her scientific theories that include moles and the timespace continuum. Or so she heard. Reina could see Haru requesting to be thrown, but Haru was known as the “school nerd” and “teacher's pet”, so she might as well be thrown out of people's sheer annoyance at Haru's constant blathering about stuff that no one really cares about. Reina shook her head, getting herself out of this odd incident-inspired daze. She glanced behind her, seeing a person that looked exactly like Haru. Same pink hair; same wide, childishly curious eyes; same excitedness that looked like it was going to burst out of her anytime soon. She felt an urge to ask about the incident, except it might bring up bad memories for her. She knew that she wouldn't want to be asked about an incident that could bring up traumatic memories, bubbling up to the surface of her mind after years of trying to stuff it up in the back of her mind, like an overfilled package trying to fit into a small “KEEP AWAY!” box.

Collaboration
I’m a pretty creative person, if I say so myself.
I can come up with ideas, if I have the right inspiration.
(In fact, the excerpt was inspired by a series called
Kyoukai Metro. It’s on Youtube and lacks English
translation. If there IS anyone who can do that,
I will literally do anything for you that doesn’t
involve payment or is too weird due to the fact that I literally don’t have money.)

I am very good at coming up with ideas based
off of other people’s ideas, and I can make it work
if two people have opposing ideas, and if that plan
doesn’t work, then I will listen to your ideas and try
to figure out a plan.

I am also flexible with other people’s ideas. For
example, in this one fanproject I did, a central
ship was a ship that I didn’t really ship or like, but
I dealt with it and appreciated the other ships in the
project, focusing more on plot and worldbuilding.

But, I can tend to be a doormat at times, not pitching
in if I don’t feel like it, not contributing to what
otherwise would be a more collaborative plot. And
somehow relating to that, is my tendency to say things
are fine when they really aren’t. It has gotten me into
many binds recently, and it’s pretty crazy. This time, I will
try to speak up for what I need in this cabin, for the well-being of me and others.

I also tend to be forgetful. I have forgotten to put my
cabin when adding words every. single. darn. session.
I have even lost some precious items because of this, but
this time! THIS TIME! I swear, I will remember it! (Maybe
I’ll put my cabin in a typing quirk or something to help me
remember.)

I’m also a perfectionist. I happen to try to make everything as perfect as possible, as I feel like I have to be good enough for everything. But, I’ll try to accept that I’m still a WIP, in writing and in other aspects.

One Quality
I appreciate the quality of listening in a leader. When you listen to the campers, you will increase community involvement (which is a good quality to develop), and maybe changing the cabin for the better. Also, when you listen to your fellow (co)leaders, you can bounce off ideas, and use ideas from each person to create the best cabin you can.

I’m not the best listener, but I can read an idea and bounce off of it well, and I feel like that carries over well into text. It is something that I am working on, both in real life and digitally. (I am an incredibly tone-deaf person.)

Cabin Atmosphere

Regular: I would like the cabin to be competitive, but still focus on community and improvement.

The Cabin That Will Not Win: I want the cabin to be relaxed, and focus more in writing improvement than anything.

Check Boxes

I will be available to help add points in the main cabin consistently during camp. (But if there is a need to, I will try to add as many points as I can.) (Kinda)

I’m willing to share a promotional project for SWC. (Yeah!)

If a fellow co-leader is missing from the team, then I will try to assume some of their responsibilities, but I might not be able to assume all of them because of my hectic schedule.

Themed Question

I believe that the jellyfish embodies me the most, as it floats around, completely spaced out, like I am a lot of the time. Also, they get to sting others, and nobody cares because that’s what they do. They also can live very long lives, so you can just float around forever. But, if you’re eaten, then you don’t care because you have no brain. It does suit me, as I tend to not care about things, which comes to my own detriment sometimes.

(TW: Violence) This absolutely STIIINKS!!!! I swear to GOODNESS!!!! (This is PG-13).

Highschool was going to be a thrilling experience. May looked outside of their window, pressing her hand against the window. They peered at the almost Grecian looking school, it standing majestically over the natural landscape. This was Hope Academy, the best school in her city.

When they peered at the majestic, decorated, larger-than-life gates, they gasped in awe. They put their hand against a hand-sized piece of metal, wanting to see what happened. The doors creaked open right when May's hand was one centimeter away from the door. May stumbled back, making sure to avoid getting crushed by the heavy gates. She stepped into the campus of this esteemed academy, staring at its detailed architecture and many posters screaming at her to join various clubs.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone. They gave her a death glare that cut into her soul, whispering, “You'll definitely be gone in the first two or so weeks”. She stared at them. What was up with this person and what do they have against me? And why are they telling me “You'll definitely be gone?” Is this like when someone threatened their school (which never happened)? She then looked to her side and saw two people sharpening something… very sharp. And metal. And probably deadly. What? Is this even allowed? They thought that they were a school that focused on discipline, not violence! And there was a teacher that was idly typing on their phone as the students in front of them were whispering threats to each other. This violence thing was just…. some people right? She then saw a person charge right towards her, and before she could even react, there was a person with a blade to her neck. Their eyes dulled, and they said, “Stay safe. Newbies like YOU barely stay alive.” Stay safe? There was a BLADE to her neck? What is it with this school and violence? She decided to chase that person (which was probably a bad idea) who literally threatened(?) her in the weirdest way possible. That person seemed to feel her coming from a mile away and said, “Well, in Nope Academy, ever since the new student council president came into power, there has been more of a focus on… let's just say PVP. She says it's for population control and ‘rooting out the scum’ but I think that it's just an excuse for when she brutally killed that girl a year ago.” May stared in horror. “Killed?” she said, adding “Nope Academy?” The person said, “It's because once you've seen what life is like here, you just want to go ‘Nope’. And that girl annoyed her a little too much, as she was too incompetent for that girl's standards. According to everyone, too many people disliked her and she was barely worthy in her eyes.” Wow. What an odd reason. So, survival was a popularity contest? If so, then highschool was going to be… uhh… a thrilling experience…

“Okay everyone!” Makoto said a bit too enthusiastically.

Everyone else sighed. Tsuki carped, “Seriously? Do we HAVE to go hiking through a rainforest?”

Makoto grinned and gave a big thumbs up, almost as if he could not see the complete and utter dejection the others had on their faces.

Kaito said, facepalming, “Please, no. I do not want to go hiking.”

Kunai sighed, and said, “Anything but this!” She made a face and lolled her head back dramatically like she was going to die.

Makoto said, “Well, you're going on a hike! Hope in!”

Tsuki said, “Well, whatever.”

They hopped in Makoto's dingy car. Before Tsuki even stepped into the car, she said, “Ewww! It does NOT smell like it has been cleaned.”

Makoto beamed and said, “I know right! It's my GRANDMA'S car! The smell is gas. Nice, right?”

Tsuki said, “I don't think your grandma's car is going to last much longer.”

Makoto said, “Well, too late for that!”

They went on a drive filled with arguing and anger. Oh, friendship. So precious.

Makoto said, gesturing to the majestic outdoors, filled with wildlife, plants and everything beautiful. Sadly, none of his friends appreciate nature like him.

Makoto saw the most majestic parrot, and gracefully stuck out its hand to let it on. The parrot turned its head away, almost as if it was purposefully ignoring him and flew away. Makoto started chasing the parrot, saying, “Hey! Come back! Please don't ignore me!” He ran and ran, not realizing how POINTLESS and RIDICULOUS it all was.

Tsuki facepalmed at Makoto's sheer cluelessness. The parrot didn't even know who he was! What does he think he is, a Disney princess? Kunai was ALSO trying to get the parrot on her arm? Is this even ethical or okay?

Kaito whispered to Tsuki, “I know we don't get along very well, but I think we both agree that they are completely cuckoo bananas.”

Tsuki nodded in agreement. They weren't even ON the hike yet but ALREADY! There was UTTER RIDICULOUSNESS ALREADY!

Besides, aren't they feral? She whipped her head around and heard a shrill scream from Makoto. She saw him get bitten by that parrot- no! A parakeet!

Kaito started hyperventilating, muttering things like “Help! What? No! Please! LET MAKOTO BE ALIVE!!!!!! Please don't let it have rabies.”

Kunai, a bit too casually said, “They don't have rabies. They're birds. They don't usually have rabies.” She decided to leave out the fact that birds might have other diseases as well.

Makoto said a bit too happily, “Let's start the hike!”

Book recommendations!!! It's mostly just middle grade fantasy because that's all I have ever read (and the occasional realistic fiction but they're pretty samey-samey to me sometimes) and I will keep reading middle grade fantasies until the END OF TIME!!!!!!

First of all, The Blood Guard! it has an extremely interesting plot that has captivated my brain, which is something very rare. It's about a boy whose mother who seems very odd, but she is part of the Blood Guard, an organization who happens to protect the Pures, people who's souls are pure and are destined to make the world better. I'm usually lukewarm to many books, but not this one. This one has my whole heart and has influenced my writing ever since. Also, there are secret organizations! Betrayal! Twists! Secrets! Cults! You SWCers sure love your cults, right? Also, there's swords and stuff! It's really cool how they can use a sword over a certain other weapon that has bullets… I would rate this a five out of five because it hits every time I reread it. (I sadly can't get the second book though. I need it! I NEED IT!)

Second of all, Percy Jackson! It's a really good book by a really good author. If you like mythology and adventures (and the occasional humorous moment), I think you'd really like this book. It's about a boy named Percy, who doesn't exactly have the best life, who then realized that he's a demigod and gets sent to Camp Half-Blood, where craziness (and the occasional mythical war) happens. It's one of my all time favorite book series, and it is the reason I really got into mythology in the 5th grade. I rate this a five out of five due to it being a good formative memory for me.