Copy and paste a song into Google Translate, and translate it into different languages until the lyrics are completely different. Then write a story based off it! 200 words for 200 points, no evidence required.

Dear Horror,
Ever since you went to go explore that graveyard down on Firefly Lane you haven’t spoke to me. Im starting to question if you’re even still alive. Not that I care. I’m just wondering for my own sanity. So I don’t stay up all night. Anyways, recently you started becoming all edgy and stuff. Are you okay? You were never like that before. Last time I saw you you were always in arcades. Like OBSESSED with them. Did the murder have an affect on you? I don’t care but Non-Fi asked me to ask you like they are not your ally. Please respond in a timely manner.
Your, maybe, every so slightly caring, enemy,
Fan-Fi

Dear Fantasy,
Everyone is saying that you recently left to another country. Is that true? You haven’t been texting so I decided to write you a letter because maybe you don’t have any service? Before you ditched us all, you said you were having dreams about dragons, mystical creatures, and sky bases. Does that have something to do with your absence? I know for Halloween you were planning to be a steampunk but I never saw you trick or treating. Everyone is wondering where you ran off to. You leave without even telling us where?
From your curious classmate,
Fan-Fi

Dear Script,
How’s it like getting sent back in time? I came to visit you but you didn’t recognize me and then kicked me out of your house :sobs: Am I that ugly?? That’s not the point. The reason why I’m writing to you is (because you KICKED ME OUT when I tried to ask you) if you ever make it back to 2022, if you would want to participate in the school’s production of Hamilton. I’d assume so because you are theatre kid but just making sure. Mrs. G wanted me to. She wanted you to play Alexander. Isn’t that just so exciting! But too bad you can’t xD
Love your not obedient servant (well classmate),
Fan-Fi

Dear Poetry,
Which did you decide to join? Team Stanza, team Prose, or team Verse? I personally would join the Stanza. But my question is, how long will you be on Poetrisland? You are participating in a competition right? You better not be last. That’d be really sad. I know you love to right Poetry so I wrote you a short Haiku poem:
Poetry, Poetry
I made you mango cookies
Would you like to try?
Oh oopsie daisy, I wrote the first like with too many syllables. Does that bother you? Sorry not sorry! But I have a challenge for you. Since you told me you have been practicing your poetry writing skills I want you to reply to this letter as a poem! Good luck!
Love, your dear friend,
Fan-Fi :)

Dear Dystopian,
My dearest Sibling, sorry for responding kind of late. I’ve been busy. I’d love to visit you someday. Your home seems beautiful! With all the visible stars and constellations- you’d never be able to see that here in the city. You described it wonderfully. I love the use of adjectives. “Silver silky grass” that sounds wonderful. All the hills, the moon, the atmosphere just sound magical! Where even are you? You didn’t tell me. But it’s fineeeee. I’ll forgive you. Before I tell you about me I have a few ✨questions✨. First off all, wHy DiD yOu LeAvE wiThoUt teLLinG uS? Sorry MoThEr wanted to know. Secondly, have you ever considered visiting us? Like you’ve been so busy lately (according to you). Lastly, not a question, but you know your one of my favorite siblings right? You better.
Love, your 100% favorite sibling,
Fan-Fi

Dear Thriller,
How’s your exploration going? Have you found anything interesting? I hope you’re safe. I hope you listened to me when I said that that headlamp of yours was in bad shape and would turn off in the most worst of moment. I still don’t understand why you even took up the job. You don’t even like freezing cold waters. You normally only take up jobs with shallower waters and here you are in water that you can’t even see in. Mom is worried sick. Literally. She has a fever and she’s worried so much she’s checking the news every second of the day to see if something bad happened. Come home soon.
Love your worried sibling,
Fan-Fi

Dear Mystery,
I wish upon you safe travels. I apologize for not joining you. I know you wish to become closer to me but I am afraid that won’t happen, at least not anytime soon. I did slip a surprise in your bag though! I hope you’ll like it. I got it specially for you. You aren’t allergic to anything, right? Also, I heard you got a new fur coat. Where’d you get it from? I love it so much. One last thing, when you get back or when you receive this letter (which ever one is easier) I’d love for you to tell me all about the trip and train ride. I heard you were traveling on a higher class train. Fancy!
From your friendly neutral.
Fan-Fi

Original lyrics:
Cold, late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
I never seen eyes so blue
You know, I could not run away it seemed
We'd seen each other in a dream
Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me, yeah
“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, I'm a magic man”
Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
“Never think of never let this spell last forever”
Well, summer lover passed to fall
Tried to realize it all
Mama says she's worried, growing up in a hurry
“Come on home, girl” Mama cried on the phone
“Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home”
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man, Mama, ah
He's a magic man
“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child”
But try to understand, try to understand
Oh, oh, try, try, try to understand,
He's a magic man, oh, he's got the magic hands
Oh's over top
“Come on home, girl” he said with a smile
“You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile”
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man, yeah, oh

Translated lyrics:
It was a long cold night
I know I'm not that strong
A handsome man came to me
I've never seen such black eyes
You know he can't survive
We dream of it
They know me, they see me, yeah
“I'm going home right now,” he said with a smile.
“You're not happy at first, are you,” he said
But try to understand, try to understand
Look, look, understand I'm a wizard.
We sing loud on winter nights
They play every month
“Don't worry, you can't spell forever.”
Summer comes in summer.
Everything was given
Mom Says She's Afraid He's Growing Up Too Fast
“Go to the kitchen,” Mom said to the receptionist.
For the sake of his life, my son must go home immediately.
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try to understand, Beautiful is mother, oh!
He's a wizard.
“I'm going home right now,” he said with a smile.
- I loved you as a child.
But try to understand, try to understand
Oh, try, try to understand
He is a wizard with magical hands
Oh, that's it!
“I'm going home right now,” he said with a smile.
“I'm still not in love, and that's fine.
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand, it's amazing, yes, unfortunately

My story:
It was a cold December night. Not unlike any other December night, or any other night in general. In the Kingdom, it’s always cold at night. And in the day. Overall it’s just a cold place, as you’d expect living in the mountains. But what makes this specific night different from all other nights isn’t the weather at the time. What sets this night apart was the strange visitor I met, and the series of occurrences soon after.
You see, I am a human who lives in a castle made out of rock on the top of a mountain in the kingdom of Everdrift. And I am happy alone, but sometimes I get lonely. I try not to get lonely. I try to be happy and remember that I have everything I need to be happy, because if I ever wish for something, the Magic will make it happen. That doesn’t sound like a bad thing. But it is. Because when the Magic is involved, things never go as planned.

On this December night, I was cleaning out the living room; sweeping the stone floors, airing out the carpets, cleaning the fireplace, and chasing the demons out of the overstuffed sofa cushions. This is a pretty normal thing for me to do, and it’s always a struggle, because cleaning involves carrying large cauldrons of water to various places, and my arms are the equivalent of limp pasta noodles when it comes to… well, when it comes to anything involving muscle strength. Most nights, I can do alright, but tonight my arms were unusually sore. I had traveled to the Witch Doctor earlier in the day to get my tetanus shot and influenza vaccine, and since the Witch Doctor had done one in each arm, my arms were quite uncomfortable.
“It would be really nice if I had someone to help me out with cleaning,” I muttered to myself.
After I said that, I absentmindedly began mopping the floor, and as I did, I thought of all the other benefits of having a friend. I didn’t even realize what it was I was going to bring upon myself until the deed had been done.

The wind howled outside the castle walls, and it felt like a breeze blew through the room, which was strange, because I very distinctly remembered closing all the doors and windows to keep out the snow. Still in denial of the big mistake I’d just made, I finished mopping the floors and went to exorcize some Couch Cushion Demons.
/Knock-knock-knock./
Someone was at the door. I didn’t know who that could possibly be, coming to a secluded castle at this hour in this weather. I went to open the door, hoping it was a long-lost relative or something of the kind, and not a mad ax-carrying serial killer.
I opened the door, and immediately, the strangest-looking man I’d ever seen stumbled onto my doormat. He had a head of thick, unruly black hair and was covered in snow from head to foot. I didn’t know this guy, but I figured he was probably going to get frostbite and lose all his limbs if I didn’t help him out quickly. Luckily, I’d made some soup for my dinner and had some left over, and there was a big stack of warm blankets that had just come out of the laundry. Yeah, I was a little weirded out by having a stranger visit me in the middle of the night, but it was clear he wasn’t going to survive if I didn’t help him.

“This is all so strange,” the man said. “I feel like I’m in a dream.”
He was sitting at my kitchen table. Luckily he’d been wearing about seven layers of coats, scarves, and pants, so he’d just taken off the wet clothes until he’d gotten to a layer that was still dry. His boots and hat were sitting on the hearth of my newly-cleaned and lit fireplace, drying out, while he drank a clay mug of my leftover soup.
“Yeah,” I said, “it may feel like that, but I know for sure I’m awake, so you’re not.”
The man looked at me. He had the most interesting eyes. They were jet-black, just like his hair, and looking at them I felt like I was staring into a cosmic expanse of galaxies and nebulae.
He stood up. “Thank you for helping me,” he said, “but I should go.”
Not only was this guy weird, he was also delusional. And I told him so. “You’re crazy,” I said, “you almost just froze to death. There’s no going back out in this weather.”
“Yes, I am,” he said urgently, “you don’t understand. Look, I’m a wizard. Every month in the winter, we have a festival. We sing and have a fire and tell stories. But the wind blew me away and I ended up here. Now I need to go home.”
This was annoying. When I save the lives of lost travelers, I expect them to listen to my directions for the sake of their own good. Sensing my disagreement, the wizard looked at me in exasperation. “You can come with me, if you want,” he said, “just let me go. /Please./”
I tried to disagree. “Please just listen,” I said, “you may have magical powers but you’re not stronger than that storm. I’ve lived here my whole life. When it comes to stuff like this, I may not be more powerful, but I’m smarter. Just stay here for a few more hours, and the storm will blow over by the morning.”
He seemed really worried and angry now. “I don’t have /time/ to wait for the morning! And you? Smarter than me? I bet you don’t even know how to spell the word ‘forever.’”
That was a low blow. I’ve struggled with dyslexia my whole life, and yes, spelling /is/ a struggle for me. I don’t know how he knew, but he’s a wizard. There’s probably a lot of stuff he does that I can’t explain. The hurt showed on my face, and Wizard Boy could see it.
His face fell. “I’m sorry. That… I shouldn’t have said that. That was mean.”
“Yeah,” I said, “it was.”
“Neither of us need to be insulting each other. Just… just here.” He held out his cell phone. Since when did wizards carry cell phones? “Call my mom,” he said, “she can explain. Her name is Summer. Because she’s also a witch, but her powers only work in the summer. So you know… Summer in the summer.” He must have realized he was awkwardly rambling, because he stopped talking and typed what was presumably his mom’s number into the phone.

“Hello?” I said uncertainly into the cell phone.
“Yes, this is Summer?” a musical voice replied.
“Ma’am, I’m so sorry for bothering you at such a late hour, but your son told me to call you. It’s an incredibly long story, but he showed up at my castle half-frozen to death and is ignoring any sane reasoning, insisting he must go back out into the snow. He told me you could explain.”
I heard rustling from the other side of the phone. “Marlee, tell the receptionist to go to the kitchen. My chicken nuggets are in the microwave and it looks like I’m going to be occupied for the next few minutes.” There was more rustling as Summer moved back towards the phone.
“This will be a long explanation,” she said, “so bear with me.” Her voice radiated sunshine and kindness, and I sat down on the sofa to listen to what she had to say.

“As I’m sure Forest has told you, my son and I are magical beings.” So that was his name. Forest! “I don’t know why or how this happened, but the winds of the Magic summoned him to your castle, and without your permission, he can’t leave.”
“But it’s literally dumping buckets of snow outside. Your son will be in danger if he leaves.”
Summer sighed. “I appreciate your concern, but staying at your castle is far more dangerous for him. Forest was taking part in a monthly firelight ceremony that is critically important to maintaining the balance of the Kingdom. Please try to understand - for the sake of his survival, my son must go home immediately.”
Just from her voice, Summer seemed like a beautiful woman with a beautiful personality. Even if I’d wanted to, there was no way I could disagree with her. (At the time, I was unaware that this was the effects of her Witchiness working on me.) She seemed like someone who was afraid for the safety of her son, and afraid that he would be growing up too fast.
“I understand,” I told Summer. “I will let your son go, and I’m sorry that I didn’t understand at first.” I ended the call and repeated my apologies to Forest, handing him back his cell phone.

Forest put on his now-dry boots and extra layers, and thanked me for the temporary shelter and delicious soup.
I sighed and looked him in the eyes. “I still am not in love with this plan. So please, don’t kill yourself.” Since when have I been so protective of the well-being of others?
Forest grinned at me. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll be fine. I’m magic, remember?” He held up his hands and magical light flashed and swirled around them.
“I’m going home right now,” he said, and disappeared out the same door he’d entered through so unceremoniously. It was crazy to think that it had been this same night that had happened - my head was spinning from the conversations and events of the past few hours.

But it just goes to show you - this is why I never try to ask for things. Really, I’m quite happy with what I have. And for better or for worse, the Magic will deliver what I ask for, but I always seem to end up with less than I had before I wished for whatever it was. Truly, it’s an amazing and unfortunate thing. I asked for a friend to help with my loneliness and ended up even more lonely. But that’s just the way the Magic works. And who knows? Maybe Forest will show up at my door again someday.

authors note - whoopsies this turned out to be about eight times the minimum size for this daily xDD that was a total accident, I just happened to get really into the story. In hindsight, I would have been far more productive on other things today if I'd only translated a small portion of the lyrics, but I am ever the overachiever :') Regardless, I'm really proud of how this turned out! I think that even though writing less would have been easier on my brain, the finished product of this is something I'm actually pretty happy with. As I usually try to speedrun dailies, this was very different for me and I feel like the writing here is much higher quality and a bit more serious, while still managing to retain my voice as an author.
On another note, I love this song aasldfjsdka- I couldn't pick which song to translate so I picked the one at the top of my Spotify favorites lol but I love this song so much. The band and their music bring back a lot of happy (and some sad) memories, and the song itself is so well-crafted and I highly suggest you listen to it! The history behind the song is also quite interesting but that's a story for another time ;)

I’ve got it down to a science at this point. Day in, day out: Wake up in the morning (about fifteen minutes later than I intend to), eat breakfast, shove on a shirt, pants and shoes. Pack all my books into a bag, pray I haven’t forgotten any homework, and go out the door at 7:43 AM, a time that is most inconvenient for me, as the school doors open at 7:45 and I really do need that extra quarter hour to center myself and put on my armor for the emotional barrage that will come at me throughout the day.
Now don’t get me wrong - I do like school. But some days, I feel piled on by the torrent of snarky comments, people who only like me when I lend them my notes, and teachers who just don’t seem to /care/. Those are the days when I want to throw my books, water bottle, and 3-ring binders into my locker, lock the door, and hide away in the crevice in the wall in the first floor bathroom.
Yes, I know. I’m an emotional wreck. But at least I’m a wreck with a 4.46 GPA.
See, my school is what is called a college prep school. That means advanced-track classes, stressful tests, and a good bit of self-imposed toxic perfectionism when I see myself with a grade that’s not as flawless as I think it should be, even though it’s still pretty darn good and a grade that many of the people who passive-aggressively bother me throughout the day would probably envy. But even so, I’m always thinking to myself, “you should have gotten higher than a 92 on that test,” or “a 99 average isn’t good enough; you always say that class is too easy so why don’t you have a perfect grade in it?”
But the worst part is lunch: The place where I’m supposed to socialize with my friends, which I enjoy, but also the place where I have to socialize with people who aren’t my friends. Days like today, where everyone who’s someone skipped school for the championship game and I’m sitting alone with a girl I barely know, because her so-called friends ditched her and apparently I’m a nicer human than they are. Days like today, where the girls who have boyfriends come over to my empty table, bringing their posse of annoying smelly boys over to bother us.
And yeah, there are times when I wonder if I’d be happier just not going to school, because does knowing who won the presidential election of 1878 really matter to me? What if I spent the whole day doing something I love instead?
Of course, being the people-pleaser I am, I’ll decide it’s all worth it. I’ll search valiantly for the positive, looking forward to my favorite classes (there are about two of them, which is better than none I guess), looking forward to the day I can find subject matter that truly interests me (give me real physics please, not Walmart-brand “physical science”), and literally glowing - like, toxic-radiation glowing, when I receive a rare compliment from a teacher.
Someday I’ll be out of this place, I guess, but I have a feeling that being in a job is going to be even worse.

authors note - lolol just a daily about everything that's wrong with school! /hj but seriously, school isn't that bad. I'm actually quite happy with my school, but I decided to use some :sparkle: author's license and say I hate everything about it. Which is true, some days, and if today were one of those days this is probably what I'd write. But I do really enjoy learning (specifically geometry class and English class ahaha) so uh yeah that's a thing

11/2 - 11/9 (week 1, words total): Welcome! To start the session off, we’re focusing on epistolary writing ;) We challenge you to pose as a personified version of your cabin and write letters to the other 14 genred cabins. The letter recipients could be the other personified cabins, or perhaps you could address it to a (made-up) friend, making the cabin theme their location. Or you could invent your own premise - be as creative as you like! However, the 14 letters should somehow be related to the 14 other cabins.

You should end up with 14 letters, each letter being a minimum of 100 words (total of 1400 words).

The current weekly is worth 1000 points and ends at 12 AM UTC on November 9th.

november fourth daily ☙ google translate day!
song: no one else - the great comet of 1812
♡ 1131 words (word minimum was 200 :skull:) ♡

Original song lyrics:
We've done this all before
We were angels once
Don't you remember?
Joy and life inside our souls
And nobody knows
Just you and me. It's our secret.
This winter sky
how can anyone sleep?
There was never such a night before.
I feel like putting my arms around my knees
and squeezing tight as possible,
And flying away
like this.

Translated song lyrics:
I did everything
I was once a messenger
I don't remember anymore
Happiness and success for ourselves
I do not know
Just you and me, it's our secret.
Cold
How did we sleep?
I have never seen such a night.
I want to register as a member
as possible
run away
I love them very much

Here are the translated lyrics!

(Unstoppable by Sia)

All the smiles, I know what to do to cheat this town
I'll do it all night until sunset
Oh yeah
Oh yes, let me tell you what you want to hear.
Please put your glasses down while you shed tears
This is never the right time
Yes Yes
I put on my armor and proved how strong I am.
I put on my armor and
I can not stop
I'm a Porsche without brakes
I am invincible
Yes, I won every game.
I am very good
You don't need batteries to play
I am very sure
Yes, I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I will not stop today
I break down, I'm just crying
You'll never see what's hidden
I'm hiding deep in my heart
Yes Yes
I know I heard it to get rid of your feelings.
This is the only way to deepen your friendship.
But now I'm scared
Yes Yes
I put on my armor and proved how strong I am.
I put on my armor and
I can not stop
I am always a Porsche enthusiast
I am invincible
Yes, I won every game.
I am very good
You don't need batteries to play
I am very sure
Yes, I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I will not stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I will not stop today
I put on my armor and proved how strong I am.
I put on my armor and
I can not stop
I am a person who always likes Porsche
I am invincible
Yes, I won every game.
I am very good
You don't need batteries to play
I am very sure
Yes, I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I will not stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I can't stop today
I will not stop today

I know when my day will come
Go back to the place that I came from
Looking back, will I think that I did the right?
I still don't sleep at night
I got these symphonies
Stuck in my head and they don't leave
Filling up the silence with these notes
I don't want them to go
Ghosts follow me around these days
Haunting my head and house
My mind is crazy loud
But I won't give in to it
Take it all in stride
This life is such a ride, I live until I die
I walk into the fire
I'm searching for the higher ground
What a life, I live until I die
Won't fail unless I try
I'm searching for the higher ground
I've got that golden gun
I was born as the seventh son
Everything comes with conditions
Everyone's got their dirty dishes
I've got these memories
Stuck in my head and they won't leave
Filling up my treetops with these crows
I wish that they would go
This life is such a ride, I live until I die
I walk into the fire
I'm searching for the higher ground
What a life, I live until I die
Won't fail unless I try
I'm searching for the higher
This life is such a ride, I live until I die
I walk into the fire
I'm searching for the higher ground
What a life, I live until I die
Won't fail unless I try
I'm searching for the higher ground
Get it, got it, want it
Tell me what to do and I'm on it
I am the witness, the genesis, the reason
Get it, got it, want it
Tell me what to do and I'm on it
I am the witness, the witness, the witness!
(The witness, the witness, the witness)
This life is such a ride, I live until I die
I walk into the fire
I'm searching for the higher ground
What a life, I live until I die
Won't fail unless I try
Bleeding, keep on breathing
Higher ground
Hey, hey, higher, higher
Higher, higher ground
Higher ground
Hey, hey, higher, higher
Higher, higher ground

I know my day will come
Back to where you came from
Looking back, I think I did the right thing.
I can't sleep at night.
I have this story.
They won't let you catch me.
Break the silence with these tips
I don't want them to go.
Animals are chasing me now.
He lives in my head and in my house
My heart is beating fast.
But I won't give up.
Don't complicate your work
Life is a trap, I live and die
I walked into the fire
I want university.
Life is life until death.
You can't fail if you don't try.
I want university.
You have gold nuggets
I am the seventh child
All conditions.
Everyone has their own story.
I have an idea.
They won't let you catch me.
Fill my tree with this tree.
I want you to go
Life is a trap, I live and die
I walked into the fire
I want university.
Life is life until death.
You can't fail if you don't try.
I want the best
Life is a trap, I live and die
I walked into the fire
I want university.
Life is life until death.
You can't fail if you don't try.
I want university.
I want, I want.
Tell me what to do and I'll do it.
Married to Sakshi
I want, I want.
Tell me what to do and I'll do it.
I confirm, confirm, confirm.
(Listen, listen, listen)
Life is a trap, I live and die
I walked into the fire
I want university.
Life is life until death.
You can't fail if you don't try.
Breathe if bleeding occurs.
Northern region
There are lots of them.
Northern region
Northern region
There are lots of them.
Northern region

Daily 4
238 Words

Original:
1, 2, 3, the chandelier is falling down
All at once, the neon lights illuminate the room
4, 5 and 6, claps ring out
The spotlights shine at us
Now, welcome to the theatre
The show’s starting, it’s showtime!

Translated:
1, 2, 3 candles
At the same time, neon lights flash
4, 5 and 6 screws and hooks
Under the lights
Welcome to the theater
Come and show me the watch

Story:
Marcy grabs a rusty pocket watch from the creaky chair.
“Hey.” a voice hisses. “Marcy!”
“What?” a voice replies. Marcy looks up and sees Lucy pointing.
“Look,” she says shakily. “The candles…one of them's lit!”
“So?” Marcy says. “Someone else was probably just here,” they add shakily.
“N-no, i-it lit i-itself.” she stammered.
“C'mon Lucy, candles' can't just light themselves,” Marcy replied.
Fwoosh. Another candle lit itself just as a cool breeze swept through the room. Marcy's eyes widened.
“Oh…I guess they can,” they say timidly. Lucy looked around the empty, dusty room frantically.
“No one’s here…” she whispers.
They could feel another breeze drift through the room. “Probably just a draft,” Marcy mutters.
The two lit candles and the rusty, old lightbulb hanging from the ceiling started flickering.
The room goes dark. All of a sudden, all three candles light themselves and at the same time, a neon floodlight turns on. They both screech.
“My eyes! I’m blind!” Lucy squeals.
“Chill out, Lucy. You’ll be fine,” they say calmly.
“Marcy! The room, it changed!” Lucy cries.
“Oh…oh my,” Marcy says, looking around the room. Where once lay a table and desk, was a pile of screws and hooks.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.” a male voice says. “It seems like you’ve stumbled on my watch. Thank you for finding it. I’d like it back now.”
Lucy and Marcy exchange a look.
“Now.”

These are emails (written mostly in a letter format), from the perspective of a student by the name of Annabel Lee. You can find the cabin in the person's email (annalee@gomystery.com). It also goes in order of cabin points ranking (at the time of writing).

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