Scratch

Er, what's Arabian Star? *confused*

Also, here is what I have for AN so far:


A tall girl with raven hair stood at the school entrance. She was fourteen years old, soon to turn fifteen. The girl was waiting for her boyfriend so they could go have a picnic in the forest near her home.

The sun was high in the sky, with barely any clouds. Kids ran out the doors, probably to go swimming. Today was the last day of school, why not celebrate?

The girl finally caught sight of a boy. He was fifteen, with night black hair and brown eyes. He walked towards the girl and said, "Miara! I've missed you so much!" 

Miara rolled her eyes, "You saw me at lunch." Her voice didn't hide her amusement. The boy laughed. 

"Seriously though, History was more tortuous when it was the only thing standing between us and a good day." 

"Well, come on Ezio." They both laughed. Miara calling her boyfriend, who's real name was Stephan, Ezio was an inside joke. Both of them had an obsession with Assassins Creed. To add to this, both of them were learning Parkour and Freerunning, Assassin style.

Miara pulled Stephan along the side walk, "Come on, I need to get the stuff from my house."

Soon they were at Miara's house, which forced them to end their conversation about Minecraft. Stephan and Miara walked inside, and began to gather sandwich material and salad. They also packed a camera, as the forest held some pretty flowers that always made for lovely photos.

Within a half an hour they had arrived to the edge of the woods. A conversation about how Conner Kenway would use the trees to his advantage. Miara insisted that he would climb up a large oak and use the rope dart, however Stephan waved this away, saying the Tomahawk Kill would be more effective. They soon reached a clearing and sat sown to pull everything out from a plastic bag. 

It was already around five a clock, and the clouds had already covered the sun. The forest began to grow dark. The couple however, didn't notice. The began taking videos of each other using some free running moves on the trees, ' for the heck of it'. They contuened until Miara suddenly said, "That's weird. My camera shows static around the edge-"

She dropped the camera and covered her ears as it began to make a weird noise. Stephan, who also had is ears covered, came over to her. The camera stopped. Stephan said, "That was weird."

He looked up, "You know what, it is getting dark though. Let's go home before we miss the raid tonight." Miara nodded. The raid was, of course, in a video game called World of Warcraft. Tonight they were going to help a newer player with Naxxramas. 

They packed up, and began to leave when Stephan's cell phone begun to ring. He answered it, "Hello?" He hung up. Miara looked at him, "Who was it?" 

"Just static."

Miara nodded. Wh was the electronics being so weird?

They kept walking. It was now around seven o clock, and it was very dark.

"Why is it so dark?" Stephan said.

Miara shrugged, "We are in forest, it is cloudy, and it getting late. Don't worry, well get home."

And then she screamed. The ground in front of Miara had collapsed, and a shape began to rise out of it.

nice AN 
make the next part soon. i can't wait to see what happens 

destructo-serpent wrote:

what should i do for updates when i get back on monday??

Updates section in the Arabian Star? If yes, here are some ideas:
-New Collab Group: Arabian Nights! And explain what its about, positions, etc.
-ScratchReader! And explain the functions, etc.
-New Gaming Collab! Explain positions, date founded, etc.

Last edited by Waffle27 (2013-04-01 01:04:51)

lundfamily3 wrote:

Er, what's Arabian Star? *confused*

Also, here is what I have for AN so far:


A tall girl with raven hair stood at the school entrance. She was fourteen years old, soon to turn fifteen. The girl was waiting for her boyfriend so they could go have a picnic in the forest near her home.

The sun was high in the sky, with barely any clouds. Kids ran out the doors, probably to go swimming. Today was the last day of school, why not celebrate?

The girl finally caught sight of a boy. He was fifteen, with night black hair and brown eyes. He walked towards the girl and said, "Miara! I've missed you so much!" 

Miara rolled her eyes, "You saw me at lunch." Her voice didn't hide her amusement. The boy laughed. 

"Seriously though, History was more tortuous when it was the only thing standing between us and a good day." 

"Well, come on Ezio." They both laughed. Miara calling her boyfriend, who's real name was Stephan, Ezio was an inside joke. Both of them had an obsession with Assassins Creed. To add to this, both of them were learning Parkour and Freerunning, Assassin style.

Miara pulled Stephan along the side walk, "Come on, I need to get the stuff from my house."

Soon they were at Miara's house, which forced them to end their conversation about Minecraft. Stephan and Miara walked inside, and began to gather sandwich material and salad. They also packed a camera, as the forest held some pretty flowers that always made for lovely photos.

Within a half an hour they had arrived to the edge of the woods. A conversation about how Conner Kenway would use the trees to his advantage. Miara insisted that he would climb up a large oak and use the rope dart, however Stephan waved this away, saying the Tomahawk Kill would be more effective. They soon reached a clearing and sat sown to pull everything out from a plastic bag. 

It was already around five a clock, and the clouds had already covered the sun. The forest began to grow dark. The couple however, didn't notice. The began taking videos of each other using some free running moves on the trees, ' for the heck of it'. They contuened until Miara suddenly said, "That's weird. My camera shows static around the edge-"

She dropped the camera and covered her ears as it began to make a weird noise. Stephan, who also had is ears covered, came over to her. The camera stopped. Stephan said, "That was weird."

He looked up, "You know what, it is getting dark though. Let's go home before we miss the raid tonight." Miara nodded. The raid was, of course, in a video game called World of Warcraft. Tonight they were going to help a newer player with Naxxramas. 

They packed up, and began to leave when Stephan's cell phone begun to ring. He answered it, "Hello?" He hung up. Miara looked at him, "Who was it?" 

"Just static."

Miara nodded. Wh was the electronics being so weird?

They kept walking. It was now around seven o clock, and it was very dark.

"Why is it so dark?" Stephan said.

Miara shrugged, "We are in forest, it is cloudy, and it getting late. Don't worry, well get home."

And then she screamed. The ground in front of Miara had collapsed, and a shape began to rise out of it.

This is awesome

GUYS! PICO IS TAKING OVER!    This is so awesome!

What did you decided to do for Chapter 2?

Nomolos wrote:

Wait a minute! I get it! Whenever you say t-h-e, it replaces it as the!

Whenever you say a-n-d, it replaces it with and!

Now I can't use those words today...
Which those are  two of t.h.e most common words around

destructo-serpent wrote:

the
and

this is annoying -_-

Yes, yes, it is.

Yeah, I was just wondering about how everything is centered. I wonder why?
Look, if you do this: t-h-3 it comes up with this: th3

Last edited by Waffle27 (2013-04-01 13:03:46)

aaaaahhhhh. i get it.

what a hilarious april fool's joke -_-

ieu99 wrote:

Umm does anything need editing? 

You can check my Chapter 3, I know i got it somewhere...
Here, I'll repost it.

It had been 6 months since the attack on Bual. With each full moon, Epher had traveled to the shore, shed his skin as a seal, and transformed into a human. What was the method behind his madness? Epher went to spy on the evil race of man, learn from them secrets, hoping one would someday lead to the death of the race.
    “I’m going up to the surface tonight,” Epher casually commented to Amaya, before taking another chunk out of the tuna Coil had caught for them.
    “Tonight is the Festival of Destruction.” Amaya reminded. “Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow.”
    “It’s not called the ‘Festival of Destruction’; it’s called the Festival of Cryptids. It’s where they celebrate deaths and discoveries of Cryptids, and plan more destruction.” Epher replied. His mother had explained it all to him one night, a few weeks before the death of Bual. According to Moria, she had been up to the Festival a couple of times before. The images put in his head were horrid…men brandishing spears and torches, chanting, throwing fire in the sea…
    “And your point being?”
    Epher ignored her. “There will be tanks,” he said, remembering back to the exact wording of his mother. “And the tanks will have Selkies, and Merpeople, and other legendary sea creatures of all kind.” Epher paused. “Amaya, what if I find your mom? I could set her free.”
    “The divers took her,” Amaya said. “No matter how much I wish to see my mother again, it will not happen.” Amaya looked away for a moment, obviously containing tears.
    “Either way, I’m going.” Epher said awkwardly, wishing he hadn’t brought Amaya or her mother into his spying missions. “I’ll be careful. They won’t recognize me.”
    “No, no, because Seals just shed their skins to become a human any old day. No problem, they see that all the time and won’t bother questioning it.”
    “Exactly. Can I go now?”
    “Fine. But you better go right now, before you find yourself a human earlier than expected.”
    Epher looked behind his shoulder to see if she was joking, then grinned at her. “Don’t worry! I’ll be fine!”
    Famous last words.

In the distance, brilliant dots of light illuminated the sky blurrily through the water. Torches, realized Epher. “That must be the Festival.” He thought out loud. Swimming towards the surface, he poked his head out of the water to take a peek.
The shore was full of people. Some were men, some were women, all were brandishing spears and torches toward the ocean, or viewing abstract creatures in tanks lined along the beach. The selkie recognized two or three creatures, a mermaid, a Zaratan, and even another selkie. Others were unrecognizable, possibly hybrids of two species. A lynx with gills and a tail, a serpent with ears like a seal and a trunk like an elephant.
Pulling himself onto the beach, Epher didn’t notice as two especially spiteful humans began to make their way over to him.  “Well, well,” said the first, grinning maliciously. He was bald, with tattoos lining his arms. “What have we here?” 
“Looks like a seal,” the other, another man with a full head of hair and a stubbly chin, replied. “I wonder if it’s a selkie,”
“Been getting plenty of those lately,” Tattoo observed. “Just last week, a selkie hide-out was destroyed. Oil drowned all of them, and they floated away to the ocean before we were able to get a specimen.”
Epher felt himself tense. Trembling, he resisted the urge to bite Tattoo and his friend. How could they destroy a century old village, and then talk about it so loosely? Growling, he backed up a little.
“Uh-oh,” snorted Stubble. “Little selkie here doesn’t like the sound of that. Oh no! A village destroyed! What are you going to do about it, seal-boy?”
“Oh, leave him be, Robert,” a woman, around forty, with glasses perched on her nose, walked up to Stubble. “You’re being idiotic again. Everyone knows that selkies don’t have such markings on their tails.” Glasses walked around to the back of Epher and pointed out what Moria had called his “White Splash”. “Very interesting actually. In the ocean, all kinds of predators would easily spot him because of the mark.”
Stubble joined Glasses at Epher’s tail. “Funny.” He said dryly. Reaching out to feel Epher’s tail, Stubble drew back, startled, when Epher whipped around and growled at him. Baring his fangs, Epher willed the man closer. “Come on,” he thought, careful not to say it out loud. “Just give me an excuse to get revenge. Not a big revenge, but only a small one…”
Stubble touched the mark.
Lashing his tail upwards, Epher hit the man in the face. Stubble drew back, giving Epher time to bite Tattoo. He dragged himself quickly across the beach, hoping to stay hidden a little longer. His hopes were bashed.
“That is not an ordinary seal!” Tattoo yelped, seeing pinpricks of blood welling up on his hand from the bite. “Hey! Get that seal!”
The torches and spears were suddenly aimed at him. A spear went flying toward Epher, almost hitting him on the back. Luckily, Epher swerved, and the spear missed him, instead landing in the sand. A torch landed in front of him, almost scorching his nose. He reeled back, and the torch missed.
Looking behind him, Epher saw that Tattoo and Stubble were hot on his tail, while Glasses was examining his trail. Dodging around bare feet and hands, Epher realized he was among the biggest population of humans he had ever seen in one place at one time. And they all hated him.
A bonfire, huge and flickering with orange, yellow, and red, blocked Epher’s path. “That came out of nowhere,” he muttered. In his seal form, it would take too long to make his way around the bonfire.  Already, crews of humans were forming a wall to stop and capture him.  Epher saw only one way out of this situation, dead or alive. He transformed into a human, leaving his seal form behind him.
Temporarily, all the humans present were shocked into numbness. Epher leaped up from the sand and tackled the nearest human, pushing his way past the stunned woman. “It’s a selkie.” She prodded her neighbor. “That right there is a selkie!”
Some whispers were excited; others wicked as the sentence spread across the beach. “It’s a selkie!” soon it rose into a chant, then a call for murder.
“Will we let the cryptids terrorize us any longer?” yelled Tattoo to the gathered crowd.
“NO!”
There were a couple murmurs of: “Well, actually,” and “I was, ha, I was um thinking…” Epher ignored the lot of them as he ran, his human legs much faster on land then his seal flippers had been.
Epher needed a safe haven. No matter how fast his new legs were, he couldn’t keep running forever. Spotting a building in the distance, with only a few lights on, he ran towards it. All the humans were on the shore; there was no reason for them to be inside while a beautiful celebration like this was going on.
Behind him, humans were desperately throwing the last of their torches and spears, seeing he was too far away to catch. Epher opened the door to the building, and slammed it shut behind him. Two spears lodged in the door, but the rest came short. Breathing a sigh of relief, Epher looked around.
The building was awe-inspiring but ironic at the same time. Dozens of tanks lined the walls, with sea cryptids and creatures lined up inside of them. Each snarled, baring hideous fangs or tusks when Epher entered. At first, Epher was hurt, and then he realized that they must think of him as one of the humans! Quickly, he morphed into his seal form, then his human form again. Recognition dawned on the faces of the animals, and they nodded greeting.
“What are you doing here, Selkie?” asked a hippocampus. “Why are you walking into the lair of the human trappers? You will get yourself killed!”
“I think he’s with them,” growled a Sea Witch. “He has come to trick us into trusting him, and then kill us! It has always been a trap!”
“Always!” agreed the one in the tank next to her. “Those sly humans have convinced even the most honorable to their side!”
“Yeah,” hissed a serpent, and the others joined in agreement. “Yes! The selkie is on their side!”
Frantic, Epher shook his head. No, that’s not it at all!” They were trying to kill me! I—I was forced to take shelter.”
“Likely excuse.” Said the serpent. He banged against the wall, scaring Epher so badly that he stumbled backwards into another tank. The [monster] inside growled and banged on the glass. Epher shook his head.
“Please, you don’t understand…”
    “I understand fine.” The Sea Witch sneered. She gave a signal, and the sea serpent banged the glass again. Epher baked away, trying to find an exit.
    Another crash. Epher walked backwards, and then spun around, preparing to run. Instead, he bumped into Tattoo. Shimmying backwards, Epher saw Stubble emerge from behind Tattoo.  “So we meet again, Seal-boy,” he chuckled, as if surprised to see Epher in a room full of monsters.
    Epher choked as Tattoo lifted him up by the hair with one hand. “No escaping, selkie,” spat Tattoo. “No one ever escapes.”
    There was a final, triumphant crash. The sea serpent was free. His tail thrust powerfully to the side, breaking open tanks of all kinds, until the room was filled half way with water. The cryptids could easily breathe, and more importantly, move. And they were moving towards Epher.
    Thinking quickly, Epher transformed into his seal form. Tattoo and Stubble were so distracted by the water reaching up to their shoulders, they didn’t notice as the seal began to swim away.
    Epher stopped short. He was surrounded on all sides by cryptids. “You brought those humans here,” the sea witch said, loathing coting her voice. “They—you—were going to kill us. Big mistake,” the serpent slithered through the water, until he had wrapped around the selkie. “No one kills the masters of the sea.”
    With those words, the sea witch drifted away, cackling as the serpent squeezed tighter. The rest of the cryptids, even some of the nicer ones from before, swam after their leader.
    All breath, every trace of air, was receding from Epher’s lungs. It was pretty ironic, he thought, after all that on the beach, to die in the water.  But that was when he heard the buzzing noise. The sea serpent paused and looked up quizzically.
    Epher felt sweet air return to his lungs, and twisted to see what the commotion was. Tattoo and Stubble were manning a miniature ship. “Motorboat.” The Sea Serpent whispered, fleeing from the scene.
    Still groggy from the past events, Epher confusedly gazed up at the boat. “Motorboat?” It was too late to get out of the way. He could only stand there as a net was lowered and he was drawn into the boat.
    Glasses was there with Tattoo and Stubble. She held up some sort of cylinder with a quill on the end. “Just a little poke.” She promised, lowering it into his skin. Instantly, effect began to take hold. Epher was dizzy, and the roof was beginning to spin. “This won’t last long.” Promised Glasses. “Just long enough to get you some water from the sea.”
    “And we’re bringing you with us.” Tattoo added gruffly, and then stopped, as if embarrassed for talking to a seal.
    “We’re not taking our eyes off you for a second.” Stubble muttered from the wheel.
    And then everything went black.

When Epher came to, blurry faces were dancing above him. He struggled to roll over, but he was much too cramped and sore. “What—where am I?” he asked groggily.
    “You were in a little human boat.” Coil said solemnly. “You’re not anymore.”
    “Thanks,” Epher said, assuming by Coil’s slightly smug look that the Sea serpent did something to the boat, and probably the humans inside of it.
    “Epher!” Epher heard the Hippocampi’s voice seconds before it floated into view. “What did I tell you about the festival?” Epher groaned. For once, couldn’t he have listened to the Hippocampus? It wasn’t helping that she was going on and on about how she had told him the risks, and to be careful, and how if Coil hadn’t shown up he would have been stuck in that horrid boat forever.
    “I know, I know,” Epher groaned, feeling a tingling sensation return to his flippers. “You told me so.”
    “How did you get in that boat in the first place?” Rarse wondered. “I doubt you just hopped in.”
    “Might as well have,” Epher managed to pick himself up off the sea floor, and his eyesight slowly cleared to reveal his friends, standing in a tight knit circle around him. Seaweed waved by the sandy colored stones, and a small crab scuttled around on the sea bottom. “I turned into a human and ran into a human lab!” he blurted, then cowered, afraid of the tart responses.
    “What?!?” Amaya cried. “I told you to be careful! Why don’t you ever listen to me, Epher?”
    Epher sighed. “I tried to be careful; I really did, but…” Epher told them the entire story, from the point where he met Tattoo and Stubble, to the point where Glasses poked him and they brought him out to sea.
    “That cylinder was called a shot,” explained Crystal, “that must’ve been what put you to sleep.”
    “I guess so,” Epher agreed. “But I am very tired…” he yawned. Without further ado, Epher found a cozy clump of seaweed and curled up. Before Amaya or the others could question him further, he was soundly asleep.

Sorry, its pretty long, you can just edit the first section if you want to and other editors including me, lol, can edit the rest.

I tried something, and t-h-e even shows up as (Pico Rules!!) in siggy's. Weird.

Man, I totally forgot about all t-h-e the 's a-n-d and 's.

Last edited by Waffle27 (2013-04-01 13:31:25)

lundfamily3 wrote:

This is an annoying April fools joke. -.-

tH3 does this work <--

No, it doesnt work, tried it. Heres a list of all t-h-e things that don't work.

t-h-e
a-n-d
t-h-3
4-n-d

Very annoying. Especially for a writing collab

Last edited by Waffle27 (2013-04-01 13:37:59)

destructo-serpent wrote:

yeah we might have to hold off writing anything until april 2 -_-
4nd

Yeah. Luckily, it's not too far away. But I have to go back to school tommorow so I might not be as active.