Scratch

Stickman704 wrote:

juststickman wrote:

And here's one I thought of:
   Once upon a time, in a far away land called Scratch, there were many not-so-ordinary people. All was well in Scratch until something happened that changed it forever. It was a horrible turn for the worst, and very few survived. I am one of the survivors, and I'll tell you what happened.
   One day, we were all minding our own business when a small rabbit came. We ignored it, after all we had work to do. The rabbit suddenly got bigger and blue. And then it turned into a cat. Ignoring it was the worst thing some of us have ever done. Well, some of us have done worse things, but I'm not going into that now. Anyway, the blue cat grew wings and a tail... It put on a suit... And started randomly singing. The singing was so horrible that most of the people's heads exploded. The survivors were clutching their heads and running away from the terrible sound of that tone-deaf blue cat with wings and a tail. Then, a HUGE blue sword appeared in the cat's hand, and it went on a rampage.
   Nothing survived, houses were destroyed, people were eaten, food was put in the fridge (the one that has lasers in it, not the normal fridge). In the end, there was only one way to stop it. We all went up to it and gave it a score out of 10. It got a 1/10 from all of us. After that strange attempt to stop it, it began to cry and run away.
   We were saved! Apart from the fact that scratch was totally destroyed, almost everybody was eaten and there's no food left.
My story owns yours in randomness.

I thought you were relating to art on scratch then 

THIS.

So since you didn't do it, I will.


One day, not to long ago, an idea was created. The idea would change many lives, although no one knew at the time. The idea was to create a program that was simple enough for kids to under stand, so they could create their own games and animations. Scratch was soon created. It was the year 2007. All was quite. No moaning about post counts, no terrible projects on the front page, and just about everyone got along.

But suddenly, this happy time began to fade. A grey speck suddenly appeared on the front page. On closer look, it turned out to be a hamster of some sort. We were fascinated. Why would some one upload something so pointless? And so, the user's view count shot up. Soon, the front page was dominated by these... drawings.

It wasn't long before these strange cats started popping up every where. These projects were so utterly pointless, and had no meaning at all, but some how, all the users making these...."projects", shot up higher than user from before.

Now, there are few left us, people who don't upload pointless drawings that clearly don't belong on this website. These projects are exported from other programs, imported onto the stage, and then uploaded. The few of us left...we must try our best to make a difference. We must try to bring back the old scratch. The scratch that wasn't about popularity, drawings and hamsters.

Though...

We are out numbered. Perhaps we should just give up all hope.

The scratch we grew up with, is gone.

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THAT'S MY ATTEMPT AT BEING EMOTIONAL. CRY OR FEEL ZE WRATHZ OF HAM. 

THE END.

Last edited by 08jackt (2010-04-28 06:03:31)

Paddle2See wrote:

08jackt wrote:

Stickman704 wrote:

I thought you were relating to art on scratch then 

THIS.

So since you didn't do it, I will.


One day, not to long ago, an idea was created. The idea would change many lives, although no one knew at the time. The idea was to create a program that was simple enough for kids to under stand, so they could create their own games and animations. Scratch was soon created. It was the year 2007. All was quite. No moaning about post counts, no terrible projects on the front page, and just about everyone got along.

But suddenly, this happy time began to fade. A grey speck suddenly appeared on the front page. On closer look, it turned out to be a hamster of some sort. We were fascinated. Why would some one upload something so pointless? And so, the user's view count shot up. Soon, the front page was dominated by these... drawings.

It wasn't long before these strange cats started popping up every where. These projects were so utterly pointless, and had no meaning at all, but some how, all the users making these...."projects", shot up higher than user from before.

Now, there are few left us, people who don't upload pointless drawings that clearly don't belong on this website. These projects are exported from other programs, imported onto the stage, and then uploaded. The few of us left...we must try our best to make a difference. We must try to bring back the old scratch. The scratch that wasn't about popularity, drawings and hamsters.

Though...

We are out numbered. Perhaps we should just give up all hope.

The scratch we grew up with, is gone.

-------------

THAT'S MY ATTEMPT AT BEING EMOTIONAL. CRY [removed] YOU. 

THE END.

Very dramatic...such a brave group of Scratchers!  Perhaps they should take a play from the Borg and assimilate the other groups and thus become stronger 

Those of you who are STNG fans will get the reference...others can check wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borg_%28Star_Trek%29

Sorry about the [removed] thing. (I forgot how some people might have found it offensive.)

I changed it though 

A very short story that I just randomly made up and if I wrote a book the prologue would probably be something like this:

It was war. A very very very very very very bad war. Millions killed, Spain, Italy, Germany and other European countries completely wiped out, nukes exploding everywhere... WWIII has started...

Here's a story I made in two hours just recently. Hope you like  . I might make a project of it lol. You can also find it here: http://scratch.mit.edu/forums/viewtopic.php?pid=378185#p378185

The Nonsensical Life of Spiralro the Christmas Tree worm

    Once upon a time, there was a Christmas Tree worm that lived in the Sea of Cortez, close to the seashore. It was the 5th of May, and no fishing boaters were in sight. The sea was void of human life; well except two Americans stranded on a deserted island- but we won't get to that.

    Now, this Christmas Tree worm was commonly known to his friends as Spiralro (his sister called him Spigo, his mother called him Spino, his grandpa called him Spitteltoe, his nephew called him Spinner-o, and his enemies called him Lunch). And on this day, he was known to use his feathery arms to clean his spiral top, which he only did once a year. That day it was very muddy-looking.

    On this day you would find Spiralro basking in the sun rays, watching (even though he had no eyes)tiny, blinking flashes in the deep distance as they enamored his mind. He wasn't that far from the coral reef (which was behind him). Suddenly his grandpa, wearing a necklace of tiny rocks around his neck, slugged up next to Spiralro (or Spittelroe). Spiralro was thinking at first that his grandpa was going to complain about Global Warming and how the water is getting so hot and not as deep as it should be, or talk about how spiders should change their hair to the hairstyle of his liking( even though he had never seen a spider, or could even see anything); but then Spiralro cast the thought from his mind, expecting something worse. What he got was not the worst, but better. It wasn't the best, but it was worst than the Global Warming. It wasn't worse than spider hair, but it was better than what grandma was talking about, and that wasn't too pretty.
    Spiralro thought hard about what his grandpa had said to him about cleaning his spiral top. Grandpa, who was still next to him, continued to talk, even thought he knew his grandson, Spittelroe (as he would call him), was thinking about what he had just said. Spiralro's grandpa blabbered on, "And like I was saying, you should make sure you grab some of those shark scales, 'cus they're real rough, so you can get that strong mud Yoyo threw at you 5 months ago. Speaking of Yoyo, did I ever tell you what happened to him?" Spiralro was thinking about his grandpa's first sentence. Spittelroe's grandpa crossed his eyes (even though he had none) and asked Spiralro again, "Well?" Spiralro lifted his head and looked at his grandpa (or at least face him because he had no eyes), "Huh? Um.. yes." Grandpa clasped his hands together (even though he had none) and gave a sigh, "Well, remember what I told you! I'll see you at the Vacuum With No Name this evening!" It was the twelfth hour. Spittelroe nodded as his grandpa left to go only 1 foot back to the coral reef. One foot in worm terms that is. For worms, 1 foot was the length of a worm's foot, which wasn't very long. So really, he didn't have to go far at all. Well, at least in worms' terms. In planktons' terms, they'd have to-- never mind let me continue the story.

    Anyway, Spiralro decided to prepare for the event when he would clean his spiral top. The whole Rogerson and Belivinson families would be there along with his own. The Rogersons and Belivinsons totaled to 5.5 Christmas Tree worms. The 0.5 because one of the worms had been cut in half by a local squid; but he survived the encounter, losing his head in the process though. He is now spoon-fed by Spino's mother, since he has no other way of eating.

    ANYWAY, Spiralro got his leaf checklist on what things he needed to clean his spiral top in front of all those Christmas Tree worms. He looked at the checklist (again, even though he had no eyes)and said aloud what things he needed to get; SO loud in fact, that even the tiny, blinking squids in the distance heard him. The things are as follows: Shark scales (he just added that thanks to his grandpa), a Vacuum, Pencil, and the number 6. He nodded as he implanted the ideas into his brain (literally...!). And with that, he went off to get the stuff.

    The first thing, shark scales, were pretty easy to find because where the Christmas Tree worms lived there were tons of sharks (literally, tons. Because if there were just pounds, then they wouldn't be as scary now would they?). In fact, there were 20 within a foot (human foot this time) of Spiralro alone. Spiralro picked up 5 (somehow…)and brought it to the evening event's site (where the event would take place that evening) so that he wouldn't have to be embarrassed and go back and get them from somewhere. The next things were the vacuum and pencil. These weren’t hard to get either because a local shark had sunk a humans’ fishing boat which (strangely) had a vacuum in it, and a pencil. The humans were never heard from again, but the vacuum is heard from constantly. Every month it makes this loud honking, sucking noise. Nobody knows what causes it. Some people (or fish, or worms) think that it is the cries of the fishermen. Now you can see why fish like to say home.
    Strangely enough, the vacuum was exactly where the evening event would take place, so he just had to plug it in to a local, water-proof power supply the same shark had ransacked from the same humans’ boat. Even stranger, was that the power supply was already connected to the vacuum- well… mostly connected. It was 1 inch (in human terms) of being fully plugged in; so Spiralro slithered up the cable connecting the vacuum to the power supply and pushed the plug in with all his might. Completely even more stranger, is that it connected perfectly, and the vacuum now had a means for powering up. For such a small worm, this was an amazing feat. Little did Spiralro know that it was already connected, and it not being completely connected was a figment of imagination. Actually, when he pushed it in more, it damaged a tiny little wire in the cord, which just hampered the vacuums sucking power a little bit. Not much change.

    Spiralro next had to get the pencil. This was easy ‘cus it was right next to the vacuum. All he had to do is set it down, because it was taking too much room in it’s standing up position. He also needed it to face down so that he could use it for his evening cleaning event. He knew this was too much of a feet for him alone so he asked his grandpa to help him. All grandpa had to do was bump into the tip of the pencil (which was amazingly balancing on the sandy sea floor), and the pencil fell over, exactly where Spiralro needed it to be. “Thanks!” Spiral said to his grandpa, as if there was someone else he could of said it to. The grandpa nodded with a wink (they had eyelids??) and left Spiralro to find his last thing: the rare, number 6. Now, number 6 was pretty hard to find. There were never 6 of anything, anywhere- let alone the number 6 itself. Spiralro wasn’t sure what to do. How would he find it? He thought long and hard. So long in fact, that it was only 30 minutes before the event would begin, and so hard, that in fact, his spiral was beginning to droop over his head, so that it made it a little more difficult for Spiralro to see (even though he had no eyes).
    It finally came time for the event, and Spiralro was at a loss as what to get. He sighed in a frown, as three families (including his own) gathered around Spiralro by sitting on the wood bleachers (leftovers from the boat) situated around the vacuum (and Spiralro). They began cheering him on, saying things like, ‘A clean spiral top a year, makes the big bad sharks disappear!’, or ‘That’s the way to go!’ (even though it wasn’t a path, it was just a set of mechanics Spiralro put in place for his yearly cleaning). The crowd cheered Spiralro on as he began the cleaning. His grandpa shouted, “Keep it up, son!” (because the spiral top was beginning to droop further over his head). Spiralro burned (not literally) with confidence as he began his tasks. He first raced towards the vacuum (even though there was no one to race) and turned it on. He quickly got 1 foot (in human terms) away from the vacuum from the sandy sea floor so that it wouldn’t suck him in. The vacuum did, however, suck off some aged, dried mud from his lowest spirals.  It felt good. Too good, in fact, that Spiralro almost forgot to turn the vacuum off (for fear that it would suck his spiral off, given the chance), until his faithful and careful grandpa reminded him, “Spiral! The vacuum!” (he wasn’t saying that Spiral was a vacuum, he was just saying that Spiral needed to turn off the vacuum. This is the easy way most lazy Americans tell other people to do things). Spiralro was quick to act as he sped up the vacuums side and turned it off. The crowd cheered as Spiralro sighed with relief; but the event wasn’t over yet.
    Spiralro quicky got off the vacuum and went over to the pencil’s eraser side. He rubbed his spiral middles with it to get the salt that had strangely gotten ‘undisolved’ from the sea water. The crowd’s cheers were even louder now. Spiralro noticed that he forgot to do the shark scales. He quickly got his shark scales and scraped (yes, scraped) them on his spiral tops to get the dirt off. He felt so much better. Any Christmas Tree worm would say it was a pretty good clean; but Spiralro knew that he still needed to get the number 6. He began to cry because he was at a loss as what to use. The crowd began to hush. Spiral kneeled down (he has no knees though) and dramatically, like you see in a lot of movies (or at least somebody does), looked up to the heavens for an answer. He really was just looking up to the surface of the water, but who cares. All of the sudden, Spiralro noticed something blocking the rays of sunlight that were (in the process of) blinding Spiralro’s eyes. Could it be true? Was it really? Yes it was! It was a candy number 6, in all its glory. The number 6 floated gently down to Spiralro. It was kind of big, but that didn’t matter. Spiralro was leaping with joy (somehow…) as he the crowd cheered). The number 6 was slowly descending. It finally reached the bottom, only to smush Spiralro under it’s weight. The crowd hushed to dead silence. Yes, it’s true: silence died too.
    Anyway, the crowd was right about to cry, when Spiralro, beaten and bruised, emerged from the gooey, candy number 6. When he got out. The crowd was stunned by his glory. Spiralro’s spiral was shining as bright as the sun, and sparkled in colors of the reef. Spiralro shouted to wake up the stunned crowd, “Wake up!” The crowd quickly came back to their senses (they had left them), and cheered Spiralro on. They all came down from the wooden bleachers toward him smiling, praising him, and asking him questions. Spiralro was very happy. Here he was, the cleanest Christmas Tree worm the world had ever seen (or at least the Christmas Tree worms in his presence, for now). His grandpa came up to him and hugged Spiralro, “You did good, my grandson.” Spiralro hugged him back as he smiled and closed his eyes, “You too, Grandpa.” The crowd “aww”-ed at the sight. This was the best day of Spiralro’s life.

    Spiralro now (yes, he’s still alive after all that time)lives in the tallest coral in the reef. He is very famous among all the Sea of Cortez, but is very humble, and not greedy at all. He gives plankton-meal to homeless Christmas Tree worms, and has started a ‘drinkable water’ trend where he (and his employees) manufacture non-salty sea water for the populace to drink. When Christmas Tree worms and other animals ask him how he felt when the candy number 6 fell on him, he just laughs and says, “It was a real Lifesaver!”

Doody wrote:

Paddle2See wrote:

08jackt wrote:

THIS.

So since you didn't do it, I will.


One day, not to long ago, an idea was created. The idea would change many lives, although no one knew at the time. The idea was to create a program that was simple enough for kids to under stand, so they could create their own games and animations. Scratch was soon created. It was the year 2007. All was quite. No moaning about post counts, no terrible projects on the front page, and just about everyone got along.

But suddenly, this happy time began to fade. A grey speck suddenly appeared on the front page. On closer look, it turned out to be a hamster of some sort. We were fascinated. Why would some one upload something so pointless? And so, the user's view count shot up. Soon, the front page was dominated by these... drawings.

It wasn't long before these strange cats started popping up every where. These projects were so utterly pointless, and had no meaning at all, but some how, all the users making these...."projects", shot up higher than user from before.

Now, there are few left us, people who don't upload pointless drawings that clearly don't belong on this website. These projects are exported from other programs, imported onto the stage, and then uploaded. The few of us left...we must try our best to make a difference. We must try to bring back the old scratch. The scratch that wasn't about popularity, drawings and hamsters.

Though...

We are out numbered. Perhaps we should just give up all hope.

The scratch we grew up with, is gone.

-------------

THAT'S MY ATTEMPT AT BEING EMOTIONAL. CRY [removed] YOU. 

THE END.

Very dramatic...such a brave group of Scratchers!  Perhaps they should take a play from the Borg and assimilate the other groups and thus become stronger 

Those of you who are STNG fans will get the reference...others can check wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borg_%28Star_Trek%29

Do you know hes making fun of me? Look, 08jackt. I was only 8 back then. I have grown up and learnt a lesson about all that ages ago, ok?

I agree. That's just mean Jack. Doody wasn't the first artist. If people like it then that's fine for me.

illusionist wrote:

I thought of one the other day in school...

"Once upon a time, there was a kid in Russia and..."

*braces for liitletonkslover to make hetalia reference*

Ivan's no kid, sah!

08jackt wrote:

Stickman704 wrote:

juststickman wrote:

And here's one I thought of:
   Once upon a time, in a far away land called Scratch, there were many not-so-ordinary people. All was well in Scratch until something happened that changed it forever. It was a horrible turn for the worst, and very few survived. I am one of the survivors, and I'll tell you what happened.
   One day, we were all minding our own business when a small rabbit came. We ignored it, after all we had work to do. The rabbit suddenly got bigger and blue. And then it turned into a cat. Ignoring it was the worst thing some of us have ever done. Well, some of us have done worse things, but I'm not going into that now. Anyway, the blue cat grew wings and a tail... It put on a suit... And started randomly singing. The singing was so horrible that most of the people's heads exploded. The survivors were clutching their heads and running away from the terrible sound of that tone-deaf blue cat with wings and a tail. Then, a HUGE blue sword appeared in the cat's hand, and it went on a rampage.
   Nothing survived, houses were destroyed, people were eaten, food was put in the fridge (the one that has lasers in it, not the normal fridge). In the end, there was only one way to stop it. We all went up to it and gave it a score out of 10. It got a 1/10 from all of us. After that strange attempt to stop it, it began to cry and run away.
   We were saved! Apart from the fact that scratch was totally destroyed, almost everybody was eaten and there's no food left.
My story owns yours in randomness.

I thought you were relating to art on scratch then 

THIS.

So since you didn't do it, I will.


One day, not to long ago, an idea was created. The idea would change many lives, although no one knew at the time. The idea was to create a program that was simple enough for kids to under stand, so they could create their own games and animations. Scratch was soon created. It was the year 2007. All was quite. No moaning about post counts, no terrible projects on the front page, and just about everyone got along.

But suddenly, this happy time began to fade. A grey speck suddenly appeared on the front page. On closer look, it turned out to be a hamster of some sort. We were fascinated. Why would some one upload something so pointless? And so, the user's view count shot up. Soon, the front page was dominated by these... drawings.

It wasn't long before these strange cats started popping up every where. These projects were so utterly pointless, and had no meaning at all, but some how, all the users making these...."projects", shot up higher than user from before.

Now, there are few left us, people who don't upload pointless drawings that clearly don't belong on this website. These projects are exported from other programs, imported onto the stage, and then uploaded. The few of us left...we must try our best to make a difference. We must try to bring back the old scratch. The scratch that wasn't about popularity, drawings and hamsters.

Though...

We are out numbered. Perhaps we should just give up all hope.

The scratch we grew up with, is gone.

-------------

THAT'S MY ATTEMPT AT BEING EMOTIONAL. CRY OR FEEL ZE WRATHZ OF HAM. 

THE END.

D: Stop. Seriously.

Once this game maker insulted this game maker insulted an artist and she started hitting herself.

True story.

Illusionist, you didn't know? Mutiny- or something like that.

markyparky56 wrote:

littletonkslover wrote:

illusionist wrote:

I thought of one the other day in school...

"Once upon a time, there was a kid in Russia and..."

*braces for liitletonkslover to make hetalia reference*

Ivan's no kid, sah!

Obviously in hetalia, they don't speak english, or they just make random sounds throughout.

"Sah" is from Redwall........    Fail.

markyparky56 wrote:

littletonkslover wrote:

markyparky56 wrote:

Obviously in hetalia, they don't speak english, or they just make random sounds throughout.

"Sah" is from Redwall........    Fail.

What... be Redwall?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redwall

Ludichris1 wrote:

littletonkslover wrote:

markyparky56 wrote:

Obviously in hetalia, they don't speak english, or they just make random sounds throughout.

"Sah" is from Redwall........    Fail.

Redwall foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr         !!

Although I stopped reading it for a bit because of this:

The books have been criticized in some quarters for allegedly promoting an overly simplistic view of race and ethnicity. Critics point out that the good and bad characters are drawn almost exclusively along species lines, with a few rare exceptions. These criticisms have been advanced as a concern, as the books are primarily read by children and young adults. There is also a class element involved in these criticisms, with the denizens of Redwall being either educated, aristocratic animals such as badgers, or rustic, simple creatures such as moles. This contrasts with the vermin, who are almost exclusively portrayed as a greedy, stupid, and violent rabble commanded by a charismatic evil leader. These narrative structures do resemble in many ways the British class system, with the upper class animals governing the working class ones, and the Abbey remaining an ever present and strong symbol of religious authority.
Another criticism is that the Stormtrooper effect is prominent in the books. There are a number of battles in which the good protagonists are able to kill or defeat large numbers of bad animals with minimal loss of life. This effect was not as pronounced in the very earliest books in the series (such as Redwall and Mossflower), but in later books it was not uncommon for a few good beasts to kill hundreds of vermin while only losing one or two of their own soldiers; these good soldier deaths were always intensely publicized, even for minor characters. The stormtrooper effect has been explained as the good creatures having tactical advantages, superior training and armaments, and assorted supernatural guidance and effects. However, some fans enjoy the stormtrooper effect, having it mean that more of the favorite characters survive.
Many fans are concerned about what they perceive as repetition in the series. While the early books are creative and well written, it seems that many of the later books all follow the same structure, cashing in on previously established plotlines: a rebellious youth defeats a villain that wishes to destroy/conquer Redwall; a group of warriors go to retrieve someone/something that will help someone/Redwall while vermin attack their homes as they are away; escaped slaves flee to safety where they attempt to find help, return home, and conquer their previous vermin masters. Opposition to this viewpoint claim that most literature falls into the same, repetitive cycles, and that Brian Jacques is no different than many other modern fantasy authors.~Wikipedia

markyparky56 wrote:

littletonkslover wrote:

Ludichris1 wrote:

Redwall foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr         !!

Although I stopped reading it for a bit because of this:

The books have been criticized in some quarters for allegedly promoting an overly simplistic view of race and ethnicity. Critics point out that the good and bad characters are drawn almost exclusively along species lines, with a few rare exceptions. These criticisms have been advanced as a concern, as the books are primarily read by children and young adults. There is also a class element involved in these criticisms, with the denizens of Redwall being either educated, aristocratic animals such as badgers, or rustic, simple creatures such as moles. This contrasts with the vermin, who are almost exclusively portrayed as a greedy, stupid, and violent rabble commanded by a charismatic evil leader. These narrative structures do resemble in many ways the British class system, with the upper class animals governing the working class ones, and the Abbey remaining an ever present and strong symbol of religious authority.
Another criticism is that the Stormtrooper effect is prominent in the books. There are a number of battles in which the good protagonists are able to kill or defeat large numbers of bad animals with minimal loss of life. This effect was not as pronounced in the very earliest books in the series (such as Redwall and Mossflower), but in later books it was not uncommon for a few good beasts to kill hundreds of vermin while only losing one or two of their own soldiers; these good soldier deaths were always intensely publicized, even for minor characters. The stormtrooper effect has been explained as the good creatures having tactical advantages, superior training and armaments, and assorted supernatural guidance and effects. However, some fans enjoy the stormtrooper effect, having it mean that more of the favorite characters survive.
Many fans are concerned about what they perceive as repetition in the series. While the early books are creative and well written, it seems that many of the later books all follow the same structure, cashing in on previously established plotlines: a rebellious youth defeats a villain that wishes to destroy/conquer Redwall; a group of warriors go to retrieve someone/something that will help someone/Redwall while vermin attack their homes as they are away; escaped slaves flee to safety where they attempt to find help, return home, and conquer their previous vermin masters. Opposition to this viewpoint claim that most literature falls into the same, repetitive cycles, and that Brian Jacques is no different than many other modern fantasy authors.~Wikipedia

Sounds just like a strange book... thing...

Yup.

littletonkslover wrote:

markyparky56 wrote:

littletonkslover wrote:

"Sah" is from Redwall........    Fail.

What... be Redwall?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redwall

You're such a Klooney the Scourge

This is getting pretty crazy...