Weekly #4: The fourth weekly can be found here: https://scratch-mit-edu.ezproxy.canberra.edu.au/projects/876854533/ Friendly reminder to not post in that thread, as we’re using it for all the activities this session!

Note: Okay, so, I decided to make a Warrior Sheep song for the song section (no clue why I did that), and a Pokemon DPA fic for the writing section. (Plus a special bonus for the final part.) I just… made the longer fic thingy the prompts were asking for into a weekly fic. Hooray. I hope you enjoy my final weeky of this session!

Song Words: 331
Fic Words: 3623
Ficlet Words: 338
Total Words: 4292

Part 1. Ancient times.

Song section: Take a popular nursery rhyme and twist the concept to write the first verse of your song. Your first verse should be at least 50 words long, and consist of at least four lines.

Note: This is intended as Warrior Sheep fan content, technically. Also, it’s two verses? But it flowed best as two so… I’m also not going to pretend it’s good at all. It’s really bad. The whole thing, through the whole weekly.

Words: 99

Marry do you, sweet little lamb, sweet little lamb, sweet little lamb?
Marry do you, sweet little lamb
Her fleece as white as snow?
With all the places you two roam, you two roam, you two roam?
With all the places you two roam,
His heart is sure to know.

She brought you both far away, far away, far away, far away
She brought you both far away,
Yet you still carry on
Her ring’s an iron band on me, band on me, band on me
Her ring’s an iron band on me,
And you still love her so

Fic section: Fate is a common motif in many mythological stories. If you're currently working on a story, have your main characters learn some lesson relating to uncontrollable fate (that is left up to the gods). This should be achieved in at least 400 words!

Note: Okay, so this is Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Adventure fanfiction, but it’s also a showcase of my “Better Powers AU,” and the idea that the Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Adventure series takes place in the same universe as the Pokemon Adventures series, and also that Hareta, Jun, Mitsumi, and Koya are dexholders, just like Diamond Pearl, Platinum, and any other main Pokespe character.

Cws: Explosion, talking about crime stuff (Team Galactic), and an implied very bad fate

Words: 1,035

The day started out pretty good, all things considered. A nice breeze on his back, a (metaphorical) cool drink in his hand, an awesome friend or two by his side. To be honest, it was one of the better starts to a day that he had had in a while. In fact, Jun had spent the past few days in a really bad place, and this trip out to Mt. Cornet was meant to be a break. And, for a while, it was.

As he and his small group of friends hiked up the hill, Jun let the wind blow through his hair, shifting the blond strands out of place and bringing a sigh from his lips. Yes. This is what he had needed. None of that horrible stuff he'd been forced to face recently. With the probably copycat of Team Galactic on the loose, Jun had been spending much of his time trying to help get the new crimes under control, or to get Mitsumi calm down, and this hike along the mountains seemed to be just what she'd needed at the moment, if the small smile on her face was any example.

Jun hadn't seen her smile like that since before the stories of this new “Team Galactic” began to resurface. Clearly, she'd needed the cool mountain air just as much as he had. A fresh layer of snow under her pink boots, the sounds of Starleys chirping happily together in the trees. Everything about the mountain walk was exactly as Jun could have imagined.

But, as any dexholder would know, all good things come to an end eventually.

The first sign was the smoke in the sky, billowing up from a place someway down the mountain, and it only got more suspicious from there. (Slowly, birds began to fall silent, slowly, the air had gotten a chill.) Jun had done his best to distract Mitsumi from the smoke, knowing that if she noticed it, the relaxing day off would most certainly end in favor of finding out what was wrong. She was a good person like that. Fortunately, the fact that she was a fire type trainer, (or more specifically that her Infernape was walking beside her, letting off clouds of smoke of its own) kept the truth away for a while.

But not forever.

It wasn't until the explosion that anyone else noticed anything was wrong. Jun froze, and at his side, he felt Mitsumi stiffen. In front of them, he could hear Hareta squeak in alarm as his conversation with Koya skidded to a halt. (Clearly, he had been so focused on whatever they were talking about that he hadn't noticed any of the signs of danger, which was unlike him.)

Jun grit his teeth together and looked frantically around to try and find the source of the sound. He was with his friends, enjoying a hike. It wasn't time for this! It was their day off! Platinum, Diamond, and Pearl were the dexholders meant to be in charge of this nonsense for now, not them!
Unluckily, the group had just wandered into a particularly thick group of trees, keeping the smoke from their eyes and echoing the sound all around them, making it near impossible to find the direction of the explosion from their spot on the ground.

For anything Jun knew, the entire forest could have exploded around them, and he wouldn't have had a clue.

Mitsumi gripped his hand, whatever calm that hike had given her long gone from her eyes. She was one of the strongest people Jun had ever met, but even the strongest people have to have things that scared them. (And for Mitsumi, that thing was a reminder of her past, which seemed to be fighting all across the region to control her once again.)

In front of him, Jun heard the telltale sounds of Hareta scrambling up a tree, rambling something about getting a better look, while a sort of ”poof“ sound told Jun that Koya had activated his power.

The power that had been gifted to him by Arceus.

They all had one, on account of becoming true dexholders in a time like this, and they were all different. Or, mostly different, anyway. Hareta's uncanny ability to become friends with anyone had been realized and confirmed, Koya had grown the ability to sprout the ears, tail, and fangs of a Growlithe if he felt like it, and Jun and Mitsumi… Well, Jun and Mistumi had gained the ability to be unbelievably lucky, with just one snap of their fingers.
The only problem was, it wasn't a fair ability.

Jun held Mitsumi's hand tighter, and as he stared into her green eyes, he could clearly see that she was thinking about the same thing as him. That sort of, ”fine print,“ in their power. When they chose to activate it, one of them, as payback for the luckiness of the other, would be made ”unlucky,“ for the same amount of time as the positive half of the power. It was random, unbelievably dangerous at times, and something that Jun often tried to forget.
It wasn't just the unluckness. It wasn't just the fear he could see in Mitsumi's eyes. No, it was the detail in that fine print, the one that both had neglected to tell their friends. (Even in discussions of strategy with the others)

In the end, this power, gifted to them by Arceus himself, would end in disaster. In the end, one of them would stay lucky, forever. Unfortunately, this meant that something very bad would have to happen to the unlucky one. Something worse than even someone like Mitsumi could bear.

Jun knew it was only poetic, to have a power so grand, yet so deadly. So artistic, yet so fatal. The only thing they knew for sure, about that ending, was that it was going to happen to one of them. Somehow, not knowing made it even worse, and as Hareta yelled something down to them about the explosion from the top of the trees, Jun had an awful feeling that, whoever it was, it was going to be today.

It was going to be very soon.

Part 2. Distant Past

Song section: Repetition is used commonly in lyrics; write a prechorus for your song which repeats a phrase or line at least three times. This prechorus should be at least 25 words long, and consist of at least two lines.

Note: Transitioning out of that old tune now, I think I mighta done that part wrong, but it’s too late to go back now.

Words: 35

Do you really love her? When you barge through those doors?
Do you really love her? Horns like pricking thorns?
Do you really love her?
Do you really love her… Her and those spotted nails?

Fic section: In many tragedies, the hero has an Achilles' heel or a tragic flaw that will lead to their downfall. If you are currently working on a longer piece, write at least 500 words in which a main character demonstrates a trait that might get them into trouble in the future…

Cws: A destroyed city, fire, injuries, death mentioned, but nothing too descriptive

Note: The trait is him caring about Mitsumi, by the way.

Words: 1,085

Jun looked away from Mitsumi as Hareta jumped back down to them, the full calming force of his “friend” power hitting Jun like a very small toy car rather than a truck. (He was just that stressed out, it seemed.)

“I saw it!” Hareta said, sounding slightly excited despite the clear danger they all knew they were about to get themselves into, “Off that-a way!” He pointed.

Jun heard the sound of a Pokeball opening, and realized with a start that Mitsumi had stored her Infernape away. His heart hurt. She was looking to protect the creature.

”Koya?“ Hareta asked, ”Did you catch anything else?“

Jun looked to Koya, who was trudging over to them slowly, his mouth open slightly as he did his best to detect any scent that may warn the group of what they were getting into. When Hareta raised an eyebrow to ask him again if he'd caught anything, however, he just shrugged. “The smoke's too overpowering to pinpoint anything else,” he said apologetically, shrugging when Hareta immediately also began to sniff the air, “Sorry, I can't help here,“

“Then we'll have to get closer,” Mistumi said, somewhat more forcefully than Jun had been expecting, “If we can't tell what's going on from here, we have to make sure we can get there before it's over,”

She put her hand on Jun's shoulder, and he nodded in agreement. Hareta quickly followed his lead, clearly upset by how little he could tell from the air. Koya squinched up his nose, and Jun could see that he was doing his best to listen for further threats, but his sigh in agreement told them all that they were going to be walking into this pretty blind.

Jun immediately went to grab for his Dragonite, but Mitsumi shook her head and he stopped his hand. “It's too dangerous to fly in if we don't know what we're up against,” she pointed out, “It's better to try and sneak up on them if we can.”

Jun nodded, that was logical. He lowered his hand, but as he did, a horrible thought dawned on him. “I've only got Dragonite,“ he said suddenly, blood cold as he frantically felt the empty spots where his other Pokeballs were supposed to be.

”Excuse me?“ Koya asked, somewhat taken aback, ”Did I hear that right?“

”I thought this was our off day,“ Jun muttered, trying to keep the sickening dread out of his stomach, he already had a few too many guesses on how this was about to go for him, he didn’t need any more variables, ”I left most of my team back at the center, they still needed to heal up from the last battle,”

“That's completely reasonable,” Mitsumi interjected defensively. She was acting uncharacteristically protective of Jun all of a sudden, but he had to say he appreciated it. She glared at Koya as if daring him to retort, but he said nothing. She sniffed and gently handed Jun a pokeball, and, her voice much softer now, “You can borrow my Glaceon if you want, I've got my full team with me.”

Jun nodded distantly, feeling a little light headed. One of them was about to die, and she was giving away layers of her protection, to him? Why?
“Is everyone else set on Pokemon?“ Mitsumi asked, looking up at Koya and Hareta, ”Anyone think they'll need backup?“ Koya shook his head, causing his oversized Growlithe ears to flop around (which would have been funny to Jun if he wasn't terrified), and Hareta shrugged no. Mitsumi nodded.

”Alright then,“ she said, though her voice shook, ”Let's get going, we have people to save.“

The group set off in the direction that Hareta had pointed out, tromping through suddenly silent trees as the acrid smell of smoke grew steadily stronger. Beside Jun, Koya was wrinkling his nose at the strength of the scent, but he seemed to be worried enough about what they were getting into to keep his power in effect. In a way, that made Jun a bit jealous. Jun deeply wished for a bit of luck right now, but he knew that it was fully against any hope for the future to go for it.

He wished he and Mitsumi could put on a layer of magical strength the way their friends could, but he knew that they could not. Whatever they were getting themselves into this time, Jun knew that it was unbelievably dangerous, and needing all the luck he could get could not come at the price of throwing someone like Mitsumi under the bus like that.

Even though, for some reason, he felt an odd wish that he could give her the luck she needed. The luck to push on. Even though it would undoubtedly end in tragedy for him.

Even through all his jokes, self confident words, and flirtatious remarks directed at Mitsumi's looks, he did truly love her. He loved her so much, in fact, that even in his proud heart, he knew that he would choose to protect her over himself in a situation like this. A situation that he now saw with his own eyes.

Mitsumi gasped as the horrible sight came into her view. At the same time, a weird sort of growl escaped both Hareta and Koya. Jun simply stared in shock. Before him was a town. Or, the ruins of one, anyway. Flames streaked up into the sky out of torn buildings and collapsed foundations. Screams rose up from people, covered in dust and rubble as they fought to free people trapped under fallen buildings. Thankfully, whatever had blown up appeared to have been mostly out of the residential area of the town, but Jun still felt his blood boil with rage as the sight of the injured people reached him.

How could those monsters, even if they were so true to their own delusions that they would believe themselves to be a group that had been defeated three times in the past, hurt people like this?

Without thinking, Jun charged out of the treeline, his hand wrapped tight around Mitsumi's Pokeball as he did. At his side, he heard a yell as Hareta threw himself into the destruction. He was likely aiming to help the injured, but Jun found he did not care to see if he was right as he headed towards the figures standing near the flaming mess that was the site of the explosion. They had done this. They had to pay.

Part 3. Current Day

Song section: Pick an idiom around which to base your chorus. Make it catchy! Your chorus should be at least 50 words long, and consist of at least four lines.

Note: I chose the “black sheep,” idiom, of course. Btw, the main character is a “black sheep” because they are a common breed of sheep, while the one they’re crushing on (Jacey) is not. It’s like… OC self insert??? What is happening in my mind for this to happen? Final weekly scrambles I guess.

Words: 70

You’re the black sheep of the field! A gray and green forest hue.
While she’s the rare wool, dancing on shining hooves-
You’re the black sheep of the field! Just knowing to read couldn’t get you to her.
Do you really love her? Or just those pink hooves?
Does it matter if she makes your heart swell oh so large?
When you’re not in a class the same as hers?

Fic section: Have you heard of the butterfly effect? We go through day to day life often without understanding the consequences of our actions. If you are working on a longer story, write 500 words where a main or side character makes a trivial choice that ends in disaster.

Cws: Battle, temporary death, injuries, nothing that you wouldn’t see in Percy Jackson

Note: I PROMISE I WILL REVISIT THE OLD AMONG US WEEKLY AGAIN. THAT WAS THE MOST FUN I’VE EVER HAD. (I just need to do this prompt now for where my story is going. :3)

Words: 1,009

Jun raced towards the site of the explosion, and though the heat rose to burn his skin as he did, he did not pause. He was probably going to be gone by the end of today, so why not spend his time helping those that needed it? It was better that way. He had been gifted a power by Arceus himself, why not put himself to good use while he still had time under its curse?

He threw himself into battle, not caring as a razor leaf just barely missed his face when the grunts did their best to retaliate. No, he simply crushed them. They could do nothing against his Dragonite and Mistumi’s Glaceon, not with a dexholder in the lead. Jun battled with both Pokemon at once, and the evil that he fought stood no chance against the combination of deadly Hyper Beams and the even more horrifying freezing moves he bestowed upon them. He fought for all he was worth, nothing but rage overtaking him as he beat his way through the throngs of evil.

From his spot in the battle, Jun could now see a suspicious group of people gathered around an object of some kind in the smoking pit that was the site of the explosion. He knew that they had to get there if they wanted this to end. Which, in his mind, translated to getting there If he wanted Mitsumi to be safe.

At some point, he realized that he was back to back with Koya, who seemed to be using his own Arceus given fire power to fight just as much as any one of his Pokemon, but he was soon gone. At another, Hareta could be seen calming down a scared child with the strength of genuine trust. Again, Jun wished that he could use his own power to help this poor town, but he knew it was too risky. He knew it could only end in disaster.

But that didn’t stop him from wanting to try, for Mitsumi’s sake.

He kept fighting. Hyper Beam. Blizzard. Dragon rage. Ice Beam. Rinse and repeat. He blasted through grunt after grunt, hearing the sounds of battle picking up all around him as the townspeople who were able to battle drew their own Pokeballs. But even their advances towards the center did nothing to quell his growing panic.

He’d seen Koya. He could hear Hareta’s enthusiastic yelling over the din of battle. His Pokemon were safe back at the center. He was being backed up by townspeople who were probably even more angry than he was about what had just happened to the town. He hadn’t even been hit once in the battle. So why, when everything was going right, was he freaking out?

It was only when his eye caught on a flash of green that he realized what was wrong. Mitsumi. Where was she?! He looked up from the Staraptor that Glaceon had just frozen to the ground, suddenly frantic. He hadn’t seen her all battle, and, as far as large battles had gone, he was certain that he’d been doing better than usual in this one. He was a good trainer, but he wasn’t that good.

Was it luck?

…Was it over?

Jun recalled the Pokemon and threw himself into the crowd of battle, screaming out Mitsumi’s name as he ran. Around him, Pokemon fell to senseless injuries, and people screamed out in rage at the destruction of that which they loved. The end of an evil plot. The end to a prosperous town. The end of a lucky streak. The end of-

Jun froze, his orange eyes locked onto the horrible sight before him. No, it couldn’t be. An explosion shook the ground mere feet away from him, but not a scrap of shrapnel nor a lick of flame touched him. It was miraculous. It was horrible. It was… it was lucky. This couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be real! He didn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it.

But there it was anyway.

Before him, lying completely still on a piece of stray concrete thrown up at some time in the day, was Mitsumi. But something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Her beautiful hair, still shining despite burnt pieces, was flung haphazardly around her. Her perfect face, once warm as sunlight if you knew what to say to her, looked pale and cold. Her body, always the focus of Jun’s flirtatious remarks, was twisted awkwardly on the stone.

She was gone.

It couldn’t be true.

Another blast shot past Jun, missing him by inches and instead decimating a grunt that had been poised to attack him. But he hardly even noticed. In the state his mind was in, the battle around him was little more than white noise, scraping against his skull like footsteps on a forest trail, or like the kicking feet of lovers as they sat on a bench together.

It was twisted, how could Arceus be so cruel?!

Jun fell to his knees, crying as every emotion hit him at once. Every memory that had led to this. From receiving his Pokedex, to meeting Hareta and Mitsumi in Oreburgh City, to taking on Team Galactic, to facing Girintina under the watchful eye of Arceus. Every stupid, insignificant thing that, together, made him a pokedex holder. Every dumb thing he’d said that made him the stuff of magic.

His hands shook as his tears fell to the ground.

How had he been made into a dexholder when someone as wonderful as her existed? Why had they been bound together, only for one to lose in the end. One final gamble, one push to save the one that she loved. The one that she loved.

Now he was truly sobbing, but still nothing hit him. He was lucky alright, but he couldn’t imagine anything that he would use his power on, now that she was gone. His other half, the one bound to him by the will of Arceus himself.

It couldn’t be her end, it couldn’t!

Part 4. Distant Future

Song section: Google a list of the most famous songs and find a title that you haven't heard of; without listening or reading the lyrics, write a bridge based off of this title. Your bridge should be at least 60 words long, and consist of at least four lines.

Note: I chose Respect by Celine Dion I guess. Also this is now Wills x Jacey

Words: 66

We all respect the spotted sheep, with the pretty little horns on her pretty little head
The black sheep of the herd, with her pink hooves
We all respect the small lamb, with the tiny hooves on his tiny legs
The black sheep of the herd, with his knowledgeable eyes
It’s enough to know to love
To move on in time
To respect on and on

Fic section: Clocks are a common symbol in steampunk. If you are currently working on an extended story, introduce a clock within the next 400 words. The appearance of the clock should symbolize something - what that something might be is up to you.

Note: Urgh I love him. qwq

Words: 494

Just then, a crazy idea hit him. Jun slowly staggered to his feet, and his eyes locked back onto Mitsumi as his brain scrambled for purchase. If he was lucky forever, surely it wouldn’t hurt to wish for what he wanted. Surely it wouldn’t hurt if he could get what he wanted out of the deal, what he knew that someone like her deserved.

A life, maybe even one with a man that she loved. Maybe one day, she and this unnamed man would retire from their jobs as trainers to raise a family. Maybe she and her Pokemon, so harmed by the scars of the past, would be able to move on with the love of her life. Jun’s heart ached. With what he was about to attempt to do, he knew that this man could never be him.

But his decision was solidified anyways.

“Arceus!” he yelled, turning his face to the sky, “I only have one thing I want, grant me it! That’s what luck is all about anyway, isn’t it?!”

If Arceus was listening, he didn’t answer, but that didn’t stop Jun as he focused. He wanted this. He really really wanted this. He loved her, he really did, how could he leave her like this? When he knew that he could not live without her?

He’d saved her from certain death before, why couldn’t he do it again?

He thought about everything he loved about her. The way she always laughed so cutely whenever he made some stupid joke. The way her eyes seemed to glow with green flames whenever she delivered a final blow. The way he’d never felt unlucky when he was around her, even when, literally speaking, he was. The way her eyes shone with admiration whenever her Pokemon pulled off a hard move in a contest.

She was so much more than her horrible past, so much more than this curse had made her out to be. She was perfect. She was flawless. She was everything that Jun was not. He knew he couldn’t bring her back without a price, he knew that the curse didn’t work that way, but he knew that he was willing to pay.

He thought about everything they had done together. Fought side by side, fought against evil, fought in general, but also loved. They had held hands in the forest, soared on dragon wings through the puffy clouds, kissed under a starry sky. They had done anything and everything, and Jun knew he was ready to go.

Last week, he and Mitsumi fixed up a clock together. It was just a simple thing really, a deep red wooden frame and a pale cream face with only slightly rusted hands, but had he loved every second of it. Every second he had spent with her. Every moment that their fingers touched.
But the clock was ticking. His time was up.

Mitsumi took a shuddering breath of the battle worn air.

Part 5. The End.

Song section: The song is coming to an end, so it's time to repeat the chorus - except this time, change up the wording! Introduce some nature imagery into your chorus, which should remain at least 50 words long, in at least four lines.

Note: Oh man. What the heck have I written? (Also, I already had nature themes???)

Words: 61

You’re the black sheep of the field! Of gray and green forest hue.
While she’s the rare wool, blinking shining eyes-
Both the black sheep of the field! Just know that you’re on her level.
You really truly love her! On those pink hooves dancing-
Her fern-like ears make your heart swell oh so large.
Both the same, just as yours.

Fic section: Write a 250 word narrative where when you woke up, it was all a dream.

Note: Y’all are obsessed with these endings, WHYYYYYY… Jk, I’m gonna write a tiny bit of Scratch Writing Camp fanfic. :3 The ending for the last part was good enough as an end of that fic anyway. (I wanted more but whatever.

Words: 338 (I hope that’s okay?)

I opened my eyes onto a hot morning.

Sunlight streamed through my window, still orange from the smoke that I could have sworn was only present a month ago. I sat up, pushing the comforter off myself as a sudden dizzy fog engulfed my mind. I was awake, but hadn't I been just as awake only moments before? When did I fall asleep?!

A sudden terror came to my throat, and I yelped as I reached for my computer. My weekly! I didn't turn it in! Had I fallen asleep and missed the deadline? Oh no! I'd spent hours on that! How could it all go to waste?! I practically ripped the computer open, my fingers moving fast as they rushed to open up my account. No no no no! I couldn't lose it, not when I'd been so close to my word goal! I just couldn't! What would my cabin think of me? My cabin leaders? Everyone who was relying on everyone else to fight hard for their points and win?

What would it be like if I couldn't even turn in all the work I had done for us to prevail?! Us, the Horror cabin, the underdogs from the analog horror sphere, all pushing for seventh place at least. What would I do if I couldn't even say I had helped us in the final push for freedom?

But something was wrong.

As I checked through my messages, I didn't see anything. No reminders to turn in my work. No war invites. Just… nothing. Had it all been a dream? I felt my heartbeat speed up, and I clicked on my Discus link. No. It wasn't there. I checked Google Docs. There was nothing. I felt dizzy. This was like that one time I'd dreamed I had an endless playset in my backyard, only worse. (Said dream seemed oddly poetic now, given the original setting of my now destroyed cabin.)

Maybe the real Horror was the progress we lost along the way.

I began to cry.

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Main Cabin Daily #30: Happy Friendship Day, everyone!! Since we're nearing the end of the session, it's time to get started with writing thank you notes to all of the people–and, hopefully, new friends–who made this session what it was. First, check out Moss's wonderful workshop on writing thank you notes here: https://scratch-mit-edu.ezproxy.canberra.edu.au/discuss/topic/645254 Now, armed with ideas for what to say, write at least 200 words' worth of thank yous! This daily will earn you 200 points, and sharing your notes with the people you wrote them to is required.

Words: 295

Alright, it’s time. I have to say thank you. First, thank you to my cabin leaders, @ForestPanther and @Aiisling, for building an amazing cabin this month. I may not like this sort of horror very much, but it was still very well done and well kept together. We fought to the end. I hope we get at least 7th place.

I don’t spend much time outside of my own cabin in Scratch Writing Camp (and, quite honestly, I don’t spend much time in the cabin either, I’m mostly writing), but I also want to say thank you to all of the hosts of the other cabins and the creators of the event! Thanks for all you do for this event, it’s really appreciated.

As I said, I rarely spend time outside of my cabin, but I find I have to thank the mercenary who I’m pretty sure helped us during one of our word wars. I don’t know who you are, maybe someone will pass this on to you, but we would have fallen even more without your help. It’s awesome to have help!

And, again, I have to thank @ForestPanther for being a great word counter! You’re always really nice and encouraging, even when I sent you three comments in a day, so thank you for that! I think I would go crazy if I had to deal with a project of mine being used as a word counting spot, so just know that it’s not everyone who can do a job like that.

And that’s it. I don’t know anyone else, because I was busy writing, but thank you to the rest of my cabin as well, for fighting our hardest despite everything. Have a good year until the next Scratch Writing Camp!