-UPDATE- New backdrops, bug fixed -BUG FIXED- 17/08/20 This will tell you if I'm online! -REMIX INSTRUCTIONS- Remix then go to credit sprite, there will be a username slot that says my username, change that to your username. Then go to backdrops, there will be another username slot, also change that to your username and not mine. Then it should work! I fixed a bug so now it works nearly all the time. It's pretty cool isn't it?
Thanks to @Super_Scratcher07 for the base code ;) oc is mine if you want a treat (writing excerpt) here it is (no dictionary challenge) Merciless winds sweep through a barren land, mirages appearing in undulating waves as the unbearable heat comes down on us. Detritus accumulated long ago in the great inundation originating from the adulterating factories was swept away with a push of Nature’s hand. Nature, so often pictured as a caring mother, was now unleashing millennia of rage directed at the humans for the destruction and dilemmas they had caused for so long. But still, some refused to act. They stayed adamant that they were in the right no matter how harsh the consequences were. Most were prosperous magnates and shareholders in the factories spelling out toxic wastes. Mendacity could be found in their preposterous claims. Any hint of veracity was hidden in their verbose and rambling grandiloquence concerning the contamination. But while they rebelled, the rest of the world knew better than to follow them. Long hours spent toiling and ploughing on the barren lands were now only as good as wasted. Accompanying the debris spilling out from congested factories was a sickly and wilted crop of wheat which had been sown in infecund grounds still containing residual radioactivity. No salvation whatsoever could be sought for this doomed civilisation: cities were smitten off the face of the Earth with a single strike of the Grim Reaper’s blade. On the barren, lifeless grounds of Earth a single, rasping voice echoed throughout the collective ear of the human race. "I can take away the suffering. The pain. The grief from losing it all. I can retrieve it and store it away for you to never feel it again. With a single swipe of my scythe, I can do this all. But you must pay a price. The memories. Of the bliss-inducing birdsong. Of the long-gone warmth of the sun itself on your cheeks. Of the mysterious moonlight which induced all thoughts somewhat lycanthropic or lunar. I can take away your agonies and aches. But there is a price you must pay for it all, and you must be willing to pay for it. And I know all of you can afford it." We all chose to accept the offer. Except one. Me. I wasn’t ready for the extortionate punishment awaiting me. Trepidation was not a feeling I experienced; I felt thoroughly sure I would escape the cruel grip of death. But how was a question not to be answered, for the answer is only held by the most unforthcoming keeper in the world: Death himself. In my eyes, those who had willingly sacrificed themselves were no less of sinners than the Devil himself. They were brutally taken away from this world, their world, in the hands of a tyrant and dictator. But they had done so voluntarily. Would any sane person dare to venture beyond the limits of life and death, and try to control it themselves? The very thought chilled my bones. Death was not something to be meddled with. My journey which lay ahead would be long. Brutal. Many times the thought of giving up crossed my mind. But it was soon to end. All of it. The punishment. The cataclysm striking the very Earth. Life in its whole and all. I wished to elude this end, this finale and encore God had planned out for the entire world, all of us little sinners. The thoughts I had before about the sins of voluntarily dying were now being doubted by my own mind. What if I was no better than the worst on the face of this now-destroyed sanctuary? I brushed the thoughts out of my mind; I had to. It would be no good to go on and accept my fatal end through a single choice. It wouldn’t honour any of the blessings I had been fortunate enough to be lucked into. I believed this with my life, but it led me to believe: was I tricking myself? I wished to find the source of all the people’s zeal. What was all this hype about death anyways? now go practice (twosetviola fans unite!) if you don't watch twosetviolin it is LaMeNtAbLe
