um yeah don’t ask because the answer is probably I have no clue but anyways no thumbnail because no credits to swc, the random items I used, and the photo I wrote about wooo first daily this session the image is um inside somewhere not really sure it was working before and now it’s not but it’s there but it won’t let me see inside the project because mobile is ew
I’m putting the writing part here because I’m lazy based on this: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/875724587 The Tragic Tale of Sir LeCrown 411 words The majestic avocado king sits regally atop his throne, wearing his favourite and most expensive crown, the Watch Crown. The crown, a family heirloom that has been passed down for generations, was built in 1684 by the famous crown-maker Sir Watch Architect Builder Jeweler LeCrown. Rumour has it that Sir LeCrown received the gift of immortality from a client early in his career, and that he lives even today, perhaps reincarnated, or posing as each of his sons - after all, he began a long line of talented crown-masters who each mysteriously vanished after having only one son… Perhaps Sir LeCrown is the one waiting outside the door of the palace at this very moment. His Majesty the avocado king, however, decides to ignore this and continue pondering other pointless nothings. Sir LeCrown, currently 547 years old, sits outside the steps of the palace in his typical cheetah form. He wears a tall, elaborate hat, although so as not to offend any of the kings, not nearly as unique as any of the crowns that he has made for his clients. The world knows him now as George LeCrown, but he is in fact Sir Watch LeCrown himself. He foolishly decided to take an immortality potion during his youth. Now he remains stuck, pretending he is someone else. Luckily he also received the power of shapeshifting, which, hasn’t gotten old, even after over five hundred years. He considers going inside to speak with the king, changes his mind several times, then finally resolves to go inside. “Halt!” yells a tiny, scratchy yet smooth voice. Sir LeCrown searches for the source of the sound, his eyes finally settling upon a blue hairbrush guard. “What business do you have here?” she asks. “Um… I- I’d like to see the king…? If that’s okay…?” he struggles to finish after noticing her glare. “The king is not accepting visitors at the moment. You shall not pass this point. Instead you may bow to the king from here,” she gestures to the closed door. “… oh. Thanks?” he doesn’t intend for it to, but it sounds a bit more like a question than an expression of gratitude. She nods, not seeming to notice or care. Sir LeCrown returns to where he had been standing before and sits down wearily. He traveled by foot for days to reach the palace, only to not be able to speak with the king. And with that, he begins to cry.
