https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/957611577/ by @moss-shadow SOOOO MANY SECRETS!!!
Here is the secret message: Maybe she saw my dad. My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?” The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So, my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. Yada yada he met someone in Montana They met at Golden Gate Park 501 Stanyan St and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock. Bro, Butterscotch Horseman really went and died from a San Fransisco tree ;-;
