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Time Capsual thread!
Time Capsual thread!
This has been done before. The original creator was actually Icy, so all credit goes to her. Here's a link from the original thread: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/301079
I thought this might be a good idea for our CB reunion so we could remember this special day for years to come.
Here's a rough guide of things you could include, but feel free to add whatever you want onto this thread.
- Name:
- When you joined/was active on the CB
- Snippet from a thread/post you want to remember or think is important
- Introduce your AEs if you have them
- Hobbies
- Something about yourself
- A peice of your art or writing
- favourite qoute
I'll post mine tomorrow.
Let's bury our time capsual!
submitted by Coroline, age CB reunion
(February 14, 2019 - 12:13 am)
(February 14, 2019 - 12:13 am)
(February 17, 2019 - 1:23 am)
- Name: Darkking
- When you joined/was active on the CB:
First post ever: October 28, 2016
First post under Darkking: March 19, 2018
- Snippet from a thread/post you want to remember or think is important:
http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/chirpatcricket/node/357778?page...
That whole dang thing should be remembered forever ^^^
- Introduce your AEs if you have them:
Izzy, the bibliophile who can bring stories to life(who I may remake soon but she's still here). )(Books books and more books.)(
Will, the shy part of me that wants to be polite but ends up being awkward. Tech is my main "thing".
Harlequin, the crazy part of me that wants to do cartwheels and eat random things. Also glitter and rainbows. Never forget the rainbowsssssss...
And Mor, my energetic Captcha with a temper and a giant sweet tooth fgth
- Hobbies
CBing, writing, drawing, Homestuck, Discord, cats, thinking about eating random things, watching The Flash and Arrow
- Something about yourself
I am a Blonde with an identical twin, it has been two years since I first went on the CB(though It has been only one since I started posting regularly) and I am a Panic! At the Disco fan
- A piece of your art or writing
Smol poem snippet that I adore
Greetings friends, old and new
To my great carnival, held only by two
The Captcha, that captures the light
And the CBer, who brings in the night.
- favorite quote:
"YEETING FERRETGOAT" -Soren Infinity
(February 17, 2019 - 5:48 pm)
@Aquamarine, thank you! <3
@Darkking, I *gasps* said your favorite quote??!! I am deeply honored.
(February 17, 2019 - 11:13 pm)
You make me smile whenever I need it most, there is little doubt that you deserve to be my favourite quote speaker.
(February 18, 2019 - 10:55 am)
@DK, d'awww, you made my day. *hugs* <3
(February 18, 2019 - 5:20 pm)
I'm Kitten. I'm currently active, but I joined in April 2017. My hobbies include reading, writing, Irish dancing (like Inktail!), coding, and correcting other people's errors. I currently have two AEs, both of whom are new and haven't been fully developed yet: Gale and Breeze; they're opposites in some regards, as Gale is very strict and emotionless, whereas Breeze is very emotional. I also have a CAPTCHA named Cake who is a small white cat.
"Always remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent." -Eleanor Roosevelt
"One can never have enough socks." -Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
An excerpt from a story I'm trying to write:
The human ran as fast as they could. Their footsteps echoed through the darkness as they somehow dodged the invisible rocks. Frantically they tried to make their legs move faster when they were already moving faster than was physically possible. Their mind had already separated from their body, and their legs were only moving from a deep knowledge that the only solution was to follow their instincts down the path that wasn’t a path.
They could hear the roar growing closer and they wanted to succumb, to let it take them. But their instincts pushed them on, on to the point where their body ached going to collapse, drained of all energy, and beyond the reach of any help. It was only here, on the brink of death, that they managed to cease running. They jolted to a stop so suddenly that they tumbled forward over the rocks and straight into the heart of a light that they were positive had not been there before.
(February 18, 2019 - 1:10 pm)
Great idea, Coraline!
Name: Owlgirl
Joined: February 7, 2015 - 12:01 pm when I was 11
Thread/post: oh, I have lots bookmarked, I'll reply to my post later with a snippet
Hobbies: singing (classical, choir, musical theatre, pop), acting, writing, reading, play a little bit of piano and violin
Something about myself: I've travelled to Brazil a lot cause that's where my dad is from (I'm Latina, though unfortunately I'm not fluent in Portugese), and my mom is white Hispanic, from New Mexico (HER HOMEMADE FOOD IS SO GOOD). I was born in Texas...so I guess that's an interesting fact about myself, that I'm a mix of cultures.
A piece of writing: (from Scholastic Gold Key short story "The Forgotten Song"
The girl sat on the elderly wicker bench, feeling as if she were an abandoned shell on a beach, hollow and alone. A breeze gently ran its fingers through wisps of her dark brown hair. Otherwise, she was completely still, her pale hands pressed against her knees and her grey-green eyes closed, lined with dark lashes like black curtains over a mourner’s windows. She didn’t want to look at the hunched-over trees around her, leaves drooping from their thin limbs like tears, nor the dejected house behind her. With the world around her shut out like this, her hearing was the sole sense that made her aware she even existed. The only sound in her ears was the forlorn wind, moaning through the roof and whispering between branches.
Suddenly, two notes broke through the quietness, the second exactly a half step lower than the first. They repeated. As the lonely song reverberated within her, she felt a rush of nausea, and her bitten-down fingernails dug into the fabric of her leggings. The strange song was too raw, too isolated for her to take in. She had thought the silence would help her clear her head, but that birdsong….its sorrowful simplicity only brought her back to the night her world changed forever.
Favorite quote: "We are all born so beautiful. The greatest tragedy is being convinced we're not." -Rupi Kaur
AEs: So, my AE's are--
I CAN INTRODUCE MYSELF!
Oh-okay, go for it, Grace.
*taps mic* Is this thing on? Great. GREAT! So I'm GRACE! I have purple hair and purple eyes and I LOVE GUMMY BEARS I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR GUMMY BEARS GUMMY BEARS ARE AMAZING! I like surprising my CBer by throwing gummy bears at her and entering the CB loudly, blowing horns and riding winged mechanical animals. My favorite is a FLYING MECHANICAL GOLDEN PIG! Although I really need to invest in a gummy bearrrrrr.
Hiya everyone, I'm Mellie, and I just think this reunion is meowmazing! I'm taking so many photographs with my new camera. I hope I look cute, I'm wearing plenty of orange, and I took extra care to make sure my cat ears look nice and my pigtails are bouncy! Yay! I'm so excited! I'm! So! Excited!
So yeah, Grace is...*whispers* kind of crazy, and Mellie is cheerful and easily excited.
Also, I have a CAPTCHA little pygmy owl named Micna. Say hi, Micna!
Micna: "gfrn"
She means, "good friends" she's happy to see her good friends at the CB.
(February 18, 2019 - 5:43 pm)
Well. I should have done this earlier, but here I am.
- Name: Cho Chang, at one point Eowyn because Mei-xue and I argued over whether or not Cho Chang was a culturally appropriate name. (It's not, but the name is me on here.)
- When you joined/was active on the CB: I was extremely active from mid-September of 2015 to the end of 2016. (I hope I got those dates right.)
- Snippet from a thread/post you want to remember or think is important:
I stand on the edge of a cliff.
Behind me, I see the village I come from.
Before me, there is nothing.
I see the village catch fire; it started with a single spark.
I run back and try to help it.
My single bucket of water does no good;
The wind overpowers me and I am forced to allow it.
Backing away, the only way I can protect myself is to go.
There is no helping my old village now; I can't save it.
I take a deep breath... step forward, off the cliff...
And fly away to look for another place I belong.
~Darth Daisy, (December 17, 2016 - 7:38 am)
- Introduce your AEs if you have them: So the family is as follows: Elsa Chang, a cat-girl who is blond and good-looking, intended to show my ... girly side? I'm not really sure how to phrase that. She has been extremely boy-obssesed in the past, and is apparently partially(?) responsible for an AE war kinda? (I'm not certain, I was just looking over the complete guide, but I'm tired, so lol.) But now she and Diovald (Joan B. Of Arc's AE) are in a relationship, but I don't think that anyone has ever said that they are explicitly dating the other. There used to be Blizzard Chang, a fat white persian tomcat who literally just sat there, was lazy, and said a few minor, snarky remarks. Now there is Thorn, a hulking red male dragon is is basically all of my flaws rolled up into one character. He is rude, short-tempered, quiet, and rather sulking. However, he and Ms. Elton (Mirax Terrik's AE) are in a very close relationship. (Married, if I remember correctly.) Then there is Pinkie PIEper, a pink pie-obssessed female AE who is hyper, mocks Thorn to his face, and is worrisome if depressed. Her and Snyder Fan (Brooklyn Newsie's AE) are in a relationship. (Snyper, the otp.)
- Hobbies: Roleplaying, writing, playing video games, mapmaking (dude, it's so much fun), worldbuilding, reading, singing (I'M IN A STORE AND I'M SINGING! Sorry. XP), language-building, playing with my hair, and drawing.
- Something about yourself: I'm allergic to cinnamon, as are two of my best friends. I know really random bits of Japanese. I can greet people, talk about food, the time, how someone is doing, participate in some of the Japanese service at my church, and barely navigate a parking lot. It's weird.
- A piece of your art or writing: The woman arched her back, recoiling from the pain. The dress tore as her body grew, the pain causing her to scream. But she didn’t hear a scream. At least, not a human one. It was a beast’s roar, like a lion or a bear’s.
Her pores stung as hair grew from them all at an insane rate, sapping her energy. Her mind seemed to cloud, but she tried to stand, and battle through the pain. There was something important. It didn’t matter now, but for later, she ought to.
She dropped down onto all fours, overcome with exhaustion. One last swelling of the body, and her corset cracked. She moaned aloud from the pain. If only she hadn’t … she blinked, confused. What was it that she regretted? Why was this thing restraining her powerful form? She ripped the remainders of the dress from her body, slicing through it with ease. Her mind woke up for a moment, and she snatched at the nearby tapestry, tearing it down off the wall and pulling it around her hulking form. Fatigue overcame her, and she laid her head down, closing her eyes slowly. She had to … stay … awake.
It was important. Very important. She rose again, determined to remember. She had to keep going until she remembered. She tried to hold onto the tapestry as she moved, but this strange new form made her clumsy. The thought was very important. She staggered off into another room, knocking over a side table.
Those strange white eyes—She stopped, lurching backwards as if she had been hit. But that wasn’t it. She growled aloud in frustration. It was an object. That was what was important. ~ The Beauty of A Sleeping Beast
- favourite quote: "I believe in Christ like I believe in the sun. Not because I can see it, but by it I can see everything else." ~C.S. Lewis
*lowers capsule into the earth* (I hope I didn't accidentally post this twice. Oh well.)
(February 18, 2019 - 9:10 pm)