Date: September 7th, 2014
Munch on the PHB’s pop-pop-Poptropica fan magazine!
Welcome to the 19th issue of the Poptropica Help Blog’s fan magazine, The POPCORN! This will be the penultimate issue in series 3 of our magazine collection, so if you wish to be a part of our last issue in a while, be sure to send your entries in before October 5, 2014. With that said, enjoy! 🙂
We’ve selected a couple of Poptropica-related questions from our e-mail inbox this month to answer… and here’s what we’ve got.
Hi PHB. I am having a problem on the Poptropica Avatar Studio- When my avatar popped up and I clicked on the “Save Image” button, nothing happens. And then I saw a sign under the “Save Image” button: “To save an image you must enable popups for this site. How do I enable popups? ~Super Drummer
That would depend on your internet browser. Google the instructions for enabling popups for your browser (be it Internet Explorer, Chrome, or something else), and you should be able to get the popup to save images from the Avatar Studio.
Hi there! My sister did the closed eye glitch and she turned into a boy in Poptropica. Is there a way to get her back into a girl? Please help! ~Kinza S.
You can try using the gender swap glitch listed on our PHB cheats page to turn back into a girl, but we can’t guarantee it’ll work. As for changing your appearance, find an account you want to clone and attempt the cloning glitch to copy that account’s appearance. These can be found under the instructions for the closed eyes glitch on the PHB cheats page.
What’s going on in the fictional fan-created universes of Poptropica?
Jane the Baker: by Fishtail211
(author’s note: contains slight spoilers for Ghost Story Island)
Twelve hours is too much…
Jane’s eyes stared at the clock across the room, its hour hand on the eight. Her vision started to get blurry. She closed her eyes, although only for a short while. There were many instances where she accidentally fell asleep and woke up to the sound of a ringing bell.
Then again, not too many people come to The Gingerbread House bakery this late at night. The big crowd always came in the afternoon, many of the customers equipped with ghost hunting “weapons”. One boy even came in with a tin foil hat, claiming that he could hear ghosts with it along with his “hi-tech machine”.
But this was ghost-hunting hour, and Magistrate Flatbottom was always peeking in the bakery’s window during this time of the day. It always drew away customers. Sometimes Jane closed up shop, but it always ended up with a scolding from Flatbottom.
“You know the rules of Hemlock Harbor Miss Abner,” He pointed his cane at her. “You cannot close up shop until its actual closing time!”
She always wanted to say that rarely anybody ever came after six, but considering that the Magistrate became stricter and stricter each passing day, and since she knew he always had his suspicions about her, she decided to keep her mouth shut and nod.
It was because she was almost caught ghost-hunting numerous times, a hobby of hers which she never told anybody.
She could remember how it all started like it was a day ago.
It all began almost a decade before. Jane was eighteen then, just graduated high school. Her current short, dull brown hair was long and full of colorful streaks then. Acne covered her face but her heavy makeup always covered it up.
She was with her other friends, Casey and Miranda. They were always a bit nutty, however they were Jane’s friends ever since the first day of sixth grade.
The three girls hid behind The Mermaid Memorial Grave at Lot A of the Hemlock Cemetery. All three of them knew about the Cemetery Specter ever since they were little girls in light up sneakers. The ghost, cloaked in all black garments, he always left a single rose at a weathered grave each night, before disappearing in the fog.
“I’ve got a camera,” Said Casey, who sat next to Jane. “We could take a pic and send it to the newspaper and get rich,” The young woman smiled while taking out the large, old fashioned camera from her sparkly backpack.
“Are you going to take the pic?” Asked Miranda, her bright grey eyes boring into Casey’s.
“No,” She shook her head. “I don’t wanna get caught. The sheriff’s here y’know,”
“I’m not doin’ it either,” Miranda replied, moving a strand of black hair away from her pale face. “What ‘bout you Jane?”
Jane widened her eyes and was about to say no, until they spotted the cloaked ghost come out. Casey flung the camera to Jane. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster by the second. She nearly gave the camera back to her friend, but she knew that they would no longer talk to her, something she was afraid of.
Quietly, she stood up and held the camera shakily in her hand. Jane got a good focus of the ghost, setting the single rose in its place, until she locked eyes with the old sheriff, his body leaning on the steel gates of the lot.
The young girl dropped the camera and ran off, past the Lot. She stopped when she reached the bakery, where she spotted her mother mopping up the tiled floors.
“I knew you weren’t in bed,” Her mother uttered angrily at her. Jane still breathed heavily as she dropped herself onto the wooden chair behind the counter.
“What crazy excuse is it today?” The mop splashed in the bucket full of water.
“Me and my friends went to Lot A of the cemetery,” Jane reached for a water bottle near her. “Looking for the ghost,”
“Tell me the truth,” Her mother rammed the mop angrily into the bucket.
“I am,” Jane looked deep into her mother’s blue eyes. They would’ve looked pretty if they weren’t so tired. “I always am,”
“You shouldn’t look for those things,” Her mother sighed. “I don’t want you locked up,”
“I don’t like you hanging out with those girls either,” She continued on. At the same moment Jane’s grandmother came down from the stairs, her steps slow and careful. The old woman smiled at her granddaughter.
“Give her a break Marianne,” She reached down for one of the leftover hot cross buns on the table near the door. “She’s young,”
“But she needs to learn rules,”
“That can come later,” Popping the bun into her mouth; she walked over to her granddaughter. “Were you out looking for the specter?”
Her grandmother smiled. “How exciting. Let me introduce you to a friend tomorrow, then. She could help you find the ghost,”
The following day, Jane went on a walk with her grandmother to old house near the inn. The exterior of the house covered in rose vines, its windows broken. The door was bolted shut.
“Grandma,” The young girl looked to her smiling grandmother. “This house hasn’t been occupied in twenty years. Why did you take me here?”
“My friend is here,” The old woman walked a few steps ahead of her. “You’re going to meet her,”
Jane decided that she wouldn’t argue and followed her grandmother until they reached a metal trap door. Her grandmother opened it and climbed in. Jane was surprised that her grandmother was not fearful of the old house, but she trusted her. Jane followed suit.
Her grandmother was already down the wooden steps when Jane noticed the stitched dolls on the shelves to the left of her. As she walked down the stairs, she continued to see more of them, along with a nice-looking dollhouse that would’ve looked like the outside of the house if it hadn’t been so worn down.
Her grandmother sat on a wooden chair, waiting patiently.
“Finally,” Her grandmother said after Jane reached the bottom of the steps. “Be a dear and push those wooden crates to the bottom of those broken stairs over there?”
After Jane had pushed the crates, they climbed them until they jumped onto the first steps, walking up until they reached a fireplace. A picture of a man and woman was hung up in front of it, the two grinning and holding hands. Jane smiled at the picture as she and her grandmother walked up another staircase and into another room.
“Go look into the telescope,” Her grandmother told her. “It’s an amazing view out there,”
Jane moved toward the telescope and looked through it, obtaining a good view of the abandoned prison and the lighthouse. She moved the telescope and saw the rest of the town, including the bakery.
As she continued to look through it, she felt a cold hand creep up her shoulder. Jane first assumed it was her grandmother, so she didn’t flinch until she heard someone speak.
“Are you looking for someone?”
Jane shrieked and jumped away from the telescope, her head a few inches away from the glass window behind her. An old woman, wearing a floppy dark teal hat on top of her head, and a chunky pink necklace appeared behind her. Jane’s eyes searched frantically for her grandmother, who was nowhere to be found.
“Did I startle you?” Said the woman, a look of worry on her wrinkled face. “I’m sorry young girl, I’m just staying in this house for my visit. I understand this is a tourist site for the ghost-hunters out there,”
Jane still looked rather scared, her chest heaving up and down. The woman sighed. “Were you with Beatrice Laskey?”
Beatrice Laskey was Jane’s grandmother’s full name. The fact that the woman in front of her knew her grandmother’s name made Jane calm down. But only just a bit.
“Beatrice said you were coming. We were neighbors back in the day.” Said the old woman. “Oh, did I mention that my name was Fiona?”
She stretched out her wrinkly hand to shake Jane’s. What was strange was that Fiona’s hand didn’t even feel like a real human hand—it was almost like air. The hand shake wasn’t long enough for Jane to be sure, so she dismissed it.
“Now, I’m pretty sure that your parents must be waiting for you,” Fiona’s smile grew bigger. “Maybe one day you can bring me some cake. I miss cake…”
Fiona’s dull grey eyes drifted to the floor beneath her, a look of sadness came across her face. But her cheery smile quickly returned. “Promise?”
Jane pursed her lips together. She was always distrustful when she first met someone, but she was a friend of her grandmother…
Jane told her grandmother about her conversation with Fiona once she arrived home.
“She asked you to bring her cake?” Her grandmother questioned, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah,” The young girl responded, taking a bite of her mother’s egg sandwich she had made her for breakfast. “I don’t know if I’m actually going to bring it to her, she seemed too friendly…”
Her grandmother chuckled as she tore off a piece of warm bread from a loaf nearby. “How so?”
“Well, she scared me when I was looking through a telescope nearby,” She shivered, remembering the moment. “Almost convinced me that the ghosts in the town were actually real,”
“Oh but they are, Jane,” Her grandmother nodded. “Very real,”
Jane believed that she was joking around with her; however when she looked up and saw the serious look in her grandmother’s dark brown eyes. She didn’t want to tick of her grandmother, so she kept her mouth shut.
After the tense and long silence, her grandmother cheerfully stood up from her wooden chair and walked over to her granddaughter.
“How about we start working on those cakes, then?”
It wasn’t until mid-afternoon when the cakes were done. Jane was grateful that the walk to the old house would only take a few minutes. She slid her skinny arms through the sleeves of her hoodie, and brushed her colorful hair. She contemplated getting rid of her many streaks—they were too wild for the eighteen year old. Her natural color was much more duller, however. But it was one of the only standard colors that made her feel comfortable, maybe because it matched her grandmother’s hair when she was much, much younger.
Jane twisted her hair into a high ponytail, and headed straight toward the wooden stairs outside her room. Her grandmother waited for her expectantly, a white box, usually used for deliveries, in her bony hands.
“I’m not coming along this time. The walk is too hard for me. Are you going to be alright on your own?”
Jane rolled her eyes. “I’m eighteen, of course I will be,”
She obtained the white box, and almost headed out the door before hearing her mother behind her.
“You’re making a delivery?” Jane turned around to see her mother, her thin brown hair in a tight ponytail. “Make a deposit for me, will ya?”
Her mother dropped the fifty dollar bill onto the white box, and Jane took off, advancing in the direction of the old house.
“Strawberry’s my favorite,”
Jane and Fiona sat across from each other nearby a vanity in Fiona’s room. They each took a slice, and Fiona was almost done with her own.
“I didn’t think you would come back,” Fiona said between bites. “The day before when we first talked, your face was pale the entire time,”
“That was probably because I was really scared.” Jane ate another bite of the sweet strawberry cake. “Or my makeup,”
“You shouldn’t put on that much; your face looks beautiful on its own,” The old woman contentedly took another portion of the cake.
Jane was surprised that Fiona took note of her lack of makeup. She smiled at her compliment.
“But I don’t like my pimples,” She replied. “Or my freckles,”
“Dear girl, don’t worry about that!” Fiona laughed heartily. “I had all those of things when I was young, but I got through it all,”
The young girl enjoyed Fiona’s abundance of glee, something she wished she had more of. Jane soon remembered a picture over the fireplace in the house, displaying a young smiling girl with a hat that looked exactly like Fiona’s, holding hands with a young, handsome man.
“Are you in that picture over the fireplace?” Asked Jane. “The one with the man in the boater hat?”
Fiona’s usual grin grew larger. “Yes, he was my fiancée,”
Jane noted how she only mentioned him as her fiancée, nothing more. “Did you ever get married to him?”
Fiona’s large beam faded away and was replaced with a stoic look. It didn’t last very long, the usual grin came crawling up her face again as her eyes wandered towards the white box, presumably for another serving of cake.
The rest of their meeting was in silence.
Jane threw out the empty box in a nearby dumpster on her way out. She removed the fifty dollar bill from her jeans’ pocket. If she didn’t deposit this before she proceeded home, Jane knew she wouldn’t be allowed to go even fifty feet away from the house.
Once she entered the bank and was granted access by the bank teller to go downstairs to the vault, she hesitated before heading down there. She hoped the sheriff wasn’t around, which he sometimes was, or she would be in big trouble.
She traveled down the metal steps, carefully placing one foot in front of the other. Jane squeezed her eyes shut.
“What are you so scared about, Abner?” A familiar voice echoed the minute Jane reached the final step.
That can’t be…
“Jay!” Jane yelled out. She ran towards him, and they both embraced each other. Jay was a cousin of Jane’s, they were almost like brother and sister. She had almost forgotten that he had taken the sheriff’s usual post since he gained the job as a police officer.
“Aw, Jane-y, I missed you,” Jay said once he broke away from the hug. “Came for a deposit?”
Smiling, she nodded. Jay happily opened the vault for her, followed by a dark brown dog, wagging his tail. Jane leaned over to pet the dog.
“Aw,” The dog licked her face. “What’s his name?”
“Rusty. He isn’t much company, though,” Rusty soon escaped from Jane’s touch, and ran toward a certain spot of the floor near the vault and started to growl. Jay rolled his eyes. “He keeps doing that! It’s annoying,”
Jane walked over to Rusty, curious about his growling, and soon heard a loud clanging sound. She covered her ears.
“Don’t you hear that?” She asked.
“The clanging. No wonder the dog’s scratching the floor.”
The police officer eyed at her with a concerned look. “Jane, the only sound in here is us talking and Rusty. You okay?”
Jane bit her lip and dug in her jeans’ pocket again and handed the bill to her cousin. “That’s my deposit. I-I think it’s just a headache thing,”
The sound faded away as she left the bank, but the noise was still very real in her head.
The Expedition: by Cool Smarticle (Clara Oswald) & friends
author’s note: I, Cool Smarticle, (Clara Oswald), did not write this script alone. A long time ago on a blog known as Poptropica Secrets, some of my friends and I made a script. But due to the dissemblance of the comments, it was never finished, and probably never will be. The comments are now reopened, but are being ranned a different way than before. Anyway hope you enjoy. :3
Red Lion, Fearless Owl, Brave Sky, and Sleepy Ghost
MOUNT EVEREST – DAY
DR. SNOWBALL: It is a cold day, but I am a scientist, and we are ascending Himalayan point, Mount Everest, where Hillary and Tenzing first ascended.
DR. SNOWBALL: We can’t keep up. We have to keep going.
DR. BUBBLES: Uh……? Where are we again? Mount Snowverest, what?
DR. SNOWBALL: [looks around for a map] I’m sure I packed a map this morning… [feels a squishy ball in a cone-shaped object] Hey, hey, hey, ice cream for everyone! No? Okay. Maybe later. Let’s keep on track.
DR. SNOWBALL: You there, little one, what was your name again?
DR. BUBBLES: Who, me?
[DR. SNOWBALL takes a quick stop at 4,261 feet and walks over to the youngest ascender in the team.]
DR. SNOWBALL: No, the little one! You’re bigger than the little one!
[DR. SNOWBALL heads over to the youngest one and hands him a compass.]
DR. BUBBLES: Who’s the “little one”? I’m hungry. Let’s go to McDonald’s!
DR. SNOWBALL: What’s your name again?
JR. ICECAP: JR. ICECAP, sir. And what is this thing?
DR. SNOWBALL: It’s my compass. It shows you what direction you’re facing.
JR. ICECAP: Wow, cool! Thank you, sir.
DR. BUBBLES: I SAID I’M HUNGRY!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO GO TO MCDONALD’S NOW!
[They all carry on. At 6,192 feet, a snowball lands on DR. SNOWBALL’s head.]
DR. SNOWBALL: This appears to be a snowball.
JR. ICECAP: How high are we?
DR. SNOWBALL: 6,192 feet.
JR. ICECAP: How high is Mount Snowverest or however you say it?
DR. SNOWBALL: 29,028.8 feet.
JR. ICECAP: That means we have to walk the remaining 22,836.8 feet!
JR. ICECAP: Hey, there’s a restaurant at 7,000 feet! That’s unusual.
DR. SNOWBALL: Dr. Bubbles, have no fear. If we walk another 818 miles, we’ll be at the unusual restaurant.
DR. BUBBLES: Is it McDonald’s? I swear if it isn’t, I’m going to be ticked off! I want a… uh… 10 OF EVERYTHING ON THE MENU! Wait… Is that Noodles and Company? No wait… a Chinese Restaurant?
DR. SNOWBALL: We’re at 6,916 feet. I did not mean miles.
JR. ICECAP: 84 feet to go!
DR. SNOWBALL: Getting closer by 50 feet.
[They arrive at the restaurant. It’s McDonald’s and the top of the sign and roof are covered with snow.]
DR. BUBBLES: We going to go there or what? I’m HUNGRY!
DR. BUBBLES: FINALLY, FOOD!!!!!!!
DR. SNOWBALL: This is a stop, and it looks like it’s the only restaurant on the point.
CUSTOMER: Actually, there’s a McDonald’s every 7,000 feet.
JR. ICECAP: If you said there were 29,000 feet, then there would be three.
DR. BUBBLES: We going or not? And stop ignoring me!
[The ascenders go inside.]
JR. ICECAP: Can I order a cheeseburger?
DR. SNOWBALL: Take your time, I’ve only got… [whispers] $96.
JR. ICECAP and DR. SNOWBALL: What do you want, DR. BUBBLES?
DR. BUBBLES: [screams] $96?! I’LL HAVE 10 OF EVERYTHING ON THE MENU!!!!!
DR. BUBBLES: OH YEAH!!!!
DR. SNOWBALL: I’ll order a chicken wrap.
DR. BUBBLES: Give me extra sauces for the McNuggets too!
WAITER: In that case, it’ll be $96.90.
DR. SNOWBALL: Here you are.
WAITER: Thanks. You receive 10¢ in change.
JR. ICECAP: I can’t wait to get out and enjoy my cheeseburger!
DR. SNOWBALL: Neither do I! What about you, DR. BUBBLES?
WAITER: Extra sauce is 10¢.
DR. SNOWBALL: Okay, here you go. 10¢ for the extra sauce.
DR. BUBBLES: I thought you said you only had $96? Where’d you get the 90 cents?
[The ascenders leave and eat what they got during ascending time.]
DR. SNOWBALL: I’m broke!
JR. ICECAP: Sorry.
DR. SNOWBALL: Never mind. We’ll find more money.
JR. ICECAP: We’re 7,009 feet. [Slides back down to 6,318 feet and goes back up to 7,009 feet, ready for them all to continue.]
DR. BUBBLES: You had extra change? You said $96, NOT 97.
DR. SNOWBALL: I found the 90¢ at 6,318 feet.
DR. BUBBLES: No. You just didn’t want me to order another soda.
JR. ICECAP: This yummy cheeseburger – onions, tomatoes, lettuce and cheese on sesame seed buns!
DR. SNOWBALL: I got a Choc Swirl Frappe. Ice cream and chocolate with small pieces of ice on top!
[JR. ICECAP bites his cheeseburger and DR. SNOWBALL takes a sip of his Frappe.]
DR. SNOWBALL: Gonna eat, DR. BUBBLES? Do you know what to start with?
[Soon, the power of McDonald’s goes out and they try to fix the back-up generator. Then, when the power went back on, everything went like crazy! The ice cream machine, the chip machine, the refill machine, everything!
That didn’t worry the ascenders who kept on ascending.
At 8,901 feet, Dr. Snowball and Jr. Icecap have already just finished their meals. It was too cold for them to eat one bite after another, so they took small bites.]
JR. ICECAP: DR. BUBBLES? What are you eating now?
DR. BUBBLES: Oh, I’ll eat alright.
[At 10,000 feet, a snowball landed on Jr. Icecap’s head, caused by a woman.]
WOMAN: Sorry, I love dropping snowballs!
DR. SNOWBALL: I have a good idea, let’s roll a snowball up to the top, no matter how big it gets.
JR. ICECAP: Dr. Bubbles? [snaps fingers] Are you frozen by the cool?
JR. ICECAP: What’s the time?
DR. SNOWBALL: Good scientists always tell the time and have watches. It’s 7:01 a.m.
JR. ICECAP: Don’t tell me we left early in the morning?
DR. SNOWBALL: We did, not surprisingly.
JR. ICECAP: Perhaps we should keep going and see what food DR. BUBBLES is eating now. DR BUBBLES? [snaps fingers three times] Snapping fingers thrice always gets another to listen.
DR. BUBBLES: [Swallows a ton of food] What? [shoves more food in her mouth] No, it’s 10:06 p.m.
[At 12,501 feet, they spotted a shining gem.]
DR. BUBBLES: [gasps] It’s a……
DR. BUBBLES: How did…… There’s no way… It’s a… a…
JR. ICECAP: Whoa! An emerald! My favourite gem!
DR. SNOWBALL: Have a close look at the colour.
JR. ICECAP: It’s not emerald, it’s blue. [groans]
DR. SNOWBALL: What sort of blue?
JR. ICECAP: Ruby?
DR. SNOWBALL: Ruby’s the red ones.
JR. ICECAP: Amethyst?
DR. SNOWBALL: Amethysts are purple.
JR. ICECAP: SAPPHIRE!
DR. SNOWBALL: Yes, it’s sapphire!
DR. BUBBLES: No it isn’t! It’s an emerald alright. But not an ordinary emerald… Believe me. I know what this is. And it’s not a sapphire.
JR. ICECAP: I know what kind of gem this is… It’s the Glowing Emerald! I have a book of gems that I highlight – “The Glowing Emerald is lucky to be found – by anyone. The first Glowing Emerald was made out of glow sticks and green card on May 16, 1902 by…” I can’t read who made it! The text is blurry! But this is unusual. I need a candle.
DR. SNOWBALL: I have a candle made out of 100% pure wax. Take your time, I only have a few matches.
DR. BUBBLES: Close my friend, very close. It’s a………… Chaos Emerald! There are only 7 in the world! Oh wait…? Is it?
DR. BUBBLES: Hmm… I think it is a chaos emerald…? Right?
[DR. SNOWBALL hands a candle on a plate to JR. ICECAP. The light effects, but doesn’t absorb.]
JR. ICECAP: It’s not very well absorbent. I need a BLUE candle! And I know where I can find blue flames! At 13,000 feet! I’ve ascended Everest 11 times with no problems!
DR. BUBBLES: DR. FIRE, what do you think? Is it a Chaos Emerald or a Glowing Emerald?
DR. FIRE: Hmm, I think it’s a Chaos Emerald.
DR. BUBBLES: I think I see a chamber up ahead? Or do I need my glasses?
DR. FIRE: I see the chamber too, but you still need glasses! 😄
DR. BUBBLES: I heard that in these chambers, there might be 3 different types of colored fire: Red, green, and blue. Should we have a look?
DR. FIRE: Yes, yes we should!
[They keep going to the blue flames that JR. ICECAP was talking about. They bring the Emerald along with them.]
JR. ICECAP: The creators of the emerald were… the Greeks?!
DR. BUBBLES: DR. SNOWBALL, JR. ICECAP, are you guys listening to me? DR. FIRE is. The Greeks? I dunno…? Chaos…?
DR. FIRE: I think it could be the Mayans?
JR. ICECAP: The Glowing Emerald was created by the Romans in 100 BC. This is the Chaos Emerald. Oh, look, a sign! “McDonalds – 1,000 feet up.”
DR. FIRE: Now I want some chicken nuggets.
DR. SNOWBALL: We should look at the chamber. There’s an entry ladder that takes you back down 500 feet.
DR. FIRE: B-but what about McDonald’s?
DR. BUBBLES: We just went to McDonald’s! Let’s have a look, shall we?
DR. FIRE: Fine, let’s go to the stupid chamber.
[Everyone explores the chamber.]
DR. SNOWBALL: There are signs everywhere! [spots a sign saying “Red Flames – left”]
Hey, everyone! Red flames!
DR. SNOWBALL (to Dr. Fire): We’ll go after we explore the chamber. There are signs and maps on the walls, so it’s easy to navigate through. And, there are original-coloured candles on the walls!
DR. FIRE: YAYYAYYYYYYAYAY!
JR. ICECAP: GAHHH! DEAD END!
DR. SNOWBALL: Hmm. Green flames are to the right. And there’s a secret door!
[Everyone rushes to the door and notices something…]
DR. BUBBLES: I thought we were looking for the blue fire…? Hmm… I’m curious.
DR. FIRE: Can we go to McDonald’s now?
JR. ICECAP: This is not any ordinary chamber. It’s the underground catacombs! And there’s a blockage about the door. “To open, you must insert a red flame, a blue flame and a green flame, and you will get a chance to see what is inside.”
DR. FIRE: Where are we gonna get flames?
[JR. ICECAP rushes to find one of each colour, inserts, then sees what’s inside.]
JR. ICECAP: No way! It’s the largest Chaos Emerald of them all.
JR. ICECAP: I can’t believe it! Have a look, DR. BUBBLES!
DR.FIRE: NO WAY SISTA, or brother……
JR. ICECAP: DR. BUBBLES? Everyone? Looking?
JR. ICECAP: I packed my camera. [gets it out, turns it on, snaps a photograph]
DR. SNOWBALL: Can I see the picture?
JR. ICECAP: [closes the hidden room] Seen the photo, everyone?
DR. FIRE: Yeah.
[Everyone leaves the chamber, ascending 500 feet. At 1392 feet, JR. ICECAP spots in the distance, a McDonald’s restaurant.]
DR. FIRE: YES. FINALLY!!!!!!!
JR. ICECAP: You guys hungry? I found $18 in the chamber. We’re 8 feet away from the closest McDonald’s.
DR. FIRE: [stares in awe at the McDonald’s, then runs all the way to McDonald’s]
DR. FIRE: Are you guys coming?
DR. SNOWBALL: You found money in that creepy chamber? Good, ’cause I don’t want anything. I was full from the Frappe!
JR. ICECAP: We’ve been ascending for 1 hour and 38 minutes now, and it’s already 8:47 in the morning!
DR. SNOWBALL: How do you know? You don’t have a watch like me.
JR. ICECAP: Sir, I have a smart in my brain that says, “TIME TELLING”!
DR. SNOWBALL: I had a smart in my brain that said, “HUNGRY” but now I don’t!
JR. ICECAP: I’ll get a Strawberry Thickshake. DR. BUBBLES? DR. FIRE?
DR. FIRE: I want a 10-piece chicken nuggets Kid’s Meal with fries and a blueberry pomegranate smoothie, and don’t forget the toy!
DR. SNOWBALL: I’ll get something.
JR. ICECAP: Have your own money if you want anything.
DR. SNOWBALL: How rude!
JR. ICECAP: Do I have to make you descend 1,000 feet?
DR. SNOWBALL: No.
JR. ICECAP: GOOD, ‘CAUSE I WASN’T GOING TO!
DR. SNOWBALL: Oh, what’s this? I must be seeing things. [rubs eyes] What? Nothing changed.
JR. ICECAP: Okay, DR. FIRE. Not unless you have your own cash. I have… [whispering] $18.
DR. SNOWBALL: Somebody heard that. [pointing to a Poptropican with overgrown blonde hair]
JR. ICECAP: Uh-oh. BLONDIE ALERT! [dropping some cash, dashing out, runs back down to 13,512 feet, ascends 41 feet for safety and another 41 feet]
BLONDIE: What is this? Dropped money?
DR. SNOWBALL: Don’t put your hands on those coins and banknotes, you blondie!
DR. FIRE: Guys?
DR. FIRE: B-But my chicken nuggets! [Goes back to pay for the chicken nuggets]
JR. ICECAP ascends back up and reaches McDonald’s.
DR. SNOWBALL: It can’t be the Chaos Emerald. I wonder what it is.
DR. FIRE: It looks kinda red; maybe it’s a ruby?
JR. ICECAP: It’s the Amethyst Ace! “The Amethyst Ace is the most popular Amethyst gem in the world. It is 11 meters long and 14 meters wide. It was built by the Jews in AD 51.”
DR. FIRE: Wow, it’s huge.
DR. FIRE: Hello?
JR. ICECAP: A Jewish gem! The Amethyst Ace is made of red and blue flames mixed together to make purple flames – [gasps] The Purple Ring of Fire is at 17,500 feet – and purple card.
DR. SNOWBALL: [gasps] We lost – [gasps] Dr. Bubbles!
JR. ICECAP: My senses tell me she’s descended. She’s at 14,066 miles.
DR. BUBBLES: The largest! Impossible! The Master Emerald should be on Angel Mountain!
CONTINUE – MOUNT EVEREST – MORNING
DR. SNOWBALL: Hey, look, another gem! [looks at his reflection on the gem like a mirror]
JR. ICECAP: This one looks… [taps it] …cold at an accurate temperature of… -61°F!
DR. BUBBLES: DR. FIRE? You coming?
JR. ICECAP: DR. BUBBLES, come see the gem we discovered! It’s not a Chaos Emerald because of its colour. It’s a white gem this time!
JR. ICECAP: What is the name of this gem? And why’s it shaped like a diamond? Let’s see if my book can help. “White gems – page 67.” [flicks to page 67 and gazes at the White Gem Index] “White Diamond Novelty Ultra-Classic Gem – page 71.”
DR. BUBBLES: You’re right! If it was a Chaos Emerald, this one would be clear! And it would glow while being exposed to this one! It’s cloudy… Hmm… A Sol Emerald? It’s shaped differently too…? What’s the shape of the other one?
JR. ICECAP: It says here,
“The White Diamond Novelty Ultra-Classic Gem.
Size – 6m in length, 8m in width
Temperature: Up to -61 degrees Fahrenheit
Designers: Jewish Scientists
DR. BUBBLES: I think I might have come to a conclusion about the gems too soon.
DR. BUBBLES: Never mind. Carry on!
JR. ICECAP: That’s what the book says. I don’t know its actual temperature. Wait!
“Actual Temperatures – White Diamond Novelty Ultra-Classic Gem.
Surface Temperature: -61 degrees Fahrenheit
Internal Temperature: -92 degrees Fahrenheit
Be careful, the gem is valuable!”
DR. BUBBLES: OOOOOO! Give me it!!!!
DR. SNOWBALL: We have lost contact with DR. FIRE.
JR. ICECAP: Where could she be?
DR. SNOWBALL: Right behind us.
JR. ICECAP: You call that “lost contact”? [spots DR. FIRE frozen] We’d better thaw her out! Oh, the poor scientist!
DR. SNOWBALL: Bring her along, we’ll carry her up. Anyway, I thought I might have seen a… polar bear.
JR. ICECAP: I can blend its poo and make it into a rich chocolate spread!
[JR. ICECAP drags the frozen scientist all the way up to the top.
At 19,725 feet, they spot a spooky pink glow leading to a chamber.]
DR. BUBBLES: JR. ICECAP, you’re disgusting. Don’t go near that bear.
DR. SNOWBALL, I am not going to carry her… although she was a good friend… How did this happen?!
[Still carrying the gem, they examine it, falling into the chamber without taking the ladder because this one doesn’t have an entry ladder.]
DR. SNOWBALL: THE PEARL GEM CHAMBER! Home to some of my survivalist friends – DR. PINK, JR. PEARL and SURVIVALIST GEM! How are you all surviving?
DR. PINK: Berry Delicious Smoothies, bottled water, canned soup, and boxed pizzas.
JR. PEARL: I’m surviving on pizza, croissants, tacos, and German cakes.
SURVIVALIST GEM: I am surviving on pasta, caramels, pizza, swiss rolls, lamingtons, and the assistance of my shadow puppet, Señor Hombre.
JR. ICECAP: I wonder how long it will be until all the Spanish gets annoying. Although, “Señor Hombre” is Spanish for “Mister Man”.
DR. BUBBLES: There’s food? DR. FIRE can eat now! Er… after we thaw her out, of course.
SURVIVALIST GEM: 8)
[DR. SNOWBALL and JR. ICECAP attempt to thaw the scientist out. Finally, she is thawed out and she grabs a taco and fills it with meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, taco sauce and sour cream, plus a few corn chips.]
DR. BUBBLES: I want a taco!
DR. SNOWBALL: Have you got any pepperoni pizzas, there, DR. PINK?
DR. PINK: I have plenty of pepperoni.
JR. PEARL: Friend, if you need tacos, I have plenty. Also, I have these ingredients: meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, sour cream, corn chips, and taco sauce. Preparing taco shell…
DR. BUBBLES: Okay! I’ll have that and a pizza!
DR. BUBBLES: I’ll have everything on my taco please!
DR. BUBBLES: Pepperoni please! Too bad DR. FIRE isn’t eating. You feeling well?
JR. PEARL: Decided what you want on it?
DR. BUBBLES: Yes, everything please! And I want a pepperoni pizza too! Do you have any Pepsi? Or an Icee?
DR. BUBBLES: Hmm… You guys hear something?
[A few minutes later, everyone was eating. Then it was time to leave and continue ascending. At 20,900 feet, they spot another restaurant in the distance.]
DR. SNOWBALL: No restaurant. Maybe later. I’m full.
JR. ICECAP: I’m already eating, so I can’t be bothered.
?: Tee – hee!
DR. BUBBLES: I heard it again.
DR. SNOWBALL: Before we left, DR. BUBBLES, JR. PEARL gave you a thank-you drink.
DR. BUBBLES: Aww. How nice of him!
[It was a nice cool drink of Pepsi.
23,910 feet, they spotted another gem.]
JR. ICECAP: I love stopping at gems! What kind is this one? It’s huge, round and black!
DR. BUBBLES: Round and black? I have no idea……? Is it just me or is there something like a spirit moving inside of that thing?
DR. BUBBLES: Guys! Do you hear that noise?!
JR. ICECAP: I hear that noise. It’s the Colour Combination Virus! It’s black and turns everything to black when landing on that item!
DR. SKY: What’s the name of the black gem?
DR. BUBBLES: Hmm…? Mysterious looking gem? What is it, JR. ICECAP?
DR. BUBBLES: JR. ICECAP? Where are you? And where’s DR. SNOWBALL?
DR. SKY: Wait, where is JR. ICECAP? Where’s DR. SNOWBALL?
DR. BUBBLES: We just had tacos! And pizza! I still have some soda left! How can you be hungry?! Are you a robot?
DR. BUBBLES: I just said that! JR. ICECAP! DR. SNOWBALL! Where the heck are you guys?!
DR. FIRE: JR. ICECAP is not here. Where did he go?
DR. SNOWBALL: Is someone in the bushes?
DR. FIRE: [grabs soda] Yummy!!!
DR. BUBBLES: Meh. Maybe it was the wind. Where are they?! At a fiesta?
DR. FIRE: This is very suspicious. Hmm… Maybe we left them back at the restaurant place?
DR. BUBBLES: What are ya doin’ with my soda?
DR.SKY: [Freezes in place(but not literally!)]
DR. BUBBLES: [tackles DR. FIRE]
[both roll downhill]
DR. FIRE: NUUU IM HUNGRY!!!
Fine then! You can have the soda!
DR. SKY: [goes after the two]
DR. FIRE: [Calls Jimmy John’s] Hello Jimmy John’s, I’d like a BLT with some sprite. Thank you, bye.
[A Poptropican enters the room. She is… Well, long story short, she’s me in a labcoat and holding a scanner.]
???: Nope. Not a robot. Though I’m sure you said that in jest, the only strange thing in this room is that gem.
[DR. BUBBLES and DR. FIRE scream]
DR. BUBBLES: Too late!
???: Aaand they’re gone. [leaves room to follow the others]
DR. BUBBLES: We’re falling down!!!!!!!
[Soda falls into a bottomless pit]
DR. SKY: aHHHHtyulkvcdfgvbhnjAHHHYuUHKjigfygAHHH [passes out]
DR. FIRE: NOOOO! MY JIMMY JOHN’S!!! Thanks a lot, DR. BUBBLES [DR. BUBBLES doesn’t wake up] DR. BUBBLES..? Okay so you’re either unconscious or dead……OH NO, YOU’RE DEAD…or passed out…
DR. SKY: [runs over to DR. FIRE and DR. BUBBLES] GUYS! GUYS! ARE YOU OKAY?!
DR. FIRE: I-I think DR. BUBBLES is dead…
DR. FIRE: DR. SKY, I’m scared…
???: [looking into the pit, shouting] Anyone down there? Can you hear me?
DR. SKY: NO! This can’t be! [finds grappling hook near edge of cliff, dangles hook over edge of cliff] DR. FIRE, carry DR. BUBBLES and hold on to the rope while I try to pull you up.
DR. FIRE: [carrying DR. BUBBLES, bawling] I NEVER GOT MY JIMMY JOHN’S!!!! WAAAA!!!
DR. SKY: Your Jimmy John’s don’t matter at the moment. DR. BUBBLES is either dead or unconscious. This is a matter of life and death. [checks for pulse]
DR. FIRE: [sips Dr. Pepper] Well, at least I got the soda…
???: Anything I can do to help?
DR. SKY: There’s no breath, no pulse… [give Dr. Bubbles CPR]
[Dr. Bubbles chokes on her saliva]
DR. FIRE: YAY, SHE’S BACK!!!!
DR. BUBBLES: What the heck am I doing? And where am I?
DR. BUBBLES: Hmm….? Wasn’t I with you guys all along? What’s going on here? o.O
DR. BUBBLES: ANSWER THE QUESTION! WHERE AM I?!?!?!?!?!???!?!? T_T
DR. FIRE: You were unconscious and DR. SKY pulled us out of the bottomless pit.
DR. BUBBLES: Hmm…? Are you a robot? You there, please examine this “DR. FIRE.”
DR. SKY: Yay! She’s alive!
DR. BUBBLES: That’s right! Where the heck is my soda? I want it now!
DR. BUBBLES: GIVE ME MY SODA, YOU THIEF!
DR. FIRE: NO I AM NOT A ROBOT, I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND ………
SG: KNEW IT WAS GOOD!!!… [cricket noises*… well, that was awkward.
DR. BUBBLES: Whaddaya mean?! I want my soda and I want it right NOW! T_T
DR. BUBBLES: Who the heck are you?
DR. FIRE: I’m your best friend! Remember me? Oh, and I drank your soda.
DR. BUBBLES: Where the heck are DR. SNOWBALL and JR. ICECAP? Did they fall? Abandon us?
DR. FIRE: We left them at the cave place…
DR. BUBBLES: DR. SKY, do you approve of DR. FIRE’s behavior?
[All of the people hear footsteps coming behind them. They are not sure what it is.]
DR. SKY: We must’ve left them at McDonalds!
DR. BUBBLES: Whaddaya mean we left them?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!
DR.FIRE: I’ma go watch Full House on my phone now…
DR. BUBBLES: What was that?
[All of the doctors and people hear footsteps coming behind them. They are not sure what it is.]
DR. FIRE: MUMMY COME SAVE ME!!!!
DR. BUBBLES: No time DR. FIRE, I hear something… someone’s coming. Quick, hide!
SG: No, I’m just kidding with you, I’m not evil.
DR. BUBBLES: [whispers] Quick, hide! And keep quiet!
DR. FIRE: [Hides face behind hands] They’ll never find me here!!!
DR. SKY: DR. SNOWBALL and JR. ICECAP. They are either in the cave or McDonald’s. How many feet are we anyway?
DR. BUBBLES: Dang! We were caught. Who are you?
???: [consults scanner] Right. Dr. Fire here is not a robot. However, Dr. Bubbles might have amnesia from the fall. I’m not an expert though. I’m Lone Owl, by the way.
SG: [walks in their direction] Ugh! I swear I heard voices.
SG: Ummmm, well, right now, lost. Call me SG.
DR. BUBBLES: I dunno! DR. SNOWBALL and JR. ICECAP know that! They have the book!
DR. FIRE: See, I TOLD you! I’m not a robot!
DR. BUBBLES: “Lone Owl.” I think I’ve heard of you before……? And SG, you are lost? Where are you heading?
SG: Hello? I hear you! What’s this about robots now?
DR. BUBBLES: DR. FIRE, you need to calm down. The heat is getting to your head.
SG: Well, I was with a group of people, but I don’t quite remember their names…
DR. BUBBLES: Wait!
EVERYONE IN UNISON: What?
DR. BUBBLES: I remember JR. ICECAP and DR. SNOWBALL talking about this! Mayans!
DR. BUBBLES: Are you a Mayan?
SG: Umm I don’t quite remember anything. Wait, where are we again?
LONE OWL: What about the Mayans? And, DR. BUBBLES, you must travel in some interesting circles…
SG: Wait, your name is Lone Owl? Do I remember you from someplace?
DR. FIRE: [Hears footsteps] I think I he- [falls backwards]
DR. FIRE: Okay, who pushed me?!
LONE OWL: Well, who are you, SG?
DR. BUBBLES: Mt. Everest, SG.
LONE OWL, I dunno. I just remember him saying something about them.
DR. FIRE: Was it you, DR. BUBBLES?! I knew it!
SG: I don’t remember. I only got SG from these initials on my bracelet. See?
DR. BUBBLES: DR. FIRE, what are you talking about? SG, may I see?
LONE OWL: You can call me “Owl.” And SG… You seem vaguely familiar as well.
SG: Sure. [hands over bracelet]
DR. BUBBLES: I did not push you!
DR. FIRE: Someone pushed me. If it wasn’t you, who was it?
DR. BUBBLES: Hmm…? Ahh!
DR. BUBBLES: DR. FIRE, be quiet. I’m thinking……
SG: [stumbles] WHO JUST PUSHED ME? I swear, someone just pushed me.
DR. BUBBLES: What? DR. FIRE! How dare you!
LONE OWL: No one was even near you… No one visible, at least. [casts furtive glance at scanner]
DR. BUBBLES: [trips] What the heck? Who dare touch me?
SG: Anyone else feel like there is something they don’t know, or is it just me?
DR. BUBBLES: DR. FIRE! SG! Stop playing games with me!
DR. BUBBLES: [feels deep heavy breath on shoulder]
DR. BUBBLES: What the heck?! Don’t breathe on me! Stop playing games!
DR. FIRE: IT’S NOT ME!
DR. BUBBLES: SG! Come on! What’s wrong with you guys?! Get a grip.
DR. FIRE: [feels sharp pain] OWWWW!!! Who did that?!
SG: It’s not me either, I swear!!!
DR. BUBBLES: Okay, I’m jumping! Geronimo!
SG: Who did wha- [Falls over and it appears that there is a cut in her side]
DR. BUBBLES: Catch me if you can!
DR. FIRE: [jumps off cliff] We’re all gonna die!!!
DR. BUBBLES: You guys gonna jump? Or sit there like ducks? I dunno. Maybe you’ll lay an egg!
DR. BUBBLES: Never mind! I’m long gone! LONE OWL! Give me the device.
LONE OWL: [falls on the floor and scanner flies out of hand] What the-?
DR. BUBBLES: [grabs scanner] Got it!
SG: [squirms a little]
DR. BUBBLES: Tee-hee. I’ll just tinker with it a little and take this wire out- [sparks flash]
SG: WAIT! What is this scanner thing?
DR. BUBBLES: I dunno. Ask LONE OWL. [mumbling] And just cut this wire, trim this one…
DR. BUBBLES: [voice fades away]
LONE OWL: [gets up] Okay. Something weird’s definitely going on. What are you doing to my scanner?
DR. BUBBLES: Um…? [freezes in place and falls to the floor]
SG: [stands up but something isn’t right. Has a big cut in her side that’s bleeding]
DR. BUBBLES: [groans then tries but barely opens her eyes. Notices SG’s huge cut, passes out.]
SG: BUBBLES, it’s me, SLEEPY GHOST.
SG: Hi OWL, haven’t seen you in a while.
SG: I bet you don’t recognize me now, OWL. What are you doing with that scanner again? And BUBBLES, you don’t even know me.
DR. BUBBLES: …
DR. BUBBLES: …..
SG: Yes, you heard me right. Where are your other friends, BUBBLES? And why does it smell like Dr. Pepper?
SG: Oh, you know I’m not really SLEEPY GHOST, just a spirit perhaps that somehow made it into her body.
DR. BUBBLES: …… [silence]
SG: [eyes flash red]
DR. BUBBLES: [blinks and struggles to get up] Dafuq? You okay? And your arm-
SG: Ha, my arm? What do you think happened?
SG: Where is the scanner?
LONE OWL: You again! I spent my entire life searching for you, anything like you, any shred of evidence to prove that you had ever been more than a fabrication of my mind – and here you are, messing with these scientists who will never believe your existence. Touché. But this needs to stop.
SG: Ha, why do you say that, OWL? [eyes flash red. SG suddenly collapses and doesn’t know anything of what just happened. Then, DR. BUBBLES collapses.]
[DR. BUBBLES stands up, now eyes flashing a violent blood red. SG slumps down on the ground motionless.]
Check out this neat little Poptropica trick!
Game Show Island electric fan glitch: by Cuddly Knuckle
- Go to your inventory on Game Show Island and equip the electric fan.
- Go back to your inventory, click on “Store Items” and customize a handheld item from any costume in your store items.
- Go back to your game. You can now use the handheld item you customized as the electric fan.
Check out these pop culture characters Poptropicanized by fashionista Cool Smarticle!
Rose Tyler (from Doctor Who): designed by Cool Smarticle aka Clara Oswald
- Bangs: Buy Vampire Girl 3 from the Poptropica store
- Hair, Earrings, & Lips: Buy Pop star from the Poptropica store
- Shirt: You can customize it from any Poptropican
- Pants: You can customize it from any Poptropican
- Jacket: You can customize it from any Poptropican, or friend “Ooolala13″ without the quotes.
- Skin: Skin color
- Hair: Color a light Blonde
Amy Pond (from Doctor Who): designed by Cool Smarticle aka Clara Oswald
- Bangs & Hair: Buy Vampire Girl 3 from the Poptropica store
- Lips: Buy Fairy Queen from the Poptropica Store
- Shirt: Came from the Costume Store in the mall on Night Watch Island
- Skirt: You can customize it from any Poptropican
- Jacket: Buy Biker from the Poptropica Store
- Skin: Skin color
- Hair: Color ginger
- Freckles: Customize from any Poptropican
Clara Oswald (from Doctor Who): designed by Cool Smarticle aka Clara Oswald
- Bangs & Hair: Buy Vampire Girl 3 from the Poptropica store
- Lips: Buy Fairy Queen from the Poptropica Store
- Shirt: Came from an ad, but you can customize it from any Poptropican
- Skirt: Came from an ad, but you can customize it from any Poptropican
- Vest: Customize from someone on Cryptids Island
- Skin: Skin color
- Hair: Color a dark brown
Nimue aka Amy Rose, the Lady of the Lake (from Sonic the Hedgehog): designed by Cool Smarticle aka Clara Oswald
- Hair: Buy Vampire Girl 2 from the Poptropica Store
- Bangs: Buy Vampire Girl 3 from the Poptropica Store
- Dress & Necklace: But Southern Belle from the Poptropica Store
- Cape, Side Circles, & Belt: Customize from a Poptropican on Astro Knights Island
- Skin: Skin color
- Hair: Color Pink
Pretty Pink-and-Purple Schoolgirl: designed by Muddy Kid
- Pink Basketball Jersey/black shorts (for gym aka P.E. class): Signup or Randomizing
- Purple Glasses (for studying): Gamer Girl (Poptropica Store)
- Headphones: Boy listening to MP3 (Lunar Colony Island)
- Backpack: Randomizing your character
- Skirt: Grass skirt (Shark Tooth Island)
- Necklace: Hip Hop (Reality TV Island)
- Mic (Optional): Pop Star (Poptropica Store)
Check out the creativity of these Poptropica artists!
Son of Magistrate: by Slanted Fish
Henry Flatbottom of Ghost Story Island (with his lovely bowler hat) + Zeus’s Golden Apple from Mythology Island = Rene Magritte’s Son of Man painting comes to life on Poptropica.
★Northern Downpour (Panic! at the Disco): by nearlycalums yo
★Portrait of Slanted Fish: by Captain Spencer
★Meddling Mademoiselle (from Mystery Train Island): by Brave Tomato (1313cookie)
★The PHB Crew: by Brave Tomato (1313cookie)
Poptropica Help Blog’s Ice Bucket Challenge: by Slanted Fish
Blake, Brave Tomato, Spotted Dragon, Slanted Fish, HPuterpop, Samwow5, and Fuzzy-B take on the ice — the cold doesn’t bother us anyway!
SD accepts the challenge: by Spotted Dragon
HP accepts the challenge: by HPuterpop
Cuddly Knuckle does the ALS ice bucket challenge: by Cuddly Knuckle
★Spencer does the ALS challenge: by Captain Spencer
Don’t Need Chameleon Suit: by Muddy Kid
★Blue Dr. Hare icon: by technocrazy14
★Past and Present (Dr. Hare): by technocrazy14
Ice Cream to Celebrate: by PannyFlan/Lanalps/Shifty Peanut
★Resistance is Futile: by LeVeuveNoireISBACK
“You have already dragged yourself within my grasp. In life, you may love one another, but at some point sooner or later, it’s all every man for himself in this world. Let go of your strong emotions. They are only weakening you. If you want to be king of the universe, there is no room for feelings. How will you rule if you’re brought down by the guilt and regret that has haunted you your entire life? They’ve never truly cared for you the way you’ve cared for them. The ones who have truly cared are gone. They’re either killed by THEM, or are trapped within the void. Release yourself from all of this burden and only let it all go. Your heart is the only thing making you weak. Replace the never-ending sorrow with a never ending anger and thirst for vengeance.
Do not even try to struggle free, for you are now isolated. You’d be foolish to try to break free.”
Cryptids Island isn’t scary at all (rage comic): by Mashimai
Take a look at our main magazines page for more information about the PHB’s POPCORN magazine issues and learn how you can submit an entry too! Thanks for reading! 🙂