I am from India and NG is banned here for me. But I am able to access NG by accessing my profile page. Since it starts with my profile name instead of www, I think it somehow beats the restriction my IP has put.

This method has like a time limit, after which the site doesn't work. When this happens I go back to my profile page to get the site working again.

Try and see if it works for you.

Thanks for the critic @peaceblossom. Yeah it kind of got complex trying to add in the science stuff to the story. Hopefully it wasn't too much of a bother to read.

I still have not gotten to reading other stories, from your comments I see that a lot of good stories have been posted. Eager to read them all.

The Paper Boy Who Broke Time [Part 2] - by Survesh

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I woke up to the sound of thunder splitting the sky and rain hitting me hard on my face like small pellets of paintball. 

"So boy how did the big bang feel like?" asked the professor grinning through the heavy rain.

"Whaaa..?" is all I could manage. 

Apparently while I was having the panic attack of my life dying in space during a time period without earth, the professor had been busy fixing the exponential time decay with that big machine of hers. She helped me get up, and told me that everything was going to be ok. She explained to me that the big engine that she was hooked to was a time machine and that was used to experiment with time. When I had poked her with the wet newspaper roll earlier, she had been working on a very sensitive time experiment and the water from the newspaper had interfered with the machine's electric currents. That had caused a break in time, causing time unstability which it was trying to rectify with exponential decay towards stability. Simply put, time was trying to fix itself, from the break I had caused and every thing in the universe, including the universe itself, started travelling across time, at different rates. The professor then unplugged herself from the machine, took her newspaper and went to her appartment. Or atleast what was left of it. Mrs. Mario's dog followed behind her. 

Life was not the same after that incident. A lot of damage had been done. Our solar system got mangled and displaced in weird ways during the time travel and was now in a different part of the universe. Moon was destroyed and parts of it were now on earth. On earth, almost everything that was built once were destroyed in a way or the other. The professor had managed to save every living being on earth, but she could'nt undo the damage that was done. Most people could'nt even process what had happened. The prevalent theory was that humongous meteors had hit our solar system and caused the moon to land on earth and had caused the other damages. Since the science equipments were mostly destroyed and most forms of communication were not in existense, these wild rumors kept the people sane. Newspapers were still being printed, and my evil supervisor still whoops my ass when I turn up late for the pick ups. I better hurry up..!

The End

The Paper Boy Who Broke Time [Part 1] - by Survesh

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The rain was pouring down and it was 3:30 in the morning. My job was to deliver 50 sets of newspaper by 6:00 AM and if I didn't get up now, I was going to be so late and my supervisor was not going to be happy. The probability of getting canned was high. But all I could think of was the warm comfort of my bedsheets, I was in a trans like state. I closed my eyes and opened them, an hour had passed away. I got up from the floor, I didn't make my bed, got out to the toilet washed my face and my mouth in the ever so freezing water. Adjusted my tangled curly hair with a bit of water in front of the small plastic cabinet mirror. Locked my door, jumped down the flights of appartment stairs one set a time and ran. I ran to the main road, where the paper load gets dumped by the lorries in bundles. As if things like early morning stomach ache and itchy mud caked rain feet were not making my day worse, my stress reached a record breaking high when I saw that everybody had left for their daily routes and my batch was the only one left along with an angry thin man who was sucking his bidi like it was my soul, standing away from the pouring rain under the shade of a supermarket's roof. Oh dear god, please let him be in a good mood, as all I could do now was pray. I really did not fancy my ears being twisted or getting slapped in the face too early in the morning. Silently went near him, took the newspaper bundle covered in plastic sheet, I dared to take a slight peek of his ghastly horrific face and made a run for it. No words. Good Gods.

Alright the time's 5'O clock, I've got another hour and fifty houses to go to. Not a bad day to set a paper delivering time record. I just had to be carefull not to drop the newspapers in the possibly deadly may be electrified, swampy rain water puddles filling the crooked holes in the tar roads of my city. I started opening and closing the grill gates to the houses that I was delivering to as fast as I can, despite the rusty condition some where in. I couldn't throw the newspapers across the gates as they were not bound by string and would scatter all over the floor and if you combine that with rain and mud, the result was not a bright one. AB Crest was my last destination. It was one of those tall appartments with lots of houses. Tall house meant lots of stairs. As I was climbing up the stairs I saw a neat tower of unattended newpapers. It was the fifth floor. Fifth floor was occupied by the professor. Genius, mostly self kept, very possibly a living and breathing fire hazard hated by everyone. But pays the check right on time every month. 

The professor had a reputation for being adventurous, often there would be explosions, sooty smoke, glowing lights and industrial noise coming out from the small gaps between the closed wooden door of the apartment and its frame. And a tendency to go on these week long experiments, without bathing, food or sleep. So newspaper piling on was not a new thing. But a loud shriek coming from inside the appartment was not. I knocked on the door, "Professor, are you in there?". No answer. I tried the door handle, the door was unlocked. I stepped in a dark room lighted by the huge well of a tank, supposedly an engine of sorts, in the middle of the room. A huge wave of hot air escaped out of the door that I had just opened. The cold, rain drenched clothes that I was wearing and the hot air in the room were not doing any good for the dozens of morning knotts that were forming in my stomach. Fighting the splitting head ache that was just starting to bloom, I searched for the white coated, forest haired professor. She sat there on a wooden stool, looking almost dead like a mummy hooked up to a lot of wires, they were sticking out from her head, hand, chest, nose and ears. I took big steps, being carefull not to trip on the thick wires that were all over the room, connected to that big engine.

This is what happened next, I poked the professor with the wet newspaper paper roll to see if she would regain conciousness. The moment it touched her, there was this gigantic thunder that split the sky, lighting the whole room, with the brightest light, at that moment I could see everything clearly in that room and her eyes opened and she started screaming out loud. I nearly died of fright, I too started screaming my ears off.

"Franklin's Spectacle, what have you done boy?" the professor asked, irritated and worried at the same time.

I just stood there, starring at her. The knots in my stomach turned into a boulder and fell down deep pulling my chest with it.

I started stammering, and managed to say that "I wanted to check if you were doing all right, you looked really bad".

"Do you even understand the gravity of the situation, boy?" She said worried.

Then we started to fall. Yes, you heard me correctly, we fell down as if there was no floor. I looked around, there was no rain, the building AB Crest had disappeared and worst of all the atmosphere around us was flickering. Sky, ground and the space that we were falling down in were flickering like a bad video game. 

"What is happening?" I screamed, flapping my arms, trying to brace my self from the fall. 

"It appears that we are experiencing time decay. Things should stabilize in about five seconds." said the professor calmly.

"Oh ok, I am hallucinating." I asked her.

"Its very real boy, we are travelling through time at an exponentially decaying rate." She replied, still calmly. 

Even though I could only understand the words time travel from that, her calmness gave me some confidence. We stopped falling, we hit ground, it was the second floor, all lights were off. The second floor, had a house dog. As soon as we hit the ground, it started barking and Mrs. Mario screamed hysterically. The scene changed this time, the dog too came with us, it stopped barking and was scramming frantically as gravity was pulling us down while we sped thorugh and fro across time. We hit ground floor this time. Just because we were travelling in time, didn't mean that we were spared the pain of falling down. It still hurt.

A lot of things had travelled in time, were falling and diasappearing right before us. The flickering had now become slow enough for me to make sense of. I could see the colours of the sky, the weather of the city changing like as if a kid was changing through tv channels with a remote because of boredom. It was total pandemonium, we were travelling across years, through past, present and future. I saw the street that I had travelled to every day for the past few years, become a jungle, a desert, engulfed in sea and become normal again. I saw pre historic creatures and people of the past, machines from the future, things from different habitats, mixed across time. It did not make any sense. Then everything went black, and I started floating, I tried screaming but the sound from my mouth did not resonate across. I couldn't breath. When you are just moments away from your death, your inner instincts warn you that you are dying and you kind of know it. I felt an arm tightly grasp me as I slipping out. A bright light came on me, I was burning up, I could smell my own meat burning. God what hell was I in?

Continued...

Yep me too :)

Makes sense :)

Why does Musk Jam have the biggest prize pot I have ever seen in Newgrounds ... ?

May the 4th be with you!!

15 years later:

Hi I use Debian here as well. Its better than Ubuntu, not much bugs here.

If you are still using flash, there is a web based alternative called the wick editor.

The Program that kind of emulates windows software in Linux is called Wine. Not every software works perfectly with Wine.

Hopefully you have had some good memories after switching to linux.

This is one topic that I am trying hard to control, but have no power over it.

I am addicted to easy and quick ways to satisfy my brain and with internet I am able to keep on feeding my brain the things that it wants. May it be entertainment, porn, job search and what not. I took a leave of absence from my job to learn game development, but I have not done much. When ever I sit down to learn something it becomes hard, I start thinking about things that I would like to do instead of studying.

Right now I am addicted to watching English serials. The addiction is so bad that I don't even get up or do any other things than just watch some serial.

Haha, that is just me turning my life miserable one episode at a time. Why can't I just have a study addiction and learn stuff non stop instead? That would be more productive. That easy way to satisfy brain is something that I could be proud of at the end of the day.

This year the theme is 'backwards'

From what I know, using engines wont do you much good, atleast the existing ones wont, as the final executable html zip file must be 13Kb or less.

You can write the whole game from scratch with html and javascript. Or you can use some pre-existing boiler plate libraries that were taken from the games made by participants in earlier competetions for this jam.

Check here for the list of boilerplate code made by the participants

https://js13kgames.github.io/resources/

Hey guys if you didn't know, there is a game jam where you have to code for the web and the final result has to be less than or equal to 13 KiloBytes. I heard about it last year, didn't participate in it as I was working a full time job. I am thinking of participating this year. Its supposed to be super tough as you have to ration a lot of things and think of work arounds to achieve certain tasks.

Is anyone else participating this year?

Hi there people of NG,

I am looking for a coding job. I can create websites, code for your flash games, create web based tools and such. I know HTML, CSS, Javascript, C, C++, Python and Java.

I am in need of some money thats why I am asking around and searching websites for freelance coding jobs.

So if you or your friends need a hand to help out with coding, feel free to DM me.

Thanks.

At 7/26/19 07:27 PM, IceDragon64 wrote:

That is just awesome I would say. You know why, because thats the basic criteria the stories for this topic should satisfy. I did not stop to think much about that, as I was just so stuck with getting the story out in a script format and completely missed it 😅. Thanks for sharing IceDragon64.

Thanks for the critique @Fro , I will try and rectify them the next time I write something. I do tend to make silly errors, thanks for pointing it out. It does help, to maintain focus and correct myself.

And a warm thank you to everyone who wrote stories here, it was always a treat to read new stories every month.

Hi I would like to audition for this collab as well :)

Fear can help set in a creative zone. Do try writing the new age Dracula or Frankenstein or Cthulu.

Hi PsychoGoldfish,

I am trying to add medals and scoreboard features to my wick game. I tried loading up the newgrounds.io's wick file in alpha.wickeditor.com site. Its not loading up.

I tried to load it using the legacy editor. But just found it was closed down.

Do look into it, when you are free, cause the newground's wick file doesn't work anymore.

Hahaha, you have epic friends !!!!

Wow epic....! Sorry Fro, it should have been disturbing. But if it was a friend, that's a cool way to prank someone.

What....? Fro was assumed to be dead one time? When did this happen?

Thank you 🙂

Hi friends, https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/734359?updated=1562588014 Just now completed the game, I missed the deadline, wIll it be considered now?

I am still working on mine 😅

I all, I am trying to add dynamic text in wick editor. I have added the text object, converted it to a clip. But I don't know how to change its text. Does anyone know how to change its text value with code?

Update: I have found how to do it. There was an option called setText in the code snippets section. sorry for the trouble. I will update if I have any other doubts. Do post youor Wick doubts here as well, I will clarify them if I know abut them!!

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Don't worry mate, lets look forward to the October Writing Challenge as you said.

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It was good while it lasted, I guess we have reached the end here fellow MWC19 writers. Thanks Fro for getting us all together and the always unknown secret judges. Atleast now reveal the secret judges Fro, as a final treat to us.

Until October everyone :)

Perspective 2 - continued:

I accidentally caused the armageddon:

-by Survesh Jones



The two friends rushed in and saw that the senior officials had closed down most of the consoles, once they knew that they were being overriden and put in an auto pilot code for every human in the service center. Since the code was injected to the fat one's console, the effect was more severe on it and it couldn't be undone. 

As the fat one was getting ripped by his superiors for being negligent and using harmfull and dumb methods to help the human, the dark spirits were actually getting near the human, ready to devour his soul, as he was riding the train back home. As the superiors were still giving the fat college kid a hard time, he mindfully took out the spook code chip from the console and broke it off. As the evil spook was licking the human's ear, the human broke off from his paranormal episode and got out at his station and started towards his home.  

Before the fat one could run a diagnstic check on his human, his superiors rode on him and fired him on the spot. As the fat colllege kid said his good byes to his thin friend and was making his way out, the human console that he was using was consumed with black flame and the whole service center was overtaken by the ancient evil being that was still lurking in the service centers network. And armageddon was ON AGAIN.

The armageddon was not only on the earth this time but also took up on the spirit world. As everything became bleak and filled with darkness and fear overtook the hearts of everyone everywhere, a flashing light of power came in and sucked the darkness away. 

'Come on now guys, I just spent the whole night creating a whole new world from scratch. Do you know how hard that is? Now try to be more cautious from hither. And don't fire that fat kid, its a natural thing to experiment out and its by these methods that we learn more. Even, I plunged the world into darkness several times when I was working on it. It happens to the best of us, just be carefull of it.', said the short guy with a funnny cap and vanished.

Apparently the short, stout guy with a sun burn and the wierd cap, was a god and he had set up this alarm that would bring him back to the spirit world if it ever was filled with darkness and was going to be obliterated by some armegeddon.

Story 2 ends here

Perspective 2 - Part 1:

I accidentally caused the armageddon:

-by Survesh Jones

'Ah come on, not this Again', said a guy, who was in his late 20's, with his stomach bulging out from his maxed out pants and a two day beard. 'Come and look at this mate', the fat guy called a skinny guy who was sitting next to him, the same age as him, with the same two day beard hanging on his chin, with really fat bags under his eyes indicating several sleepless nights of work. 'What has he done this time?', asked the thin fellow as he moved himself closer towards his fat friend. 

'Well, the guy wanted to be a game developer right? So what do I do? I made sure he got to quit his good paying job without much fuss, setup his home in a way that the electricity, internet and food bills were adequately paid, got him a laptop with good configuration on summer sale for super cheap price and a drawing tablet at the same time as well. Cool right? He almost has no responsibility hanging above him and he has all the free time in the world. What does he do with all this? Being the ever so tight strung person he is, he starts working like a machine as soon as he quit his job. He sets up super impossible goals that can never be met by him and starts building up stress like a valcano. He got stressed so much, to the point that he couldn't think properly, after a few weeks. Terrific right?', went on the fat guy as he reached for his cup of hot chocolate flavored malt. 

These two guys work for an outsourcing company run by an conglomerate spirit that had died because of cancer and came to the spirited world and set up its ever growing branch of service centers to help those spirits in need. As the population on earth started rising ever so rapidly without a pause, the gods got fed up and actually got bored of just looking at people's lives and taking care of them for eons together. So as the spirit service centers opened up, they chose to outsource their godly duties to them and took their ever needed rest and vacations. And all the lives, wishes and well being of organisms living on earth came down to the hands of these least experienced and night owled students of the many spirit academies in the spirit world, as they scrambled to make some extra money to pay off their ever growing spirit college debts and costly living conditions. Why do spirits need money for or what does their currency system looks like you ask? Well the answers to those questions are beyond your current status as a living human, so just continue reading on, will you? 

'Tell me this man, why are all the people that I look into, always have to be like this? Why can't I just get a normal person who just goes off to work in the morning and comes home in the evening and relaxes through the weekends? Why are all the people we handle so tight strung, right?' said the fat friend as he was gulping down his hot cup of malt.

'Let me continue with the story. So he got depressed after his thinking block, lost all his sense of direction and he wound up watching videos on the internet all day long to satisfy his need for accomplishments. The more he watched the more lost he became and more depressed. This continued for a few weeks. You remember the night when we were actually watching the super spirit grand slam? Well thats when his life started going down hill. Apparently I got too sleepy after that and I dosed off. I just noticed all this as I woke up a few minutes ago. He has been lying on his bedroom floor for all these days and he was almost on the verge of death.', the fat friend replied as he tried to lick of the sticky malt and sugar paste that was left in his cup.

'Woooow, that was a close call man, what were you thinking? You could have lost your commisions if the guy died off, remember what happened with Gary? He came in late one day and his human died by tripping over a pebble and getting hit by a truck. It's a head ache these humans were programmed with the gift of free will. They do something stupid and we lose our incentives and commisions. Its not at all fair I say.', excalimed the super skinny friend as he scrathed his pointy chin.

'Yep I agree with that one. Well I gave him a small one minute dose of self realization and set up small tasks for him to do. Well, he got up alright. He started working like a machine again and that seemed to calm his nerves and he actually got happpy after that. Then the idiot decides to take a walk in the park that was three stations from his home. He is actually taking rest in the park now, as he forgot that he just got up for the first time in several days. Idiot!, I tell you. Soon he is going to hit the same rock bottom again and I have to keep on repeating this process until something helps him out. Do you have any idea on helping this crazy dumb workaholic out? Though he is an idiot, he tries very hard to succeed and make a name for himself.', asked the over worked fat college student spirit to his fellow colleague. 

'Well I read once that humans, when they go through paranormal experiences, they find their meaning of life and start leading a better one. What do you say? shall we inject some spooky thoughts into him? May be put him under a super scary paranormal episode or two? It might help him out. Even the supervisor is gone out for the weekend man, we can try this out without anybody else getting to know. What do you say?' suggested the thin one.

'Hmm.. ok, do you have any good suggestions in mind?' asked the fat one.

'Well, see the big house he is staring at romantically, lets spook that out. Wait I will cut the lights off, make everything he sees darker by adding this darkness filter to his eyes. That's ought to spook him some, lets see how he reacts and lets continue our spook experiment from there.', replied the thin one, with his over bagged eyes lit up with determination as he meddled with the human's mind from his colleague's console. 

'Wait, in his profile, I saw that he used to be super afraid of dogs and lonely roads and he still is, make the dog, big and add glowing red eyes to it. And after you are done with that take away the vehicles in this road. Wow, look at that. His heart stats are rising up. He is actually petrified and frozen and he is not moving. I think that should have spooked him enough. Lets see the impact it had on him.' said the fat one to the thin one. 

'Alright, I will remove the spook code and put in the normal traffic that this road had, lets see how he fairs up.' said the thin one and removed the spook filters off of the human and returned the whole place back to normal. The human was spooked but it wasn't enough to actually change his life. The two decided that the human had to be spooked even more. They searched for evil spooky human mind rider codes on the spirit internet and found a really nasty looking one at the bottom of a shady looking website, that sent chills down their spines. 

They loaded the super shady looking spook code into the human's brain and went for a coffee break. As they went out for the coffee break, the spook code started taking control of the entire service center from the fat one's console and added a level 1000 spook code into every other human's console via the common network connection. As the two friends, the fat one and the lean one, were about to take their first sip of hot coffee, they heard the loud and blaring noise that was coming from their service center. A guy came out running, calling all the employess back inside as the whole service center was over taken by an ancient evil spirit and that all the consoles were overriden and that the world was going towards armageddon. 

'Wow, we caused armageddon, how cool is that!!!', eclaimed the thin one. 'Now is possibly not a good time to feel good about causing the mass destruction of the earth.', replied the fat one concerned.

Continued.....

Perspective 1 - continued:

My really horendous episodes:

-by Survesh Jones

I slowly walked up the overbridge, too proud to take the escalator, feeling all the more drained off of energy in my body. A lady anounced through the speakers that the train leading to my house will be leaving from platform one in a few minutes. I walked down the over bridge into platform one and went to the far right end and got into a compartment that was almost empty. The train started moving from the platform slowly, I went near the compartment door and stood there, holding the stainless steel rod that was there for support and leaned back, enjoying the cool air of the dark night.

As we passed the station, the lights in the train started flickering and by a big flash of light, the whole world was thrown into darkness. It was dark outside the train, it was dark inside and as far as I could see, there was no one there. I couldn't even see the people who I was sharing the train compartment with. There was just darkness. The train moved ever so slowly and the fear of never seeing another living person slowly crept in my heart. I could actually feel the fear creeping up. It was a physical experience, I was too aware of what was going on, I was not dazzed. I could see properly and there was nothing but darkness to see. Then suddenly I caught a pair of glowing red eyes staring at me from the far corner of the compartment I was in. Who ever those eyes belonged to, seemed to be in a fury and I felt an energy that was pure malice and evil emanating from their body. That being of darkness was glaring ever so widely, sucking the life force out of my frozen body and the ever so little joy that was left within me. 

It started moving from its seat slowly and started making its way towards me. I realized that I was frozen solid. I tried to move my hands to protect me, I couldn't move them. I tried to move my legs and jump of the train to save myself, I couldn't move them. I tried to scream and cry for the help of god, I couldn't utter a word. The being of darkness creeped near me, brought its face close to the left side of my face, I could feel its warm breath on my ears, its ever so twisting, disgusting wet tongue went into my ear and I started screaming. Suddenly the compartment was filled with the white glow of the ruddy old fluorescent tubes. People were starring at me concerned, as I was screaming at the top of my lungs, when I came into realization of the present. The train had stopped in the station I was to get out at. I moved my legs, they were lifeless but obeyed my commands and I got out of the train. 

I came out of the railway station and started the journey to my home. Though it all felt like a dream or an over tuned thought, I was not able to brush off the feeling of fear nor the presence of the dark being that was close upon my face with its tongue down my ear. It was all too real to me. As I was walking down the road with arched tree branches, I saw a beautifull family of dogs. Mom, dad and two pups. I felt sorry for the pups, as they had to be born in a city, where stray dogs didn't get as much to eat and seldom starved and ate things out of the garbage. 

As I passed them, the pups came near my feat and smelled them. So did the father and the mother dogs. It was a usual thing that happened while passing dogs. I assumed so and walked past them. As I was walking almost near the arched trees, I felt moisture at the back of my foot. I turned around to see the pups licking my sandals. I just moved my feet and started walking past them. Then I heard a rumbling growl, building up within the father and mother dogs. Their teeth were blaring afront, noses scrunched up, their bodies tense and ready to charge. 

There I was standing, I knew I wasn't the most athletic person out there and if I didn't move my butt now, I was going to be eaten alive and served as dinner to this family of dogs. I almost reached the road my apartment was in and just needed to cover a very small distance to reach there. But as I started taking a few steps, I felt the pups grasping for my calfs. I ran as fast I could. But to add to my misfortune, the apartment gate was locked. I looked to my right and the dogs were actually growing in size as they stormed in my direction, with froth building up in their mouths with their ever so large teeth. Before I could think further, they jumped on me and pushed me down to the ground. I caught the mouth of the two pups from biting me, but then, the father and mother dogs started biting belly my belly off and started eating from it. As I tried to stop them, the pups started eating away from my face. I was over powered by their strength. 

Then a loud sound came from the main road as people in the mosque started with their night time prayers, I prayed for power to lift myself up and just live another day, so that I can create one game before I died. I got up and somehow I was able to overpower them and climbed up the apartment gate and made it to my apartment in the first floor. I shakily opened my front door, made sure it was bolted behind me and as I went to my room and bolted the door tight. As I slumped into my bed that night, I realized that all the bites that I recieved from those dogs had gone away and felt the blessings of god safely cover me like a blanket as the howling of the dogs slowly muffled down to silence through the deep dark night. I knew that tomorrow, as I got out of my room, there will be a power that will guard me from the evils in the world. I wanted to create my game and live my life a new.

Story one ends here