Hey Clary! I'm new as well! I've been here for a couple weeks now. One piece of advice that I have is that you should probably believe every rumor you hear. All of them, even the ones that sound impossible. They're most likely more real than you think.

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A very special thank you to @Lia Bezos for providing today's item: a magic ball. It's not much bigger than your average tennis ball, and appears to be made of average red rubber. However, my experiments revealed that it seems to be exempt from friction and air resistance. In layman's terms, it won't ever stop unless acted on by an outside force. I managed to stop it before it flew out of the school, but it did take out Mr Strand before I managed to subdue it. Anyway, I now have detention for the next three days so the next entry may be a little late. See you then!

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Would you mind dropping this magic ball off later? I'd like to inspect it some.

So, what exactly is @GROTTO G.S.M. INC. ? Are they the people that handle the ghost servers?

Alright, item number three! This time it's a tiny airship from Zephyr Air Transport. It's fully functional and even floats. It's shockingly heavy too. I dropped it and it cracked the floor. The weirdest part is there are people on board. Tiny people, like Gulliver's Travels. They're all alive and sentient, and they don't seem to mind that I have purchased their airship. I was told not to feed them as they already have food on board. Speaking of which, cafeteria staff, please notify me if you find any tiny men running around.

Alright, this time around it's a copy of some Vanilla Ice board game. That's normally weird enough in and of itself. Seriously, who makes a board game about Vanilla Ice? The goal of the game is to rap along to the beat and score points. I unboxed said item and forced a couple friends to play with me.

It uh... it didn't go very well.

Right off the bat something happened. My friend started out with the line "Thinking of buildings. Yeah, thinking of buildings." A loud crash alerted us and brought us outside. Apparently, a house had flown through the cafeteria. Luckily, nobody was hurt. He followed it up with "I'm rappin' to the knight, singin' in the twilight." Suddenly, the sun sped up. In just a couple of seconds the sun vanished behind the horizon. All of the clocks had adjusted accordingly. And apparently a man in steel armor on a horse has been harassing the student body recently.

Further experimentation revealed that any nouns spoken while playing would cause them to become real. Maybe we should've figured that out before "A flock of angry turkeys," "living dodgeballs," "an enormous steak" and "a giant ogre." This time around, there was no instructions. fine prints, etc, so I basically went in blind. Steak will be served outside the school when we finish dealing with the ogre, the dodgeballs, and the turkeys.

Moving down the hall.
The carpet crunches beneath my feet.
A red stain on the wall.
A half eaten steak, abandoned on its plate.
A napkin, a fork and a spoon, longing for their companion the knife.
The knife is not here.
The bathroom.
A trembling hand reaches for the knob.
The door opens with a loud creak.
As the door swings open my eyes behold:
The steak knife, in his chest.
Red stains all around.
My body, on the floor.

Moonwalkers? Could you describe these moonwalkers please?