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A free template for a spinning wheel that randomly picks a character. Use this to send a wheel to your followers to randomly select a character to interact with!

With basic HTML/CSS/Javascript knowledge, this template is fully customisable. Even if you don't know any code, the examples should guide you enough to add characters, change the text, and change the colours on the wheel. With more knowledge, you can change the background, add fancy fonts, create more complex results, etc.

Basic Version (returns a character name)

Complex Version (returns a character name, links to an about page, gives brief information about the character, and randomly picks a verse for them)

This generator uses Perchance. To use it, make an account, then go to the generator and click edit -> save. This will save a version to your account. You will now be able to customise the generator.

There are no limits to how many characters you can add, but the wheel does become cluttered and hard to read eventually. One potential solution would be to spin for the fandom instead of the character, and then have the wheel return a random character based on the fandom instead. You would do this using the same method as the verse selection in the complex version of the template.

Help resources:

Basic Perchance tutorial

Perchance wiki

Wheel plugin tutorial

Link plugin tutorial

Consider the Moss. When it is not honored with attention and curiosity, it appears to be simply a green fuzz that grows upon damp surfaces. If you do not know the ways of the plants, you could be tempted to understand moss as an unhealthful or infectious substance similar to mold, even to buy moss-killing poisons for the moss in your lawn. What a tragedy, to destroy what you do not understand!

A moss is simply a plant of the ancient phylum Bryophyta, in which a fantastical variety of plants exists. Look closely—what's this? They are no longer simple green fuzz to the eye!

Some form tiny puffs, others sprawling branches, some vinelike runners, feathery plumes or plump fingers, some scraggy tufts like hair, and some plush, mounding masses. Some mosses in fact have tiny leaves, round or pointed, arranged in rows or in poofy rosettes. Some mosses look like velveted antlers, others crackling fireworks, others the tails of cats, others the toes of frogs. Some mosses creep along, others pile up, still others sprawl in orderly lines, some cover a boulder in luxurious pelts, and yet another will cling unevenly in scruffy little bits wherever it can scrape by.

Im trying to prune my camera roll, but i can't bear to part with all these mosses

Closest match: Raphanus sativus genome assembly, chromosome: 4 Common name: Radish

garlic:

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.