About Brave Tomato

Hey guys, my name is Brave Tomato, and I’m an 19-year old girl from New Jersey. I’ve been a Poptropica Help blogger for 5 years, and I'm also a fan artist, fanfiction writer, occasional theorist, Youtuber, and an all around superfan nerd for Poptropica. My username is 1313cookie if you'd like to friend me.

New header!

The old header was a little outdated, so I changed the header here.

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Just letting you know…

It seems like a lot of girls have been asking to be part of the huntresses of Artemis. And they’re getting worried that they’re just speaking to a wall. I’m letting you know, that is not true. I am recieving your emails from Summer and, although I can’t say yes to every one, I wish to say yes to a few. I want to keep this blog alive, but an alter ego named Eliza Williams hasn’t come out in a long time. And it’s been over a year since I became the lieutenant. I feel so bad for neglecting this a lot. Summer hasn’t posted here since March, and I hadn’t posted since May, with huge gaps before, promising that I will return. I know I said this a million times before, but this is where the Huntresses Group 2 will reemerge from the shadows and seek new challenges and events. To those who tried to keep the spirit of the Huntresses alive by posting here in this dying blog, I thank you. I’ll approve some of your requests from emails and more.

~Eliza

I’m back

I am the lieutenant. I can’t just stay quiet forever. She had been in the writer’s shadow, entrapped by a series that was reaching the climax, she had been too caught up in that series.

Now, Eliza Marie Williams is back.

To the Huntresses who kept on posting here while I was focusing my attention elsewhere, thank you so very much. I’m proud of all of you.  

I cannot believe it, but soon, it will be one year since I have become the lieutenant. Despite my time away, I am proud to see how much all of you shared your stories and your quests. Thank you.

Although I was away, you guys kept the world of the Huntresses of Artemis, Group Two spinning. Thank you, again.

Now… let me speak as Eliza.

I apologize for my absence from this blog. You see, I ended up busy and I had to go away for some time. It took longer than I thought, and I thank you for keeping order within the Huntresses. Let’s bring this blog back to the way it used to be: a coureagous experience for all of you!

After all, we’re huntresses.

From your really inactive lately lieutenant

Hey, Eliza here. Well, I’m ready for all the “Where have you been”s and “Where were you”s.

I’ve been really busy lately, and it had been hard lately to come up with ideas for stuff for this site.

I’m just letting you all know I’m alive (well, most of you know that XD) and I’m sorry I have been inactive in this site
lately. 😐

Eliza out!

Tired of looking at that tree header?

(ooc post)

Well, after some time, I finally changed it. I decided to make it a little quote.

The moon represents Artemis, and the stars represent, well, us.

I really need to make something soon. I just finished the Son of Neptune, and I know that some of you finished too. Put your progress in the comments, please.

Eliza out!

Eliza’s Adventures: Part 3

“Alright class, for the next few weeks, we will be talking about the Ancient Greeks,” Ms Madilinia said.
Some of the class groaned. Raymond shot up for some reason. I was left sitting there, I had already shot up from the beginning of class. It was October 2010, and a leaf flew down from the tree by the window.
“Now, as a reminder, your Geography projects are due in two weeks from today…” she said. I raised my hand. “What is it, my Eliza darling?” To tell you the truth, I had no idea why she called me “darling”.
“Can I hand mine in now?” I asked.
“Um-uh sure! Just don’t interrupt me next time,” Ms Madilinia responded.
I gave her my project and sat back down. I heard someone murmur “Geek.” and snicker a little bit. It was probably Justin Hastings. How apt of him.
The lesson went on. It was about the Minoans and Mycenaeans and how much rivalry they had.
Social Studies was the last class of the day. The bell rang and the class got out of there in a snap. Except for me and Raymond. We took our time to stack up our books and head for home.
On the bus, Raymond and I were talking about normal things and how much of a jerk Justin is. When it happened. A truck veered into the bus and crashed into the side of it. The bus tipped over and fell to the road.
However, it felt like the truck intentionally hit us.