Popping the disc in, you press the button that activates the machine, and watch the TV screen play out the familiar sights and sounds of the game you had played so competitively as a child. Whether it was in the arcades in tournaments, or at home dominating friends and family, you had memorized this game to a somewhat scary degree, and it was damn worth it. But after six years, were you still as capable as you once were?

Thinking back to a couple of hours ago, you remember how you got this golden opportunity. It was on your way back from school, when you were coming around the corner of the pawn shop you always visited. Checking with the man who owned the place, he gladly let you see the wares that had come in earlier that day, since the two of you were fairly close friends after so many years of seeing each other. He had brought out some old figures, a couple of half-built models and some old broken electronics. But one thing he brought out was an old Sega Saturn. Asking if it still worked, he said it was supposed to, but for some reason, anytime he tried to turn it on, all he would get was a diagnostic screen. Deciding that you might be able to get it working properly, you bought it for a fairly cheap price, discounted both for its problem and for your regular appearances to the shop.

When you had returned home, you immediately dug into your closet. You had once owned a Saturn, but it was stolen by someone who you once considered a friend. It wasn't your fault you kept kicking his ass, but all that's in the past. Finding the Saturn games in the closet, you pulled out the one you remember most fondly: Virtual-On. Going over to the TV and hooking up the Saturn, you prepared to give it a test run, to see what the problem exactly was. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately instead, it played just fine.

Now, after going through the title screen, you had come up to the Virtuaroid selection screen. Thinking it over quickly, you select the VR that you had played the most, and had mastered the first. Years of experience with this had helped you many times, especially in tournaments. If you were to ever pilot one in real life, this would probably be it.

What

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Killing time with this story. Kinda want to see where this'll lead so ya.

The Sun burns your face.
Despite the screen over the view port, the light shining through is still strong enough to wake you up from your slumber. For the past few weeks the Sun has scalded your unprotected face every morning as you slept aboard the Guillotine; the newest military satellite orbiting Earth for 5 years now. As the sole crew member remaining on the space station during a staff transition it’s up to you to maintain the station until the next shuttle is sent up in a week. It’s been long and tiresome being the only person aboard the orbiting cannon but you’ve managed to keep everything in perfect working condition. You’re looking forward to finally getting some actual company instead of the video transmissions the people on Earth keep sending you.

You grab one of the many handles adorning the interior of the station and propel yourself out of your sleeping quarters. First things first, you check the overall status of the satellite and run an internal diagnostics check on life support systems. Going through the procedures isn’t hard at all; it’s just that going through them for weeks has started to wear at your mental state. You’re tired; it’s a comfort knowing that a week after the replacements arrive you yourself finally get to return to Earth for some nice R&R. Drifting into the dining module, you prepare a simple meal of cereal and milk.

It’s awfully quiet in here.

The silence is unsettling. Normally, you would have a partner assisting you with the daily routines and maintenance of the station. However, unforeseen circumstances forced the rest of the crew to return to Earth. Trying to distract yourself from it, you play a bit with the milk in your bowl; it’s been a while since you could relax a bit and you figure unwinding even a little might help you from going insane from the isolation. As you form shapes with it you suddenly remember.

Oh shit! A solar storm is going to happen today!

Rushing to the main dashboard, you check the time. It’s 7:54 A.M. now; the storm is supposed to

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Is it me? Is it the medication? I never knew myself to be a criminal, but I guess I never really knew myself. I never was myself before I took the medication, was I? I was wrong before, I was flawed. I must be right now. That’s what medication does. It makes you right.

“Please, stop…”

The pitiful doctor cries for mercy as I continue to push her against the wall, arm to her throat, choking her. “This is right,” I tell myself. It is right. I’m medicated now. I am fixed.

It doesn’t feel right.

I let her go. Just as easily as I choked her, I let her go. I do not understand why. I was right. I was made right. I made the decision while right. I am still right. But I have made a new decision. I was wrong.

How can I be wrong when I was right? I cannot be. I do not want this. I do not want to be wrong. I want it to be over.

“Put me…”

[ ] “…Down.”

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Nobody knows where dreams come from.
According to artists, a dream is a gate to another world. According to scientists, a dream is the brain having a break. The most common theory is that dreams are formed from memories, but misinterpreted by the brain, thus leading to this strange dream you're having right now. You mean, why else would you be dreaming about the moon? It's just a dumb flying rock. Nothing else. Of course, thanks to it, you have tides. Wow, big deal. It's not like tides are really interesting, anyway.
But you're not the star is this dream. Nope. In fact, you don't remember being in this dream at all. However, there is a recurring person in this dream. A young girl with long black hair. You don't remember anything else, just the loooong hair. It was quite impressive, but it become a little scary when your vision is entangled by her hair.
“Ah!”
You wake up. A little scared, you look around, half-expecting her to show her face in your room. A laptop computer, an electrical fan, many books about Warhammer 40K and, near your computer, some toilets paper. You were sick recently, coughing and sneezing. This toilet paper is JUST for this. Nothing else, really.
Dropping your legs on the ground, you cover your sweating face with your hands, and you try to remember what the dream was precisely about. Something about the moon, and black hair. Damn, the more you try to think about it, the more you forget about it. Perhaps you should write it down while you still remember. It was about snakes. Constrictor. Or something like that.
“Screw that, I can't remember.”
If you forgot it, it wasn't important. That's what you hope, anyway. Maybe you're wrong. Well, you shouldn't worry about that. Breakfast is the more important thing right now! Even more important than the fact that your room-mate was sleeping in your bed during the night!

Wait, what?
The fuck is he doing here?
“Hey! Wake up, you jackass!”
“No, mom, let me sleep just a bit more...”
Okay. Now it's time to explain the situation. Being in the university right now, you had to take a room with a room-mate.

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The Gensokyo star system is a quiet backwater at the fringes of the galaxy, with only one charted faster-than-light route connecting it to civilized space. Poor prospects for colonization and a lack of strategic resources in the systems beyond make the Gensokyo system an unlikely place for future development. Nominally part of human space, the local administration is for most intents and purposes an independent entity. While the largest colony in the system, located on the marginally habitable (and most habitable in the system) planet Gensokyo Prime, is almost entirely human, various youkai who can handle more extreme living conditions have made various parts of the system their home. Everyone gets along, or at the least is civil enough to avoid open conflict, with everybody else for the most part.

The harvest moon festival, a tradition dating from a time when agriculture suffered from quaint restrictions such as seasons, is fast approaching. By happy coincidence the moon of Gensokyo Prime will be full as well, something that has worked up human and youkai alike into a state of excitement. It is at such a time that a certain private investigator receives a visit from a mysterious client, starting a chain of events that would forever change the Gensokyo system…



Character Select:
[ ] Reimu Hakurei
A former shrine maiden in a time when shrine maidens are viewed as cosplayers rather than spiritual guardians, she now supplements her nigh-non-existent donations with freelance private eye work to support herself.
Special skill: Youkai extermination – improves odds in shootouts and brawls versus youkai.

[ ] Marisa Kirisame:
A former fighter pilot who was dishonourably discharged for insubordination, theft and smuggling soon after the War ended, she now makes a living as a freelance private eye.
Special skill: Ace pilot – improves odds in spacecar chases.

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Anonymous 12/04/29(Sun)19:16 No. 25200 File 133572696971.jpg - (25.44KB , 581x265 , Nooooooooooooooooo.jpg ) [iqdb] [X] I need some quiet time by myself to process this. Youki confirmed as dead? Pic related. Youmu might have a similar case of emotional crisis upon finding this reason for her father's death. I imagine it would be a sore spot for her. (But she'd definitely go after it in the end.)

>>	Anonymous 12/04/30(Mon)03:18 No. 25202 >>25200 How is that confirmed? I fully expect him to make an appearance when needed.

>>	Anonymous 12/05/17(Thu)00:29 No. 25248 ...Well, this was short-lived.

>>22071

The real update will be posted after this, so please wait. And no, this is not an April Fool joke.

So. New thread. I was gonna write a lot hating the new image, but what-the-fuck-ever, let's move on.

To more waiting around, I guess.
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[x] Look for real food, no way that abomination the "good doctor" gave was actually food everyone within ate; never mind the stereotypes on "hospital food".

…That was some real bullshit, what she just pulled; I can’t believe any self-respecting doctor would have an ass like that. Be an ass like that. Sure, it was all in good fun except for that part where I was coerced into obligatory contractual labor, and the part where a man’s hunger is no joke, but I can understand that; I can be sympathetic. A private hospital like this, ritzy and generous all at once, it probably needs to take advantage of any fiscally-sound opportunities it can get. I get that!

There’s just one little thing I can’t quite wrap my mind around: why am I still sitting here in this sort of situation? Like hell I’ll just politely wait around and starve.

With the faint groaning of – couldn’t be springs could it, I mean the bed’s a bit too thin for springs – something and the soft clap of bare feet onto cold tile, I’m standing confidently on my own two legs again for the first time in… too long. Deep breaths now, in and out – breathe in, good; breathe out – no nausea, no vertigo, and no loss of balance. The world doesn’t feel as though it’s been tilted on its side.

One step… Two steps, three steps…

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>>	Anonymous 12/04/10(Tue)07:30 No. 25122 >I do want to write this story. Hooray!

>>	Anonymous 12/04/13(Fri)00:04 No. 25133 File 133427546279.jpg - (23.26KB , 300x267 , ww-1-sailor-300x267.jpg ) [iqdb] >>24876 I applaud your sense of taste sir. Don't let this thread die on us. Too good for that.

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Anonymous 12/05/05(Sat)19:18 No. 25209 >>25115 >It's just at a dull moment, working through drudgery to get back to writing interesting things. That's always a tough spot to be in. But remember, if it's not fun to write it probably won't be fun to read - if you're dragging, re-evaluate how obligated to write that scene you are. Perhaps you can time-skip it/summarize it, ect. If it's more expository, go ahead and exposit to your hearts content, with all the wordy-ness you want, then go over it with an axe and trim it as best you can, rather then trying to craft the perfect update that's both informative yet concise and well-paced in one go. It really is tough to update when the story is stuck in a rut between interesting parts, like that. And that's how you end up with long-delayed wall-of-text updates with caster-geeks in libraries blathering about made-up magical forces that nobody cares about. cough cough

Intense pain. An inability to concentrate, think understand. It's the first sensation that comes. It lasts for a few minutes as the damage to her brain begins to heal its self. Shortly after, full thought returns.
She opens her eyes. As usual, she's still in a daze. At first the scenery above her head doesn't bother her, but after a few seconds of staring at the sky it hits her suddenly.
WHY did she revive in the middle of the human village?
Usually, when she dies, she revives right where she dropped. It wouldn't be TOO strange for her to have died in the human village, considering that she visits semi-frequently. The strange part is that she was left there. Even if people knew she can't die, her dying would had at least made someone rush over. A corpse is still disturbing, even if it will soon revive. Maybe even moreso because of it. More than that, there would be a mess left behind. Puddles of blood aren't something people like leaving around.
When she presses her hand on the ground, she notices a lack of the dampness that would come from said blood. Her first reaction was to think that she's just been dead long enough that the blood's dried. However, when she pushes herself up into a sitting position, there's no stain. her next thought is that she must have been poisoned.
"Che." She mumbles to herself. What a cowardly way to kill. She hadn't even thought that Kaguya would kill in such a way.
"Well, this is near where I was headed anyway." She stands up and begins walking toward her good friend's house.

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[x] Confess your undying love to Kaguya

Your heart beats fast and feels like it's about to explode as you finish uttering those magical words. The world seems to freeze, your every thought a struggle. Kaguya, her closeness, her appearance, you hungrily try to absorb her every detail. It feels like an eternity before time begins to move again.

You watch as her expression changes into the sweetest smile you've ever seen. It gives you hope, enough to justify your whole existence until that point in time. Her radiance is absolute, majestic even. Calling her angelic would be an understatement, her incorruptible pure essence is worth waging wars for; All the evil in the world is justified, if only to balance out her sublime perfection.

Her reply comes softly, her words come at you like sweet delicious honey, soothing mind and soul. The high you experience is something else altogether.

“So that's how you honestly feel? I had more than a feeling that that was the way it was.” Every words seems to caress you, soothe your aching heart. “You took so long to admit it too, you're such an idiot. An unforgivable idiot. If you had just held me earlier then...”

You mind plays a thousand and one scenarios simultaneously. The projections in your head all compete for best picture and best actors. It's hard to decide just which of your fantasies would be best. Kaguya seems more than eager to steer you to the right one, something for which you are very grateful.

She leans in closer, making you painfully aware of her intoxicating scent. The smell of freshness, of life, of the very core of vitality. In a nutshell, her own distinctive natural aroma. Now, more than ever, you simply want to drown yourself in it. To take and indulge like a madman without a care in the world. If it would only be yours for a moment you would die a happy man. It's the most anyone could ask.

“You see, Shirou,” She states with the same wholesome love you've come to know and enjoy over the past few weeks, “The truth is that you don't have the foggiest about how I've really felt. During this trip, during

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>>	Anonymous 11/07/26(Tue)11:34 No. 23913 >>23910 I read the rules. Several times. And I know I'm not the only one. Now, get back to writing. I need my weekly Kaguya.

>>	Anonymous 11/07/26(Tue)21:30 No. 23914 File 131171583948.png - (10.58KB , 160x160 , Use to slap Anon.png ) [iqdb] >>23908 This and this are different. Teruyo is maybe an asshole as an admin, but as a writer, he's correct with his readers. Except when he's taunting us with Eirin.

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Greener grass at midnight The bard!Wo5j3FYZRg 12/01/06(Fri)04:18 No. 24890 He knelt, heart racing. The soft moonlight shone through the bamboo copse, barely giving him enough illumination to confirm where he was. He had run this scenario through his heart thousands of times now and had been completely confident that he could do it, come rain or shine. He had picked this night because it could be no other – there were others who worked as industriously as he. And yet... there were butterflies in his stomach. His head was buoyant beyond all reasonable metric and it felt like his heart might burst at any moment. But it wasn't a moment for cowardice. Not by a long shot. Do or die time. An almost inaudible croak came from his throat. He got a hold of himself. It wouldn't do if he was inaudible. He had to impose his will, his presence, “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” His voice became firm as the muse took over, “It is the east, and Reisen is the sun.” “Oh sweet Reisen!” He thought. The feelings within him were vivid and threatened to swallow him whole. A chance encounter at market had dramatically changed his life. That gentleness of soul! That beauty, her fine hair and her fine features. And, most importantly, that nobility of character! “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief,” he almost jammed up his elegant speak due to the horrible knot in his gut, “That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.” He raised his arms out, towards the balcony on the second floor. His heart was at its limit, his breath bated. He waited an eternity. Hope, along with equal measures of doubt, kept him pinned to his spot. He was both too afraid and excited to move. Another eternity passed. A plague of doubt wracked him. The only thing that kept him going was the image of that sweet angel's face in his mind's eye. For her he would climb the mountain that was infested by youkai. For her, he'd plunge into the lake at the height of winter. And for her he would also make a garland from the flowers of the forbidden field. His own safety did not matter to him. By Jove, he was moonstruck! A sharp blow to the head f Message too long. Click here to view the full text.