Imma posting a story. And it's my first one, so comments are more than welcome.
The story starts with a three-part prologue in which it was decided whether this would be a /border/ or a /sdm/ story. I left the options visible just for the heck of it.

In case I there's a write-in opinion, I may not be completely democratic. I may choose the one which inspires me the most, or I may go for the good one in the last post. But I'll try to be democratic.


Prologue
It was morning. A rather nice morning, to be truthful. Or rather it would have been a nice morning if it hadn't been a Monday morning. Because it was a Monday morning, it was one of those mornings when you fail at everything from being in time at school to remembering your keys. Well, nevertheless, after pressing the snooze button twice you finally get yourself up and head to WC. While opening the door to the toilet, you look at kitchen. Yup, everything's in order. Expect for the blonde woman. No-one should be up before you, and no-one with blonde hair lived here. Shrugging, you file the incident as one of the "Mysteries of Life", close the door and lock it. As you sit down on the loo (always sit down in the morning, saves you a lot of work when you come back in the afternoon) you start to really wake up. Done. Rinse hands and go for breakfast. Glancing at the clock you realize that you're in a hurry and won’t have time to do anything special, so you grab an apple and a can of yoghurt from the fridge. You fail at grabbing the yoghurt and it leaks a bit on your hand. Being done with eating you grab your keys and backpack and head outside to unlock your bike. Well, at least you won't be late if you cycle fast enough, but you'd be a bit sweaty.

When you arrive at school you remember why this particular Monday wouldn't be so bad: you would have a day off tomorrow. While wandering towards the class you remember what you saw in the kitchen while you were going to WC, but you can't be sure whether you were awake or not. It could have been a dream, or just some plant or something you mistook for someone. Whichever, it wasn't anything

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You move before thinking, the whip twisting in your hands even before you can see its arc in your mind's eye, reactions trained by years of fighting. The whip wraps around the demon's throat, no small feat on a creature of that shape.
"Get over here!" You yell, yanking on the whip as the demon's eyes register slow shock. Marisa finally notices the hulking thing bearing down on her, shrieking and hopping out of the way just in time as the demon blunders sideways, crashing to its knees, stubby fingers trying to pry the whip from its neck. The grey flesh smoulders and wrinkles under the whip's touch. You tighten your grip.

"Hold it there for a moment!" Marisa shouts as the demon tries to get to its feet, trying to launch itself at you. A smaller foe would simply meet your knuckles, but you doubt a mere blow to the face would slow down a titan of this size, even from your practised fists.
"Whatever you're doing, hurry it up!" You shout back as the demon lumbers forward, roaring with what little breath it can draw through its constricted airways. You leap out of the way, dropping the torch and wrapping the slack of the whip around your fist, tugging harder and bringing the demon to its knees again.
"Here!" Marisa hurls something through the air, a glass vial shattering against the demon's head, spilling a tiny amount of thick red liquid over its bald, grey skull. The demon sniffs once, then frantically claws at its face, mewling and shrieking. You release the pressure on the whip and slip it back to yourself as the demon starts frothing at the mouth. It pitches head-first into the dirt, twitching and spasming, death throes lit by the flames of your torch next to it on the ground.

Marisa bounds over to your side, eyes still unfocused, pupils dilated.
"Cool huh? Agla-"
"Later, Marisa." You assure her. You're curious about why a witch should be carrying such potent demonological chemicals and potions, but now is not the time to ask. Your gaze snaps back to Youmu and the remains of the demon-pack. She has felled or crippled most of them in mere moments, her sword-work second to none, but s

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>>	Anonymous 2011/01/11(Tue)03:00 No. 44610 >>31081 Never.

>>	Anonymous 2011/01/11(Tue)03:54 No. 44611 File 12947180998.jpg - (58.75KB , 300x300 , 1294339452382.jpg ) [iqdb] >>44610 He is long gone. Give it up, he hates us and this place.

>>	Anonymous 2011/02/01(Tue)06:37 No. 44745 File 129654225455.jpg - (48.84KB , 450x332 , Don\'t forget about me.jpg ) [iqdb]

what do you whant?

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Remilia smirks. “You can tell me now, if you like.”

...Actually, you kind of want to see if Patchouli can handle this. You wait.

The violet-haired sorceress nods. “Very well. I know about Flandre and your parents.”

Dead silence. Then, your sister smiles. “You do, do you?” The smile isn't reaching her eyes, though.

Patchouli pales a bit, and starts to stammer. “A-a-a-are you... m-m-mad?”

“...Yes. Furious, actually.”

The color drains from the librarian's face. Remilia's smile grows. “Not at you, dear,” Her gaze turns to you, and her eyes narrow, her smile becoming a frown. “You, on the other hand...”

You feel a brief sense of nostalgic terror. For a moment, you're seventy years old again and looking into the angry face of Estelle Scarlet. But this isn't your mother. “Before you get any angrier, would you like to hear the whole story, and my chance to defend myself?”

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Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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The sound of crackling dirt echoed through the long tunnel, stretching for miles behind the few workers who labored tirelessly. How deep were they underground, anyways? One hundred feet? Two hundred? No one had cared enough to take depth measurements when they began, but for this endeavor it didn’t matter. If Daiyousei’s calculations were correct, and everyone prayed to whatever gods they could that those calculations were, the only thing that mattered was that this tunnel was as straight as an arrow. If they screwed up anywhere, even so much as a single degree off, they could overshoot the target by miles, and all this would be for naught.

The tunnel was barely tall enough for a small child to stand up straight in, and the narrow walls would make this passage a claustrophobic’s worst nightmare. But that didn’t matter. As long as Cirno could work in it unimpeded, it wouldn’t make the least bit of difference to anyone if the tunnel smelled of rotting carcasses and was lined with razors all the way down. She labored without sleep, sixteen hours of every day she was right there at the front of the tunnel, digging ten times faster than any of the others could manage, and out on guard the other eight hours. It was quite a shame, really, that their fearless leader was both their strongest warrior and their fastest digger. Any day now, that double-edged utility would have to be split one way or the other, and no matter which side she chose, their progress would be sorely diminished.

Cirno crouched in the center of the end wall, hundreds of rotating ice chisels in front of her working better than the world’s best auger ever could. Whatever dirt she herself did not freeze to the walls the two fairies behind her quickly packed in tight as she drilled. They had decided days previous that they couldn’t possibly carry all the dirt and rock out of here, not when they were so pressed for time. The only option was to drill a giant hole, shred the soil as fine as they possibly could, then pack it into the surrounding walls for support, using whatever magic they h

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Started per >>/gensokyo/5654

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A good arm and eight feet of rope is all it takes to bypass the tacky, faded-red walls of the mansion. You had to wait a whole half hour to make sure the gate guard was really gone, but it paid off, you think as you creep through the flower bushes.

The first true obstacle you encounter is on the mansion itself- the windows. Or rather, the lack of windows. Ordinarily, some of the sticky-tape from Kourindou and a bit of expertise with a claw hammer would be enough to get you inside, but for this, it seems you’ll have to be a bit more daring.

Your eye naturally drifts up, to a row of balconies on the upper floor...

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It’s a funny thing, how determination works. It’s always the stupidest things that you get so dead-set on.

2.718-

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>>	Anonymous 2010/10/25(Mon)22:38 No. 43989 >>43983 Probably, though when you've stayed long enough to hear one speak, you've stayed long enough to be maimed. Even Vegemite behind ears won't help at that point.

>>	Anonymous 2010/11/10(Wed)18:02 No. 44090 File 12894121527.jpg - (176.31KB , 500x500 , CHARISMA.jpg ) [iqdb] I can't take it easy without an update.

>>	Anonymous 2011/05/07(Sat)22:37 No. 45292 [x] Demonology [x] Alchemy Autosage bump for updates. We need more mathanon.

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“So… that’s it, Miss Remilia?” I asked, putting down the hair brush and sliding a little to the side. “You’re just gonna, give up? Because you couldn’t find it all that long ago?”

“I will not hear this from you as well as her, Francesca,” she answered back in a huff. “This is not a situation you need to worry about; you may continue with my hair.”

“I’m done with your hair already. And, not to speak out of turn, but… I do need to worry about it! I mean, this is my life, isn’t it? I think maybe I should, you know, be allow to say something about it.”

She huffed childishly again, still not giving me the courtesy of eye contact. “No one has ever said you were not allowed to speak. I think only that it would behoove you not to speak here.”

Well that was a disguised slap in the face and a hearty “shut up” if ever I’d heard one. And if she could be stubborn, so could I. “Yes, well, I forgot what the word behoove means, Miss Remilia, so I’m going to talk anyways. Why don’t you want Sakuya to go look for Naganoto, or wherever?”

Sakuya seemed to have either grown tired of standing, or realized that all impact of her declaring victory at the foot of the bed had failed. In either case she sat down and slid a little closer to the two of us. It’d have been a nice little family gathering if not for the dour subject matter.

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Princess Tepes!UdvEXCbuyo 2010/10/18(Mon)02:21 No. 43873 File 12873684644.jpg - (264.71KB , 600x900 , Im gonna grow up to be just like Mom!.jpg ) [iqdb] >>43822 >Had we not persisted in the search for 'Kay' and pressured Sakuya into helping, blah blah blah…? Oh man, this. This might very well have been the voter’s most influential moment on the plot. You see, I had not planned on you asking Sakuya for help at all. I was 99% sure that you’d just opt to hang around with Flandre and Koishi and Monica, because everyone loved Flandre and combined with Koishi and Monica I wouldn’t think you’d be able to resist the hijinks. Shows what I know. The original plan was to have Koishi just hang around for a few days, meddling in miscellaneous ways while dropping Flandre innocuous hints about where she lived (Flandre probably would have given her “I will kill you” ultimatum by that point), in ways that would have made absolutely no sense to Francesca. Koishi did want Flandre to find Gensokyo in the end, but she wasn’t going to be very helpful about it, because she’s heartless like that. Eventually Flandre would have puzzled it out, and then she would have run to Remilia and begged her to move instead of Sakuya. I’d never intended on allowing Koishi to be caught, and the idea of Sakuya stopping time to catch her hadn’t even entered my mind until you’d voted for it. Big ups for write-ins; I told you they were a good idea! There was also a really old plan of Kokauma having been summoned to Gensokyo once, and one way or another she’d tell Patchouli where it was. But this was before I had committed to having Koishi appear in the story; I hadn’t decided one way or another about her insertion until >>36567, which is why Flandre didn’t start putting random “kay” in her dialog until then. At no point did I ever even consider someone like Yukari just pulling the mansion in by herself. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 2010/10/18(Mon)09:31 No. 43891 >>43873 >Eventually Flandre would have puzzled it out, and then she would have run to Remilia and begged her to move instead of Sakuya This sounds more awesome than what happened. A direct confrontation between the sisters would have been awesome. But then again, the scenes we've got are already awesome, so...

>>	Anonymous 2010/10/24(Sun)13:54 No. 43970 >>43891 I think Sakuya going against her mistress in the most selfless way possible is good enough. And we got Flandre's downright epic "I know where you live" moment too. That whole scene in the cave was full of win.

[x] Remilia

Flandre looked at me carefully. Her expression was completely neutral, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Then, she nodded to herself and sighed, as if she had expected this answer.

"Very well, then." she said.

The vampire snapped her fingers loudly. At that signal, the shadow tendrils loosened their hold on Meiling and retreated back into the darkness. She bent down and coughed violently. I quickly ran up to her so that I could help her up.

"Are you alright?" I cried. "Can you stand up?"

"I think... (cough).. I'll be alright.. (cough).. in a bit."

"..."

Meiling took her gaze away from me and turned to Flandre. Neither of them said anything as their eyes met. Yet, they seemed to arrive at some sort of understanding. Very slowly, the gate guard nodded.

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Yeah, that’s right. <i>THAT’S WHAT JUST HAPPENED, BITCHES!</i>

I’m allow to question it in retrospect. You’re not. Did <i>you</i> vote for it? Didn’t think so. So let’s STOP!




<strike>HAMMERTIME</strike> CONTINUE!

Faggotry aside, I should probably-maybe-kinda write some junk since I’m here, yah? I mean, that’s what you do around here, right? I just got here; I haven’t really browsed the story archives yet and probably never will. They’re probably full of crud; thank you very much Mr. Sturgeon. Don’t expect any of that lame meta-crap from me, that stuff kills stories dead and who would even find that funny? Yeah, that’s not happening here; I point my middle finger in a completely random direction for your sake, like http://www.touhou-project.com/sdm/res/42738.html

Here’s how this works:
A) Text adventure in the SDM.
B) BAD ENDS everywhere. You’ll lose points.
3) You don’t want to lose points.

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The derp, which becomes a new derp itself, will be called… nothing.

Illustrating absurdity by being absurd. Delivered straight to your face at the speed of fail.

And isn’t actually as good as it seems. What is this you don’t even.

Probably won’t get through all the characters before the author decides to face full life consequences.

And a bunch of a lot more you didn’t come here to read.

Can you detect formatting lines when you see them?