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39548 No. 39548 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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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>> No. 44658
[x] Why not ask Sakuya?

>>44652

I like actually having a grimdark Gensokyo for once. Some writers have tried it before it usually ends up reverting back to drinking tea. Choices feel like they really mean something in this story.
>> No. 44659
>>44658
I wouldn't say things are grimdark, but not pastel cheery either. The problem with girmdark is that it is much too easy to go into Grimdork.
>> No. 44720
Second thread at
>>44718


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23932 No. 23932 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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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>> No. 44610
>>31081
Never.
>> No. 44611
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44611
>>44610
He is long gone. Give it up, he hates us and this place.
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44563 No. 44563 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
what do you whant?

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>> No. 44573
>>44570
Go back to bed, Vir.
>> No. 44575
>>44570
I certainly hope this post was a joke.
>> No. 44577
>>44575
Considering I directly quoted Babylon 5, what do you think? It's the only proper answer to the question asked.


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40747 No. 40747 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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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>> No. 44360
>>44356
Well, considering he's just going with family here, rather than a non-related female it's not like we're moving him towards some other romantic entanglement.
>> No. 44404
>>44360
Implying familial bonds could prevent romance on this site.
>> No. 44409
>>44404

Implying that the author couldn't. >>34336


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42210 No. 42210 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
Started per >>/gensokyo/5654

-----

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...

---

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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>> 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.
>> No. 44090
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44090
I can't take it easy without an update.
>> No. 45292
[x] Demonology
[x] Alchemy

Autosage bump for updates. We need more mathanon.


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41880 No. 41880 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
[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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>> No. 43906
>>43904
Chances are he was doing it on his IPhone (aka overpriced piece of stuff)
>> No. 43915
>>43904
>>43906

Hate to disappoint the first of you to, but, yeah.... That was a product of my iPod touch. I got a bug, and it didn't show that it accepted the submission.

About 20 seconds passed... No acceptance... So I hit it again, double clicking. I tried that again later on. So, yeah. Damn apple.
>> No. 43920
Next thread: >>43919


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43348 No. 43348 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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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>> No. 43738
[x] Turn back time.
>> No. 43746
N

About fucking time. Never return here Flandre. Ever.
>> No. 43830
And NOTHING OF VALUE was LOST.


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42738 No. 42738 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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?
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>> No. 43474
[X] EXTRA MODE
[X] ???????: ? POW, ? SPD, ? FOC
>> No. 43477
>>43449
So be it. Previous vote deleted, ALL IN

[X] EXTRA MODE
[X] ???????: ? POW, ? SPD, ? FOC
>> No. 43479
[X] EXTRA MODE
[X] ???????: ? POW, ? SPD, ? FOC


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38133 No. 38133 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
Previous thread:
>>33060

This is my best guess at reading into your explanations for refusing.



[X] Refuse her


“I can’t. I can’t sleep with some girl I barely even know!” Even if it is one this good looking. “I mean, I’m flattered by the offer and all, I guess, but I’m not going to take something just because I can get it! Sex isn’t that simple! You don’t have sex with someone because you have a chance to, you do it with them because you lo—” No, too strong. “—like each other!” That’s it. What else can you say?
Koakuma looks at you, somewhat startled by the outburst. Then she grins. That’s a devil’s grin. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Pow. She sees straight through you. Is that such a virgin thing to think!? “I don’t want to hear that from a person trying this desperately to get someone in bed with her!”
The smile doesn’t even waver. “Ooooh, you’re turning green.”
“I am not!”
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>> No. 45199
>>45174
>Going back and make previous updates better
>It's not dead yet

You cannot fathom the amount of joy I am experiencing right now.
>> No. 46132
when is the update?
>> No. 46285
how many months has it been now? two?


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39444 No. 39444 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
[x] Sakuya should be in the kitchen, go see what else you can do.

Sakuya's the head maid around here, so naturally she should be the one that knows what needs to be done. She might have something in mind for you to do as well. You make your way up and out of the library basement, and take a quick trip across almost the entire length of the house to the kitchen, where you hear the sounds of movement before you even enter. When you do, you find yourself presented with a moist rag.

“Just in time!” Sakuya says happily from behind the rag, “it's time for you to do dishes.”

“Do dishes?” you repeat.

“Yep. It seems some mischievous folks came around here and cooked themselves up a breakfast on their own, and left their dishes behind,” Sakuya says, though her tone sounds more oriented towards playfulness than wonder. You're not even going to question whether or not she knows. “It's not hard, I've already filled the sinks you'll need, basically just a wipe down required, but it'll still be a good lesson on responsibilities.”

“I suppose,” you say, taking the rag. You're lead to the sinks where, sure enough, you'd left your dishes earlier. Beneath suds and water, you can see the remains. You'd never had to wash dishes before. In fact, most of the time, what dishes were used among devils were simply scraped off and something else was piled on. It was rarely a concern for you, only the more orderly devils concerned with wealth and prestige kept their implements clean, and they were typically made of precious metals. Regardless, you tend to your new task, picking up one of the plates and rubbing it with the cloth.

“Keep it somewhat submerged in the water,” Sakuya instructs, watching you from the side, “that way you can rinse off any food particles that come off, and keep soap on it.” You do as instructed, swishing around the cloth and soapy water. The plate comes clean fairly easily, which isn't that big of a deal considering the only real mess it had was a few grease spots and a patch of spilled egg yolk. “Now dip it in the clean water,” Sakuya continues her
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>> No. 42916
[X] She hasn't directly asked you, so no.
- [X] "...should I wait outside for a bit?"

Gentlemanly devil, indeed.
>> No. 42931
Normally, anything sexual involving Flandre has me frowning greatly, but with this one, it's almost funny. It totally doesn't bother me at all. I mean, I'm not getting hard just reading about it, but rather more sort of "Oh, she's like that, is she?"

I was trying to figure out why that was, why this wasn't making my skin feel all crawly, when I realized that she hasn't really displayed any childlike traits at all. In fact, she was described as a teenager; none of this loli bullshit. She doesn't talk like a child or act like a child, either.

I'm totally okay with this Flandre and the concept of sex. Congratulations, Mode. This is a first.
>> No. 42936
oh, and

[x] She hasn't directly asked you, so no.
- [x] "...should I wait outside for a bit?"

I don't see this as "gentlemanly" so much as being semi-casually asked. Like, he's not bothered by it-- by his own words, he wouldn't mind watching.

...But he can see that she's bothered by his presence, and after all, she is Destruct-O-Girl, so maybe it'd be wise to be aware of her wishes.

That's all. Not gentlemanliness, but simply wise choices and presence of mind.


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