Hello! this is my first story on this website. Hope you enjoy it, but before we start, I should mention a few things. This is a multi-route story that depends on your choices. Some questions will be vague and influential, so if you'd like to know who your going for, check one of the boxes below

[ ] Hints. Any choices that impact your relationship with the characters will have a "+1" and then the name of the character. This will tell you which route your going on.

[] No hints. Basically going in blind. Use with great responsibility.

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Inari Shrine, Kyoto – Dec 31, 23:54
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I stuff my phone away again after checking the clock one last time. The breach is predicted to happen shortly after midnight, so I still have a few minutes. I’m already done preparing for a change, so there’s not much else for me to do other than relax and wait.

I’m ready for whatever it decides to throw at me today.

It’s New Year’s Eve with only a few minutes remaining in the year. Off in the distance I can hear the cheer of people as they enjoy their festival. Their laughter as they play at the booths with their friends and/or companion. A few cries of frustration can be heard as they lose at a game only to try again until they either get it, run out of money, or decide it isn’t worth it.

I’m a little ways off the beaten path between the shrine and the festival. From here I can see each and every person passing through the tunnel of tori. Of course they might see me as well, but it’d be a little harder as I’m concealed by the shadows of the trees and the illumination from the path blocks their view this far into the darkness.

I’ve placed myself in a small patch of trees away from the path to the shrine. It’s part of a small groove of willows which surrounds the shrine grounds. The area where I’m working tonight isn’t too dense; in fact I’m in a pretty open area.

"I'm back, Reimu. I'm back," Marisa sighed, "and I don't know why. It's been so long since I was last here. I'm confused, I'm lost, and I just continue to waver back and forth. I'm looking for closure and I can't find any. I'm filled with questions and there's no one to answer them anymore. Did I make the right choices? The kids at school turn to me for answers, Reimu. Who do I turn to?"

Killing yourself is the only answer.

The Hakurei Shrine was completely desolate, surrounded very closely by trees. Unlike the shrine Marisa was all too familiar with, there was no grand clearing. No sturdy walkway. No. Reimu.

"It's been so long, you probably don't even know what happened. You probably heard about my 'execution'. Everyone did, I'm sure; everyone came to watch Yuuka's judgment. Shiki knew everything, you can never hide from her eyes. Yuuka's innocence, the actual culprit, and where I was hiding. I'm talking too much, again, aren't I?"

Ignorance of the law excuses no one.

Marisa took the pause in the air as an opportunity to sit down on the corner ledge of the shrine. While the rickety building appeared old and worn-down, the well-kept stone ledge provided plenty of room to just sit down, look up at the sky, and...reminisce about old times.

"All of this was my fault, and I felt it was best if I left that land forever. Yeah, I had rescued Kana from the mansion, and she was now under my watching...okay, I wasn't there all the time, but I looked out for her. I couldn't just take her away from the land that had given her life, Reimu. I just couldn't. It'd be too selfish of me. But..." Marisa trailed off, her eyes starting to wistfully tear slightly. She closed her eyes and forced a smile, reacting to no one in particular.

&q

Incursion v0.3 patch notes:

- Disregard all previous patch notes
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You are Chen. A nekomata, and you are in a bit of a snit.

Realisticly you are in a bit of an snit most of the time.

Humans would blame your master for letting her master use you as a toy, but you live off nightmares and boundry crossing.

No, the fact that Rumia, _Rumia_, beat you at euopean history pub trivia game, and that you are still comming off your second heat are both more relevent.

Or maybe you should get in a fight? That might blow off some steam if Master's Master isn't going to need you in bed today.

You play with the water, still feeling grouchy as Master just smiles her irritatingly smug smile at you.

You let your mind wander>

Alas, it had all come to this. I really, really should have seen it coming.

With a trembling hand, I took a beautiful silver pocket-watch out of my overcoat and slid it across the table. The man opposite me hummed in pleasure, picking it up and examining it with a casual laziness. And as the hollow feeling grew in the pit of my stomach, I grit my teeth and braced myself. The bartender, sensing something in the air perhaps, looked over; but he returned to cleaning his mugs after seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing but two men, having a late night drink with one another.

Sadly enough, I was one of those men. And I would be the one on the receiving end of what was to come next.

Would I be vaporized on the spot? No, despite their influence, even they wouldn’t do something that flashy. Better to make it to like I choked on a pill or something. Or suffered from a heart attack… but I shouldn’t let my imagination get the better of me. More realistically a limb perhaps, as a sort of payment or warning. “Steal from us and get fucked!” has always been their modus operandi, though not necessarily said in such a crude manner. But a trail of broken bones told the tale of their retribution, and that was from those who had submitted quickly.

Those that didn’t weren’t heard from at all.

I nervously watched as the man turned the timepiece over in his hands, smiling all the while. He finally laughed in approval and took off his hat, balancing the pocket-watch on his head. And with a wink and a slight shake of his hat, the watch disappeared.

“Voila,” he said with a grin. “Magic.”

I damn near pissed myself, there and then.

The soothing sound of scoring pen against paper is the only noise that can be heard in my room. Too early in the morning for the birds to be chirping. Lit only by the nearby candles, I work. I hasten the strokes created by my hand as I see the final sentences approaching. Finally finished. I take one last glance at the page to ensure that there are no more errors. Fully satisfied, I place it inside an envelope and securely seal it with candle wax. A simple engraved stamp lets the receiver recognize the sender.

Dawn will break soon and there are plenty of tasks left before I can send this off at the human village. So I hide my creation away safely inside the folds of my clothes, close to my chest so I can always feel the faint edges to the paper. Done. I mentally check off the completed step. Next on the list is cooking breakfast. And so, I make my way to the kitchen with soft footsteps. Traversing the halls always gives me spare time to think, this time my mind wanders on how pointless it is to take so much care in my footing. Even if I ran loudly, stomping my feet, I doubt that it would even bother those two.

The kitchen comes into view and I quickly begin my practiced preparations. Gather ingredients, gather equipment, and start a fire. All mechanical and methodical. Soon the air is filled with the alluring scent of grilled fish. It is a good morning to have fish along with some soup and rice. I set the table and examine the placement. Perfect, all I need now are the dreamers to take a seat. If I let them sleep all day there is no doubt they would waste it all away.

However, I take some satisfaction to see their rousing faces. Before their food grows completely cold I'll give them some assistance. Who to see first? There is a chance that I'll only get to wake one of them up.

[]Wake Lady Yukari first.
[]Wake Chen first.

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For the celebration of writing, ideas, and this site. >>/gensokyo/13978

Konpaku Youmu is a a half-ghost gardener. She is also a samurai. Youmu lives in the ghost princess' mansion, surrounded by ghost.

Youmu is scared of ghost.


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You are Saigyouji Yuyuko, and you are Youmu's Spooky Ghost Boss Princess.

You must SPOOK Youmu to celebrate Western Holidays you don't fully understand, but appreciate regardless.


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Taking a deep breath, a man stepped up to the tee. His full attention was on the small dimpled ball in front of him. His knuckles grew white as he tightened his grip on the club’s leather grip. Hatred for this stupid game flowed through him, sliding down his arms into the driver he was strangling.

“Just need one good hit...” he mumbled to himself, glancing up to the flag waving in the breeze. He swallowed to clear his mouth and shifted his feet before pulling the club up behind his head. “FORE!” he yelled, bringing the club down on the ball. The swing connected, sending the ball flying through the air, and right into the hole the flag occupied.

The reaction was nearly immediate, the man feeling his heart take off. His first hole in one, done in what would possibly be the most important game of his career. He turned to his companions, smiling from ear to ear. If only he had paid a little more attention, he might have heard the sound of a golf ball being hit in his direction.

The golfer behind the ball was sure his target wouldn’t hear it though. In his experience, people rarely pulled their head from their ass long enough to hear death coming. Even when he was yelling a warning at the top of his lungs, everyone seemed to treat his arrival as unexpected.

“My bad,” the golfer said as he walked up to the new ‘de-bodied’ spirit he had hit. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions for me. Something like ‘What was the meaning in my life?’ ‘Who the hell are you?’ and the ever popular ‘What was the meaning of either my life or life in general?’ but can we save it for the girl back at the office? You’re the last spirit for today, and in a sentence I will never say again, I’m looking forward to getting today’s paperwork done.”

The spirit looked to the man with the nine iron, then to his body, then to the man again, then at his friends who were crowding around them. “Wait, you mean I’m dead? I’m not supposed to die yet!”

“The list says otherwise. Now either take my hand,” the golfer said with a sigh, “or I get to test how sharp my new whetstone makes this.” Before the spirit could wonder

Ran Yakumo set her half-moon glasses on her nose and sat down in her chair. All nine of her furry yellow fox-tails swished aimlessly as she stared at her typewriter, hands poised over the keys. She bit her lip, hemming and humming to herself as the bright white page stood still in its spool. Her tails curled around the back of the chair as thoughts came to her. She began to write.

'It's said the benefit of being a pessimist is that you are always either correct or pleasantly surprised. Let it be said that where it concerns Reimu Hakurei and her capability as a shrine maiden, I am in such a position. If I am right I will be able to shove this in Yukari's face several decades from now, and if I am wrong I will be relieved to throw it away.'

'This issue is resistant to usual forms of analysis, spanning not only centuries but also dimensions. It could be said that there are many beginnings to this story.'

Ran stopped typing, sighed, and took off her glasses. Two paragraphs in and she was already fiddling around, talking about how hard this would be to write instead of writing it. She had to put her fears aside and just choose a start. Forming a half-decent narrative could come later. She set her glasses back on her face and cracked her knuckles.

[ ] Where things went wrong: the previous Miko's regime
[ ] Why they went wrong: it started with a telegram line
[ ] What Yukari did about it: Reimu's not her real name