The sun shone brightly over Eientei.
Earth rabbits went about their daily chores throughout the courtyard. Some carried baskets of freshly washed laundry; others swept the stone paths, while a few chatted with one another as they worked. It was an ordinary, peaceful afternoon.
Well... mostly.
Near one corner of the courtyard, two rabbits wrestled over a basket of laundry as though it were a pot of gold.
"Let go! I got it first!"
"I was here first!"
Neither rabbit was willing to admit defeat.
They pulled.
One rabbit gained a little ground.
The next tug erased all of it.
Back and forth they went, each tug undoing the last as neither was willing to let go.
Eventually, both rabbits slumped onto the ground, still clinging to opposite sides of the basket. They were too exhausted to keep pulling, yet far too stubborn to admit defeat.
A third rabbit happened to be sweeping nearby.
She glanced at the exhausted pair.
Then at the basket.

The morning sun cast long, golden strings of light that wrapped around the Human Village in a veil of amber and honey, providing a warm greeting for a new day in the wondrous land of illusions. Within the shielded walls of the village rests a utopia for anyone who wanted a simple life in a chaotic world, where they could settle down and maintain the balance of Gensokyo without realizing their impact.

For me, this was the perfect time of day for gardening, not because of the light, but because of the morning dew. I knelt in my modest garden, a small plot behind my home, and carefully harvested coneflowers with gloved hands. The plant provides immune system benefits on it’s own, but when combined with morning dew, it can also lower body temperatures, which is helpful for fevers or hot days.

My name is Eric, and I was often considered an anomaly in the Human Village. While most humans in Gensokyo farmed or ran general markets, I have been dedicating my life to the study of medicine. Obviously, I was no miracle worker, so I couldn’t just wave my hands and instantly cure everyone. However, it served as a fun hobby for me to partake in, and it proved to be effective when sold at the local markets.

During my medicinal research, I also happened to pick up a hobby of cooking along the way. I’m aware that cooking and medicine are different, but I’ve also noticed that they have a surprising amount of overlap; both involved ingredient management and brewing techniques, albeit with a different definition of “brewing” for each hobby. My cooking wasn’t anything special though, I mostly just made basic meat-based dinners to fuel my body for the mornings where I’d work in the gardens. I’m ashamed to admit that I have a huge sweet tooth though, so I would occasionally treat myself to a fruit cobbler that I taught myself to make.

With that being said, I gathered up some sage, coneflowers, and ginger into my bag amd walked into my home; where I would get to work in the kitchen: grinding up roots with a mortar and pestle, and steeping the leaves in a small pot of water. Compared to the advanced medicines Reisen sold when she visited the village, my medicines were rather humble: balm for

(Author's Note: This is the original version of Lunatic Benefactor. I posted the remake first because I thought it was better, but apparently it's not good in the eyes of those who have read it. So here's the original version to see if people like it better, I guess. This is still just meant to be a nonseries oneshot that I thought was a fun idea.)

The air in Eientei was always thick with the scent of herbs, yet was always completely silent outside of the soft sounds of movement inside. For a place hidden within the depths of The Bamboo Forest of the Lost, it felt less like a clinic and more of a liminal space inside of its own pocket dimension. A fact that was only made more apparent by the facility's non-euclidean geometry and looping hallways that once sent a group of incident resolvers directly to space. But for now, it was simply a small consultation room where I rested on a small cushion across from the silver-haired pharmacist, Eirin Yagokoro. A porcelain cup of green tea was cooling in my hands while an open notebook full of scrawled notes on various compounds and tinctures, a testament to my peculiar hobby: a fascination with the medicines of this hidden world.

Eirin, her expression an eternal mask of gentle, knowing serenity, had been a patient teacher throughout my journey. We had been discussing the effects of sleeping medication on those with severe insomnia, while I listened with rapt attention. Despite Gensokyo being known for its chaotic incidents and danmaku battles, I always found a profound peace in Eirin’s clinical methodology.

As our conversation lulled, I noticed Eirin’s gaze drifted towards a nearby window, looking up past the bamboo stalks and at up at the sky, where the afternoon was beginning to hint at the moons ghostly silhouette. It was a rare break in her composure that showed a fleeting glimpse that held nothing but remorse.

“Is something the matter, Miss Eirin?” I asked, putting my pen down for a moment.

She turned back, her serene smile returning, but it was softer than usual. “My apologies, I was merely lost in thought. We were discussing methods of sleeping, and it reminded me of a time not so long ago at all, wher

The Little Fox hid inside a bush, his eyes combing the area and his ears perking up, so nothing could surprise him. His mother has warned him that he must not leave the den, for humans are now hunting nearby. The child, however, born in the dark winter, wanted to see what the world was truly like underneath the blanket of snow. It was a glorious sight to behold; the once barren trees were now covered in luscious green. Other forms of plants have now emerged from their slumber, rising out of the melting snow. Birds that left due to winter now return with rallying chirps, seeing their old home once again. These sights lull The Little Fox into a sense of assurance that nothing could ruin such a beautiful view. In the distance, he could hear his mother calling for him, wondering where he had gone, but he did not answer back, for he wanted to have a closer view of nature. He steps out of the bush in excitement, wanting to play under the sunlight, trying to catch the birds flying above him. He was having so much fun that he could even hear a sharp whistle that was getting louder and louder as if the wind itself was playing a song. The end of the music was a meaty thunk.

  A bloody sight broke the poor soul, a piece of her gone forever. Red was the only color seen, and a shrill scream was the only sound heard. An untouched corpse, long dead, with the only blemish being the damned arrow. Thirsting for death, but nothing more. A predator only in action, but not in spirit! An oath of vengeance was taken; eternal wrath and lunacy for the one who swore in, and eternal torment for the Hunter and all those connected to it, regardless of logic. There was no logic for the victim, and as such, no logic for the killer. Only retribution.

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Present Day, Gensokyo

 Katansei growls, the cold air making his breath white from the sight before him. He shot an arrow at the fox he was hunting, but a finch flew in between and got skewered along the way. The young hunter knew he didn't have time to waste being angry as there could be danger nearby. Walking over to his

Guess what? Auto sage got so here's a thread 2. Now to shamelessly copy and paste the options again.

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[X] Fine, remove the talismans. Afterwards back to where the princess is to kick her ass!

“You better not pull something,” you warn the oni as you release her from your bindings.

“Uhuh, sure I won’t. No acting, just watching. Youkai’s honor!” she replies, maybe even giving a thumbups, a mock wave or some other gesture you don’t get to see because you’re already walking.

“That said, how will you beat her anyway?” Suika’s voice rings behind you, the sound of her footsteps a clear sign that she’s following you. “That’s for me to know and you to see,” you reply.

After that, you increase your pace into a sudden flight to ditch the youkai.

Air blows past my face. Rapidly. Harshly. I’ve made it below what others called the sea of clouds.

I open my eyes to see the rapidly growing green of the world below. That is Earth. A place I’ve not been before. Others I know have, but they could care less about discussing it. 'Not impressive,' they would often say.

I didn’t understand what they meant, but now I sort of get it. All of this green below is just that same color for a continuous stretch of every direction. All plant life inconsequential to most inhabitants of interest.

Alright, less distractions. Time to get to work.

I peel off the divine veil on my shoulders, the only thing braking me from a complete free fall to the surface. I plummet like a rock, of course. Since I’m nowhere close to terminal velocity, it takes a couple minutes before I even need to think about my landing.

When the ground comes into sight past the approaching treeline, I bring my feet up to challenge it.

The ensuing crash is satisfying, the trees shaken for meters around me, a small dent in the dirt underfoot left in my wake. I stand back up to full height, my knees hardly phased by the violent abuse. I look around the area to see it properly for the first time.

Gensokyo. Well, a random forest somewhere in the middle of Gensokyo, with nothing of note in the surrounding area, but still Gensokyo.

不浄観 (fujōkan):

1. Meditation on the impurity of the body.

2. Meditative viewing of the decomposition of a corpse.

3. The Impurity Exhibition.

不浄観 (fujōkan):

1. Meditation on the impurity of the body.

2. Meditative viewing of the decomposition of a corpse.

3. The Impurity Exhibition.

So, the moon.

The moon was pretty dull.

Though, what else would one expect from a land as pale and lifeless as this?

When you got right down to it, everything here looked the same. Endless stretches of white rock, infinite deserts of chalky sand, limitless expanses of undyed surfaces, and so on and so forth and ad infinitum. No variation to be found.

So it was, that with these thoughts floating in his restless skull, he observed what might have been the passing of a new day, in the wheeling axles of glittering stars, and sighed.

Once again…



[] - It couldn't have been all that bad.

Yello folks, let's play a simple CYOA Game where the main goal is to murder Kaguya.

Naturally you'll be playing as the one and only Fujiwara no Mokou.
Your most hated rival has not attacked you for several weeks now and you've started to grown bored of the novelty of not dying every day cause come on what else are you going to do anyway?

Thus, you are determined to make your way through the Bamboo Forest, The House of Eternity and anything that stands in your way of hurricane falcon kicking Kaguya into the milky way! Let this adventure commence at once!

But let's be clear on one thing first: You cannot die and have the amazing powers of pyrokinesis (Aka you can control fire). However as if by pure irony you are not immune to fire itself, cannot put out any outside sources that catch on fire and continuous exposure to it will damage your body if not turn it to ashes. Of course, you can just recover from this by reviving but I want to make sure that you won't feel cheaped out from having your arm fall off after 3 falcons punching in a row or think you can set a house on fire only to go "I'll use my ability to easily put it out". Just making sure we are on the same page here.

Also, this is not related in any way to platform games with similar names, I just did not think of a better title so don't expect that kind of raging slash trolling nonsense from me.

Finally, the choices I give are just personal suggestions, so write ins are allowed. If you manage to come up with something clever or out of the box I won't simply go "No, that's dumb" or something.

And for the final final time: Killing Kaguya is your win condition, succeed and you win!