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13210 No. 13210
// DAY ONE //

The situation is critical.

You’ve been hiding from the German troopers for- how long it has been? Hours? Days? Weeks? You cannot tell; all you know is that you’re the only surviving member of a Soviet division assigned to defend an outpost that had been killed by German artilleries. All you know is that you’re supposed to hold the line until reinforcements arrive, yet your Commissar has ordered you to retreat to Headquarters seconds before a piece of shell obliterated him.

It just does not make any sense.

You, the cream of the Motherland, the best there is, is supposed to hold the line until the last blood is spilt. You, who strongly believe in nationalism and have vowed to defend your homeland to your last breath, cannot accept the idea of retreating without giving out any fight. Yet you assume that your division leader knew things better than you are. A bitter fact to digest, but you have no time to cuss over it as the sound of stomping marches is fast approaching.

You notice that the cave you’re in seems to go deeper than you previously thought. Curious at the anomaly you slowly venture in, taking great care of not notifying the troopers outside. The deeper you go the further you are from the entrance, but you aren’t daunted. It may connect to underground tunnel network, and the prospect of meeting your comrades is enthralling.

You see a spot of light at the end of the passage. You’re excited at the sight, but you are also aware of the possibilities of traps set up by the Germans. So you have your weapon locked and loaded and you march slowly towards the light. As you approach the light, you swear you could hear the giggling voice of a woman; so vague but it was clear for your ear to pick up. You pay very little attention to it as your distance becomes closer.

You finally make your way out. Instead of fellow comrades you’re so hoping to be reunited with, or showering rains of hot lead fired from German bunkers, you find yourself standing next to a river facing what looks like a bamboo forest.

A bamboo forest.

A bamboo forest?

How in the name of Motherland, you ask, you can end up in such place? It doesn’t make sense; the place feels too Oriental, like you have just stumbled across a mysterious gate that connects your homeland with Asia, which is thousands of miles away.

Does it matter to you anyway? Right now you’re dead tired. Your body’s begging to have enough rest, and you can barely feel your legs now. Yet this seemingly exotic place is enticing you to explore further, and your adventurous self becomes restless just by thinking of it.

[ ] Sit down and rest for a while.
[ ] Disregard your fatigue and head to the bamboo forest.


Author’s note: after skimming through the SDM sections, I was kind of inspired to do the same but with Eientei casts. Actually, this idea has been around for quite a while (five months, in fact) but I haven’t had it started until now for some reasons (laziness, being one of them).

As side notes, I will seek for advices to get this stuff going. Some of them include:
+ Basic knowledge I need to gather regarding the life of Soviet soldier in World War 2 (training, equipments, tactics, etc.)
+ Some of the famous battles our Sniper Anon will refer to. Take note that our Anon comes from period before the Battle of Kursk.
+ Stuffs on whether the Lunarians know about World War 2 (in general or specific, if situations dictate) and how our Anon will relate to this.
+ Events that will broaden Anon’s knowledge and appreciation for Gensokyo. Armed conflicts are optional (?).

Also, since my Internet access is pretty much limited, don’t expect regular updates. I will update this whenever I get the chance to be online (and review all feedbacks). By the way, what’s the limit in posts before we reach auto-sage?

Thank you in advance, and please enjoy this adventure.
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>> No. 13212
[x] Sit down and rest for a while.

Autosage sets in at around 198-199 posts.
>> No. 13213
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Alright, thanks for the heads-up.

I'm logging off. Home's got no Internet, so updates and stuffs will have to wait tomorrow (or any other days I get access).

In the meanwhile, vote away, guys. Your choice may well determine our fate as a little soldier lost in this exotic world.
>> No. 13221
[x] Sit down and rest for a while.

>> No. 13222
[]Sit down and rest.

Our name will be Yuri, for it is manly and feminine at the same time.
>> No. 13223

[x] Sit down and rest for a while.
>> No. 13226
[x] Disregard your fatigue and head to the bamboo forest.



Well, sitting down probably already won. As for the other stuff, I'm (not?) proud to say that I know an unreasonable amount about WWII and the Eastern Front. So just ask away if you want to know anything. From the Winter War, passing through Operation Typhoon, and beyond Bagration.

And I would assume that the lunarians would know about World War 2 (unless they don't care, that is).

And well, wouldn't this story happen sometime before Reisen fled the moon (or was even born?).

Anyways, I look forward to it. And I know you said you have limited internet, but feel free to drop by in #eientei on rizon if you wish to chat or maybe consult faster or just hang out or whatever.

Oh, and I'll be voting as anonymous from now on. Just using the tripcode for this once.
>> No. 13229
Now this looks undeniably interesting.
If you manage to put/reference/whatever the P1000 Ratte Landkreuzer or the KV-VI-BEHEMOTH, you win.

[X] Disregard your fatigue and head to the bamboo forest.
Elite Soldiers does not need rest.
>> No. 13244
I like the names already. Will put them in next votes.

Our Anon got transported to the year 2008 via that mysterious cave (this will be explained as our story progresses). So this story takes place after Reisen fled the moon.

Looking good, though how these machines will get into Gensokyo is beyond my knowledge.

Story will be posted after this shortly,
>> No. 13245
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[ ] Sit down and rest for a while.

However tempting the adventure you may go through, your physiology comes first. Exhausted, battered and hurt, both physically and mentally, the first priority is to take enough rest for your body to recuperate. You need them now, as much as your need to get rid of the terrible images of your comrades killed in front of your face.

With that decided, your legs automatically weaken and you fall into the ground, landing flat on your face. What that was for, you ask. Perhaps your legs are trying to tell you how seriously messed up they have been since the runaway started. Poor legs; wish you had listened to their cries of despairs earlier.

No time to mess around.

You sit up and examine your inventories. It appears you’re stripped off from almost everything. Figured that you left the outpost in such a hurry that you forgot to take your backpack along. You shake your head in disappointment; almost the necessary stuffs are inside that pack. Oh, well.

Paying no attention to the setback, you focus on what are on you.

+ One scoped Mossin-Nagant with two rounds left inside its chamber. Bruises on its butt-stock remind you of past, violent melees.
+ Ten 7.62x54mm sniper rounds in your right pocket.
+ MP40 sub-machinegun confiscated during a raid on German convoy.
+ Two 32-round ammunition clips.
+ A water bottle. Half empty.
+ A pair of boots. Cracked from physical overuse and weather abuse.
+ A set of clothes of rough wool quality. Might not be comfortable at times but, at the very least, they keep the elements out.
+ A beret with a piece of Red Star on it. A bullet hole marks a close call with German sniper.
+ A pair of wool gloves. Torn apart from overuse.
+ An amulet made of a 30mm shell fired from a strafing Bf109. It’s your lucky charm.
+ A photograph of your regiment. Worn out as a result of weather effect.
+ A bayonet. Its blade is longer than your palm.
+ A small diary. Someday you will need it to note down your memories…

You sigh. These are inadequate, at least considering the place you’re in. For better or worse, you should probably look for any settlement, since you don’t know if you would survive the outback. It no longer matters to you whether you’d meet your comrades or not;

Your stomach growls. Badly. That’s right. You haven’t eaten for almost an entire time of your life since you left the outpost. You swear to Motherland you’ve been eluding death god for so many times while you were on the run.

Death god?

God? You don’t want to have anything with it.

Oh. Just what the hell is wrong with you? You put your hands on your head. You feel nothing more than sheer dizziness. You examine your limbs. Nope; they appear to be intact. Your sanity? It’s undisturbed, too. The only thing that’s probably at low level is your morale. This is really getting scary, not mentioning suspicious. And already you see images of children dancing around you in cartwheel, singing the teasing song of surrender, wanting to see you drop dead and hopeless.

Your stomach grumbles. Again. It’s time. Can’t afford to continue your trip with an empty belly and soul. You’ve got to have yourself revitalized.

[ ] Go find something to eat.
[ ] Continue resting.

If [ ] Go, then:

[ ] Walk along the river.
[ ] Head into the bamboo forest.
[ ] Follow the white rabbit.


A question: are the inventories good enough, or does the list need some alterations?

And yeah, our Anon is an atheist.
>> No. 13246
[x] Go find something to eat.
[x] Walk along the river.

This will lead to a settlement eventually. Or maybe a chance encounter with someone having a drink.
>> No. 13249
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Looks like I won't be around for another day or two. So until I get my broadband account activated (either Monday or Tuesday) keep on voting and decide on which route we, the Sniper Anon, should take.

What just made Reisen gape in shock, we can only guess.
>> No. 13251
[x] Go find something to eat.
[x] Chase that rabbit down; it shall be our supper, and one paw will be a nice brother to the shell that hangs around our neck. Luck, right? We need all we can get.

The inventory looks okay, but you couldn't have at least left us with a fully loaded pistol?


[x] Reload this piece of shit.
[x] If the rabbit didn't lead you anywhere of particular interest, continue further into the bamboo forest.
>> No. 13255
[x] Go find something to eat.
[x] Walk along the river.
>> No. 13517
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[ ] Go find something to eat.
[ ] Walk along the river.

If you follow the river, chances are you might be able to find a settlement and probably meet someone whom you can seek for help, with additional bonus that you can finally get to fill your empty belly. Having decided that, you get back on your feet, the rifle reloaded just in case you stumble across any potential meal.

You use the opportunity from the trip for an observation. It surely is a strange place to start with, the bamboo forest. You have never heard of such place, let alone visiting. It is a stark contrast from where you used to live; back then there were nothing more to be seen than snows and debris, not mentioning the horrid sight of countless bodies that fell to the German guns. The very sight makes you cringe, both in remorse for your inability to defend the Motherland and in anger at the invaders for their intolerable thirst for blood.

You continue walking. The river seems to be heading to nowhere. You’ve been walking for this far, and yet there seems to be no end to it. Plus, it’s getting dark and your hunger once again strikes. You try to fight and press on the walk, but the more you resist the more persistent the hunger is.

You heard a rustling sound from beneath the bushes. You halt. Your reflex kicks in, and you immediately aim your rifle at the source. The sound becomes louder, and you become suddenly aware that this place may not be friendly at all.

The rustling stops. You see a pair of ears sticking out of the shrubs. Then, to your relieve, the owner of the ears reveals itself.

It’s a rabbit.

[ ] stay still.
[ ] slowly unsheathe your bayonet and…
-- [ ] pounce at the rabbit.
-- [ ] toss it at the rabbit.
-- [ ] charge while yelling a battle cry.
[ ] snipe the bastard.

Regardless of the choice…
[ ] write-in.
>> No. 13519
[x] snipe the bastard.

Man, why'd you have to go and sage this update? This story was so far down I would've missed it if I wasn't backtracking another story.
>> No. 13520
[x] stay still
There's no need to randomly attack the first rabbit that you find. Plus, even if we caught it, I don't think we could cook it due to lack of tinder.
>> No. 13521
[x] snipe the bastard.
>> No. 13522
[x] stay still
>> No. 13524
[x] stay still

>> No. 13528
[x] stay still.

Like the T-Rex, it can't see you if you're not moving.
>> No. 13531
[X] Stay still.
No Anonymous, YOU are the T-Rex that can take this life in a single second.

>[ ] Follow the white rabbit.
I SlowpokeSaw what you did there and raged a little
>> No. 13542
That wasn't a part of the vote, but my silly side decided to kick in. So yeah.

Blame my laziness on that. Plus, with my final project a priority, updating this may depend on whether I have the time to do so.


[ ] stay still.

No matter what your instinct is telling you, you best not make yourself a clear and present danger to the rabbit. Slowly, very slowly you lower your rifle while maintaining eye contact with the rabbit. The creature doesn’t seem to notice it and remains at where it’s standing (or rather, holding its ground). You don’t know what you should do, but again what can you do in such situation?

You hear another rustling voice. This time it’s coming from your right. The rabbit notices the voice, too, and turns its head to the direction. There’s no one to be seem, and the bamboo forest suddenly falls silent. With the exception of the sudden gust of wind, everything else becomes so suspiciously eerie. You have a chilling sensation seeping into your spine, which you shrug off as if it were a fly.

You turn back at the rabbit. It’s still there, only this time it’s watching at you. What is this? Is it interested in you? You need to do something about this creature.

[ ] write-in only.
>> No. 13543
[x] Investigate the area the rustling sounds came from.

Something larger than a rabbit, like a deer.
>> No. 13544
[x] Avoid making sudden movements and try to put the rabbit at ease by talking to it softly
[x] Try to keep yourself aware of any further noises so as to not be ambushed.

It's obviously not a predator, otherwise the rabbit would have fled. Which probably means someone is watching you. It's best to play it cool but keep our senses honed. And act at the right moment.

Day before yesterday I saw a rabbit, and yesterday a deer...
>> No. 13545
[x] Slowly exchange the Mossin for your MP40 and back up. This is definitely a bad sign.
>> No. 13556
>It's obviously not a predator, otherwise the rabbit would have fled.

Uh, no. Freezing is the characteristic response to being observed by a potential predator. Prey animals only start to flee when the predator crosses the flight initiation threshold.
>> No. 13578
>Avoid making sudden movements and try to put the rabbit at ease by talking to it softly.

Soviet Anon now trying to speak in rabbit language?


Writing now as we speak.
>> No. 13583
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[ ] Avoid making sudden movements and try to put the rabbit at ease by talking to it softly.
[ ] Investigate the area the rustling sounds came from.

You don’t want to startle your potential meal, and you certainly don’t want to waste your time chasing it across the nowhere land. If possible, you want to have it captured right away.

“Alright,” you start talking to the rabbit in soft voice, keeping your rifle lowered and pointed at the ground. You don’t know whether it works, but you give it a shot. “I don’t have anything against you and I never hate you for any reasons, but for the sake of Motherland’s sake, you are going to be sacrificed.” You aren’t sure if you get it right (and that just sounds silly in the first place) but the rabbit seems to get your message.

“Look. I’m going to take a look at the shrubs over there,” you speak while pointing to the area the rustling sounds came from. “So you better not leave, or I will have to chase after you.” Is it just or you, or did the rabbit just nod its head? You silently laugh at yourself; this has got to be the most stupid thing you have ever done.

You approach the shrubs and stop a few feet away. You lift your rifle, pull its bolt and aim it at the shrubs. “Who’s there?” Nothing. You must have caused whoever beneath the shrubs to freeze because you no longer hear the rustling sounds. You repeat the question in stern voice but not too loud as to startle the rabbit. Again, there is no response. You begin to wonder if you were imagining things, but you’re quite certain the sounds are real.

You’re certain it’s just your imagination. You lower your rifle and turn back at the rabbit. Thankfully it’s still there, loyally waiting for you. You grin; this little fellow really is something. Just when you open your steps, you hear a thud from behind. The rabbit’s ears rise in alarm and it immediately stands erect on full alert, but it doesn’t run away. You turn back to the shrubs, and see someone falling out of what is used to be her hiding place.

It’s a girl.

[ ] choose your girl.

Remember, folks, this is /Eientei/ and the girl of your choice may be anyone so long as they come only from within this domain. Also, your choice will determine the path our Anon will take in times to come.
>> No. 13586
[x] Reisen
>> No. 13588
[x] Reisen
>> No. 13589
[x] Kaguya

The only thing funnier than this would be Eirin, but a soldier and a princess work well together.
>> No. 13592
[x] Kaguya
>> No. 13593
[x] Reisen

>> No. 13594
[x] Reisen

Target acquired.
>> No. 13595
Updates will be posted in 8-10 hours' time, so keep the vote running.

The only problem our Anon will face once he meet the girl is language barrier. Suggestions are very much welcomed.
>> No. 13596
I don't really want it to be Reisen, and I'd go for Eirin, but since no one else is voting a Kaguya is fine too.
Alcohol, cigarettes, and a burning desire to protect the motherland is more than a proper way to communicate with anyone.
>> No. 13600
>The only problem our Anon will face once he meet the girl is language barrier. Suggestions are very much welcomed.

His father was a veteran of the Russo-Japanese War, and remained completely convinced until his death that Russia's major rival would be Japan. Hence, he went to lengths to have his children learn Japanese so that they may know their "enemy" better.

Failing that, Yukari did it, Eirin's new drug, etc.
>> No. 13616
>His father was a veteran of the Russo-Japanese War, and remained completely convinced until his death that Russia's major rival would be Japan. Hence, he went to lengths to have his children learn Japanese so that they may know their "enemy" better.

Good idea there. Gotta implement that.

Update will be late today, as I'm doing errands at the city at the moment. So yeah, keep on voting, guys.
>> No. 13622
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[x] Kaguya

Seconding this.
I like Reisen, but we've had enough of her.
She's shaping to be the interest in CUtMaS; we're going after-- with any damn luck --Tewi in TALE; Eirin..... well, she wouldn't be quite right for this.

Kaguya needs some time to shine, however.

What? LAE? I've never heard of any story like that.

Moving along.
>> No. 13627
[x] Kaguya

Although I am not sure what she would be doing out on her own. Coming back from a fight with Mokou?
>> No. 13628
[x] Kaguya.
>> No. 13629
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>> No. 13630
Kaguya, eh? This may become interesting.


You take a closer look at the girl. At first glance, she appears to be coming straight out of a fairytale storybook. Her satin black hair seems to go over her slender waist; pink shirt and burgundy skirt that match each other. There’s a mysterious atmosphere surrounding her that demands more attention from you or everyone else.

You shrug. There’s no time for admiration. After all, one question starts to rise up: what is a girl like her doing in a bamboo forest?

“Ouch. I shouldn’t jump out like this.”

Japanese. You’re certain you heard it right.

You remember the lessons of the language you had taken from you father. A veteran of the Russo-Japanese War, as you recall, he remained steadfast to his last breath that the land of the rising sun would be Motherland’s major rival. You can remember the day he insisted to your mother that he taught his children to learn the language so that they understood the “enemy” better.

Another question arises: if the girl speaks Japanese, does that mean you’re in Japan? You cringe. Oh, for Motherland’s sake, of all places you can possibly imagine, you’re now stranded in the very heart of the enemy’s land? Your inner sense dictates that you kill every enemy you come across, and it’s the first thing that had been taught to you when you were first enlisted.

Although from the way the girl looks, you’re doubtful whether she belongs to the enemy or not. Besides, she surely needs some help.

You approach the girl. She’s still oblivious of your presence as she’s still moaning over the fall. Trying your best not to startle her, you extend your arm forward and begin to speak but just when you’re about to open your mouth, she turns to you. Your presence must have startled her, and she looks up at you with a confused expression painted upon her face.

“Who are you?”

[ ] write-in only.


Not sure if I got this right, but I decided to give it a shot anyway.
>> No. 13633
[x] Yuri "John" Ivanov, brother of Aleksandr Ivanov.
>> No. 13635
[x] Vladimir Lem

Dearest of all my friends
>> No. 13636
[x] Vladimir Lem

Have no fear, Vlad is here!

Just when i was replaying Max Payne in the last 5 hours.
>> No. 13637
[x] Yuri "John" Ivanov, brother of Aleksandr Ivanov.

I would go for the Max Payne reference, but I'm too busy cackling like a madman.
>> No. 13638
[x] Yuri "John" Ivanov, brother of Aleksandr Ivanov.

Changing vote, even though it's pretty much the same damn thing.
>> No. 13640

And who is this Aleksandr Ivanov? I've looked up at Google and showed me that there are several persons with this name.
>> No. 13641

Checkout /shrine/. Specifically Paperboy's story.
>> No. 13642


The story starts here.

Basically, a fighter pilot, and a dude with a very similar background to this dude.

He's also a bit of a preacher.
>> No. 13644
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Ah, thanks. Never thought to see another Soviet Anon preceding mine. The story had me laughing and facepalming all the way, and it was quite fun to read, too. Wonder if this Sniper Anon will meet Sturmovik Anon (hurray for Il-2!) someday.

Anyway, updates!


[ ] Yuri “John” Ivanov, brother of Aleksandr Ivanov.

“Yuri Ivanov, brother of Aleksandr Ivanov,” you introduce yourself. “You may call me John, if you want to.” You’re not sure where that name came from, though, and the very mention of it almost makes you laugh silly.

“Yuri… Ivanov?” the girl pronounces the name.

You nod, all while you keep your hand extended. “Need a lift?”

She takes your hand, and you lift her off the ground with a slight groan at your side. “Thanks. It was hell back there, hiding from you,” she says, pointing back to the shrubs she was hiding.

“You were watching,” you say.

“I-it wasn’t intentional,” the girl replies in defiance. “I just got back from settling matters with… a friend.” There’s a slight hint of resent when she mentions ‘friend’, and if she does she definitely isn’t showing it to you. “I know it isn’t polite for a girl to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help it.”

“I can see that,” you shrug. “I’ve seen worse.”

“Though I was quite surprised to see an outsider roaming here in bamboo forest, judging from your name and your clothes,” she continues. “You weren’t, by any chance, abducted by the boundary lady, were you?”

You raise your eyebrow at the mention of ‘outsider’ and ‘kidnapped’. You’re slightly irritated. “What do you mean by kidnapped? I’ve been running away from the Germans for days and I don’t remember anything about being kidnapped!” You pause as to gather your breath. “And what’s with being an outsider? You speak Japanese, you look like Japanese, and therefore this must be Japan! Motherland’s great enemy must me vanquished!”

You fall silent. What a rude way to answer a lady you just generously helped. Calm down, comrade. There’s no time for anger. “Well, I did find a cave back there, and I thought I could hide until the Germans left,” you continue. “So-”

“Cave? What cave? I don’t remember seeing a cave somewhere here,” the girl replies. “Oh, just forget that. You really have no idea of where you’re really at, are you?”

You shake your head. The photographic memory of your dying comrades and its effect must have prompted you to talk nonsense. “I’m sorry. I… was supposed to defend the outpost until reinforcements arrived. Many of my comrades had fallen to the German guns. I was… the only survivor.”

“Ah, so you’re a soldier.” You nod. “And… let me guess. Russia? Soviet Union? Second World War?” You nod to each of the question, unsure of her motive. “And that weapon you’re carrying… a sniper?”

You sheepishly laugh. “I’m still a novice compared to our living legend. His skills surpass everything we zaichatas have.”

“I see. I see.” She nods to herself, digesting the newfound knowledge to her benefit or so. “Enough with the talks. The bamboo forest isn’t safe for outsiders, and you look like you’re in the need for sheltering place. Perhaps you’re hungry, too?”

“With due respect, Ma’am-”

“Kaguya,” she says. “Houraisan Kaguya. Pleased to meet you, Mister Ivanov.” She later smiles. “Oh, yes. This place you claim as Motherland’s great enemy isn’t Japan at all. It’s Gensokyo.”


She just smiles. Somehow, the very sight of the smile soothes your convoluted mind and heals your hurt heart. “I wish I could explain it to you right now, but it’d be better if you could come with me to the Eientei. I’ll let you stay in for the night.”

Gensokyo. Eientei. Kaguya Houraisan. This new piece of information proves to be too invaluable.

“So, Mister Ivanov,” she says. “Are you coming?”

[ ] accept. Use this chance to revitalize, clean up, and maybe learn more about Gensokyo, Eientei and Kaguya herself.
[ ] decline. You have survived the harsh Russian winter, and you’re certain you can survive the wilderness.
>> No. 13645
[†] accept. Use this chance to revitalize, clean up, and maybe learn more about Gensokyo, Eientei and Kaguya herself.
>> No. 13646
[ ] accept. Use this chance to revitalize, clean up, and maybe learn more about Gensokyo, Eientei and Kaguya herself.
>> No. 13650
[X] accept. Use this chance to revitalize, clean up, and maybe learn more about Gensokyo, Eientei and Kaguya herself.
>> No. 13656
[x] accept. Use this chance to revitalize, clean up, and maybe learn more about Gensokyo, Eientei and Kaguya herself.

Did you really need to make this a choice?
>> No. 13679
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Update is 70% complete, and should be ready to post sometimes this afternoon.
>> No. 13686
*[ ] accept. Use this chance to revitalize, clean up, and maybe learn more about Gensokyo, Eientei and Kaguya herself.*

You have survived the harsh Russian winter. In your opinion, if you could live through the hardships, the wilderness should pose you little problem. You’re confident of your survival skill and would probably not have to rely on her hospitality. On the other hand, if you accept, you can use the opportunity to restore your lost strength, clean yourself up and maybe resupply in case you need to go somewhere. Perhaps you can also learn more about Gensokyo, Eientei and Kaguya herself if you choose to go with her. Boosting your otherwise low morale is fine, too.


You holster the rifle over your shoulder and take time to brush dry leaves off your shoulders and soil off your trousers. Can’t afford to make your host wait, you remind yourself. “Alright… Miss Kaguya, I humbly and gladly accept your invitation,” you tell her. “I’ll be relying on you starting today.”

Kaguya clasps her hands, smiling altogether. That has to be the most calming sight you have ever seen. “I’ll be relying on you as well, Mister Ivanov,” she says. “I’ll lead the way to Eientei. Can’t afford to lose my guest in the forest.”

“Thank you, Miss Kaguya,” you say “I owe you for your deeds. But first…”

You look behind. To your delighted surprise, the rabbit’s still there, contently watching you. Smiling to yourself, you kneel, bring your hand forward and tell the rabbit there’s nothing to be afraid of. “What are you doing, Mister Ivanov?” the intrigued Kaguya asks even as the rabbit cautiously approaches you.

You pat the rabbit’s head, letting it nuzzle your palm. “Taking my emergency food ration,” you answer.

Kaguya laughs. Whether it’s because she thinks it’s funny or not, you cannot tell. “Emergency food? Why, the rabbit is interested in you already.”

You frown. “So? Does it really matter to you anyway?” You continually pat the rabbit. “Besides, I’ve heard of a story where you can have lots of luck if you hang rabbit’s paw around your neck.” You fiddle with the 30mm amulet a bit. “Luck is something we zaichatas will do anything to get our hand on.”

“You really are an interesting person, you know,” Kaguya says. “Anyway, we better get going. It gets dark here pretty fast.”

You stand up. “Lead the way.”

The trip is anything but uneventful. Being a quiet person by nature, you don’t talk much along the way, preferring to listen to people’s rants than to speak your mind. So you attentively listen in, as Kaguya expresses her delight to have a guest from the outside world. She also states that it has been many years since she last had an outsider as a guest, and is looking forward Occasionally she will tease you for having the rabbit as emergency food when you can make it a pet instead, which you don’t take very seriously.

“Looks like I’m the one who does all the talks,” Kaguya speaks. “Why don’t you tell me a thing or two about yourself?” You stare at her. Curious as to know her intention, you ask her the reason. “Why, a soldier like you surely has lots of field stories to share. It’s rude not to please a princess, you know.”

You gape. “You’re a princess? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I would’ve-”

Kaguya laughs. “You’re funny, Mister Ivanov! I don’t know what’s really with you, buy you’re so funny!” You can only watch in bewilderment as she keeps laughing, not taking care of the rabbit that seems to sympathize for you. “Ah… I’m really out of my character today. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t laugh at you. Please don’t take it seriously.”

“Anyway, you aren’t just going to let me wait, are you?” she continues. “Tell me a story. I’ll listen to anything.”

You’re not sure where to begin. You can start with stories of your motherland invaded by the German fascists, or you can start with your background. You scratch your chin, thinking of anything that can make a good story.


[ ] write-in only.
>> No. 13687
[x] Tell the events of what took place during the last few days up to now, to the point of your arrival here.

I don't care what the story is, but something that just happened recently strikes harder than those that happened long ago.
>> No. 13692
[X] Tell the story of your struggle against the implacable Nazi war machine, how you lost your comrades holding out against the evil tide.
>> No. 13701
[x] Tell the story of your struggle against the implacable Nazi war machine, how you lost your comrades holding out against the evil tide.

How we brought down the Thousand Year Reich single-handedly!
>> No. 13712
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Update is very slow to write over here. Will not be posting until I get the motivations needed to continue (probably in a couple of days). Picture related.

Just a quick pointer: since we're going to stick with Kaguya route, chances are we will meet Mokou under some circumstances.
>> No. 13716
>holding out against the evil tide

Twice in a row I read that as tilde, then realized it wasn't.
>> No. 13741
[x] Tell the story of your struggle against the implacable Nazi war machine, how you lost your comrades holding out against the evil tide.
>> No. 13810
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Well, sorry for the delayed update. Been out of motivations and such, plus I’m on my final term, so final project comes first (though I'm too lazy to even think about it).

[ ] tell the story of your struggle against the implacable Nazi war machine, how you lost your comrades holding out against the evil tide. And then…
[ ] tell the events of what took place during the last few days up to now, to the point of your arrival here.

“I’m not sure if you’d be interested,” you tell her, scratching the back of the head as you do. “It’s… quite complicated, you see.”

“Oh, come on! I’ve told you I’d listen to anything, remember?” Kaguya urges.

You stop. The rabbit stops as well and looks up at you. You stare at Kaguya, who in turn returns the stare. Your heart skips a bit when both of you have eye contact. Those eyes, they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

After a long time of inner debate, you give it a shot.

“To begin with, as soon as the Nazis invaded our land we got drafted into the army,” you speak. “I was… an anomaly among the people as I had graduated from university months earlier.” You laugh a bit when you remember the days you were going through at boot camp. “I mean… a graduate joining the army as conscript? I should’ve been looking for decent job and looking after my family, but then Mother Russia needed to be protected from the fascists.”

“Well, you surely the not one I’d call conventional soldier,” You notice that Kaguya is smiling. For what reason, you cannot tell. “Tell me more about you and your comrades.”

You cough. “There was I, the strange zaichata. Then there was Kamarov… everybody knows him better for his body odour, and man, he was actually proud of that.” You pause as to take a second to recall your memory. “There were other people I knew apart from Kamarov. There was Sasha the silent bullet, Boris the hyperactive and Gorky the heavy duty guy. We all shared our passion to defend the Motherland and we had sworn upon our blood to become her shield.”

“You’ve got quite an interesting bunch of people back there,” Kaguya coos.

You nod. “My brother was supposed to be with me as well, but he decided to join the air force,” you continue. “I assume that he had things for flying, and he doesn’t talk much about it either, but we understood each other.”

You continue again. “We continued our training and even got our first taste of combat during the defence of Moscow. Then news reached boot camp that the Stalingrad had fallen.” You take a deep breath when you mention the name. “Stalingrad.”

“Battle of Stalingrad… home to the bloodiest conflict ever to take place. I think I’ve read about it,” Kaguya says.

You nod. “Of course, whoever doesn’t like to see their homeland invaded by bloody fascists? I was angry; Kamarov was angry; Boris and Gorky were angry. Sasha? Well, he just wanted to give the Germans a good headshot with his rifle.”

“It was dead winter when we arrived and the city was in its most sorrowful state. The five of us were ordered to find the remaining soldiers in the city, and in doing so we became aware of how grave the situation was.” You pause again. “The Germans… they seemed to have our heads marked: sniper rifles, machineguns, grenades, anti-armour rockets, tanks… even this.” You show her the 30mm amulet dangling over your neck as a proof of how ‘up close and personal’ the encounter was. “It was very close. The German plane would have gotten us if it weren’t for the soldiers we were ordered to look for. They… they bought the plane time so that we could escape and fight another day. They… didn’t make it. This amulet… it’s a reminder of that day.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kaguya apologizes.

You shake your head. “Lots of them had fallen, yes, but their sacrifice was not in vain as we were able to drive the German fascists out of Stalingrad,” you speak, now gaining some degree of morale. “I was more than satisfied to be able to avenge their fall, and I was sure the rest of us were feeling the same.”

You look at Kaguya again. This time you can see her eyes lighting up in admiration. You can tell that she’s becoming more interested in you. “Well?” she asks in excitement. “Do you have more stories to share?”

You decide to go for it and tell Kaguya of how after Stalingrad, you and your division were sent to an outpost outside Kursk, how you had to spend the passing days without any skirmish with the Germans. It was a stark contrast compared to the chaotic days of Stalingrad, and you recall a day when because there was practically nothing better to do Boris proposed the division a game of ‘domination’ where the objective was to secure a waypoint and defend it with any methods for as long as the game went.

The atmosphere of the storytelling switches from amusing to sombre when you reach the part where your outpost was under attack by German artilleries. You start by detailing out how the division was caught completely off-guard and was forced to throw everything it had at the Germans despite being overwhelmingly outnumbered and outgunned. One after another, your comrades fell to the Germans although Boris would not let them pass by charging at them with hands and body full of grenades. And that left you, the zaichata, alone in the mayhem and in spite of your insistence to hold the ground the Commissar had ordered you to retreat to Headquarters.

“And that’s when I found the cave and went in. Figured that I could use it as a hideout until the Germans left,” you speak. “Until I realized that the cave was connected to this place. I decided to go deeper and…” You pause. You take a deep breath. Then you continue. “And that’s how I got here.”

You scratch the back of your head, sighing to know that you’ve done your part. “I hope you find the story interesting. I’m not really good in storytelling, so…”

“That was wonderful!” Kaguya exclaims. “Never before in my life have I listened to a story this engaging! You should tell this to everybody else when during dinner.”

“Ah… hah…” You can only sigh.

By the time the moon rises from the horizon, the three of you have reached your destination. “I certainly never thought our trip would be this lengthy,” you say, looking up at the entrance gate. “So I assume this is the place I’ll be staying in for tonight?”

“I’ll have the accommodations ready, so don’t worry,” Kaguya assures and approaches the gate. As she does so, she’s approached by a person who seems to be flattered by Kaguya’s return. You also notice Kaguya saying a word or two to the person who just nod without any objection. “Mister Ivanov!” she shouts from beyond the gate. “Come over here.”

You oblige. You walk in, closely followed by the rabbit and approach Kaguya. There you can see the person she was talking to earlier. It’s another girl.

[ ] Reisen.
[ ] Eirin.
[ ] Tewi.
[ ] Random earth rabbit.

[ ] greet the said girl. (Write-in is encouraged).
>> No. 13811
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Before I forget, I'd like to apologize if this LA contains inaccuracies in term of historical background, relationship between characters, personalities and such. Oh, blame me for late updates, as well.
>> No. 13817
[†] Eirin.
>> No. 13822
[x] Eirin.
>> No. 13824
[ ] Eirin.
>> No. 13826
[x] Eirin.
>> No. 13830
[x] Reisen.
>> No. 13833
[x] Reisen
>> No. 13834
[x] Eirin.

Hellooooo nurse!
>> No. 13842
[x] Eirin.
>> No. 13850
[ ] Eirin.

The person Kaguya was talking to earlier gives you a strange look. You say nothing much as a response; it appears there’s no need to do so. At best, you’re a stranger in this strange land, and you better not do anything that may upset your host.

“Eirin, this Mister Ivanov here is my guest. He will be staying at Eientei for tonight,” Kaguya tells the person.

The person -- Eirin, as you try to remember the name -- gives you another strange look. This time, she nods a little at your shabby appearance. “Very well,” she says. “Shall I take him to the guestroom, princess?”

Kaguya nods. “As for you, Mister Ivanov.” She later turns to you. “Dinner will be served at eight. We’re expecting you to be present. Just ask Eirin or anyone of the servants where the dining room is, okay?”

“I’ll make sure I’ll be there,” you assure.

Kaguya waves her hand makes haste to another direction, leaving you to the person named Eirin. She says nothing again and, instead, asks you to follow her. You just comply and follow the direction she’s headed to. “You’re an outsider, are you not?” You nod. “It’s very rare to see outsiders around the Eientei, let alone seeing one invited by Her Highness. You must have piqued her interest.” She sounds very cold; at least, that’s how you perceive.

After five minutes of uneventful trip you arrive at the room. “This will be your room,” Eirin tells you and shows you the interior. “It hasn’t been used for many years, but it has everything prepared. Make yourself comfortable.” At this point, you really want to ask her, but you keep the question to yourself. For now, you don’t want to upset her for something you didn’t even do.

“Thank you, Miss Eirin.” She says nothing; this is getting rather irritating (or interesting?), but you decide not to delve in further. You watch as she heads to the direction Kaguya went, wondering if she has issues with visitors (or outsiders). You shrug and take a look around. The room appears to be in the simplest condition; apart from the single mattress and a wardrobe, the room is basically empty, So much for ‘everything prepared’, you grumble. At the very least it’s better than sleeping outdoors, with bullets and shells exploding around you. You could use the opportunity to finally have the rest your body is so desperate for.

Right. You forget how your body smells of reek. You haven’t taken proper shower ever since your inception to the army (but then, how would anyone have time for shower in the middle of war?).

[ ] go take shower.
[ ] rest a bit more; check your inventory while you’re at it.


Dang. Describing Eirin is harder than I originally thought. So much for my understanding.
>> No. 13852
[x] rest a bit more; check your inventory while you’re at it.

A tsundere Eirin is fine, too. Now inb4 Reisen hoses us off in the courtyard.
>> No. 13853
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[ ] go take shower.
>> No. 13860
[ ] go take shower.
>> No. 13874
[ ] go take shower.

Smelly Anon is smelly
>> No. 13877
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[ ] go take shower.

Shower is the best option there is. You don’t want to spoil the atmosphere with your body odour. You put down your gears and search the wardrobe for a towel, hopefully, or anything that can cover your body after taking bath. You also look for any kind of hygienic products to use, and satisfied with what you find inside.

“These should do it.”

With everything set you head towards the door. The moment you slide it open Kaguya enters the room and bumps onto you. You certainly didn’t see it coming, and both of you fall to the floor, dropping all items off your arms.

“Aw, I should be more careful…” Kaguya moans while rubbing her behind. “Oh, Mister Ivanov! I didn’t know you’re in here. I’m sorry.” She rises on her feet and offers to help. “Are you alright?”

“Somewhat.” You take her hand and get up, carefully not falling back (and possibly taking her along). “I was just about to take my shower. What brought you here?”

Kaguya shows you a pair of kimono. “Thought you’d be looking for decent clothing for dinner, so I brought this.”

You scratch your head. That’s so generous of her, but you feel that she’s overenthusiastic about her guest. “About that, Miss Kaguya…”

A rustling sound makes both of you turn. You see the rabbit nudging into your backpack. What is it doing? There’s nothing to be looked at inside the backpack. No, wait. Most intriguing of all, how did it manage to sneak into the mansion unseen?

[ ] ignore the rabbit for now.
[ ] go take shower.

If [ ] go:
[ ] ask Kaguya about the direction.
[ ] look for the bathroom yourself.
>> No. 13878
Sorry, the vote was supposed to be like this:

[ ] ignore the rabbit.
[ ] take the rabbit out of the backpack.

If [ ] ignore:
[ ] ask Kaguya where the bathroom is.
[ ] go find the bathroom yourself.

So ignore the vote in the post and use this one, instead.
>> No. 13880
[X] take the rabbit out of the backpack.
>> No. 13881
[x] take the rabbit out of the backpack.
[x] ask Kaguya where the bathroom is while performing said duty.
>> No. 13886
[X] take the rabbit out of the backpack.
>> No. 13887
[x] take the rabbit out of a hat.
>> No. 13894
[ ] take the rabbit out of the backpack
[ ] Give it to Kaguya as present
>> No. 13945
[x] Take the rabbit out of the backpack
[x] Give it to Kaguya as present
>> No. 13952
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[ ] take the rabbit out of the backpack.
[ ] ask Kaguya where the bathroom is while performing said duty.
[ ] give the rabbit to Kaguya.

“What are you doing?” You take the rabbit out of the backpack, hold it on its nape and stare into its eyes. The rabbit squeaks, struggling to get off your grasp as if it does not like the handling. “Seriously, there’s nothing to be found inside my bag. Silly zaichata,” you tell the rabbit.

You turn to Kaguya. “While we’re at it, do you know where I can have a shower?” you ask and point to your shabby clothes. “I… haven’t taken proper bath for so many months.”

Kaguya gives you a long, intrigued look. Then she laughs and made the ‘that’s smelly’ gesture. “Yeah, you do smell of reek,” she says. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you with the comment.”

You shrug. “I don’t mind. There was someone I knew who never had shower for his entire life.”

“Oh, yes. The bathroom.” She coughs a couple of times and puts the kimono on the floor. “I’d have asked the servants to show you the direction, but let me do the honour. I hope you don’t really mind.”

“You know you don’t have to go as far as showing around,” you tell her.

“But I insist!” Man, is it you or does she look kind of adorable in that dogged, if not pouting, face? “Besides, who’s going to look after the rabbit when you’re having shower?”

Ah, so that’s it. You look back at the rabbit that has begun to calm down, then at Kaguya. “Right.” You give her the rabbit, telling her not to mistreat it. “Can’t afford to lose my food and potential lucky charm,” you say.

“Food? Lucky charm? You’re so cold, Mister Ivanov. She only wants to play with you,” Kaguya says as she cuddles the rabbit. “See?” At this point you really don’t know whether to act cool or burst in a landslide of emotion over the remark. “Aw, Mister Ivanov cannot say anything.”

Putting those setbacks aside, Kaguya agrees to take you to the bathroom under the condition that you must never treat the rabbit as emergency food ration. You dejectedly accept it; you cannot imagine what it must feel like to be at the receiving end of Kaguya’s wrath, even though you have yet to experience it. So you follow her to only-God-know-where-it-is, walking down the seemingly endless corridor while listening to Kaguya’s endless rants. You become aware of the inhabitants who are all looking at you in curiosity every time you walk past them (is it you, or do they have extra pair of ears on their head?).

Finally after what must have taken forever, the two of you reach your destination. You’re more than surprised to know that you’re being taken to an open-air bathroom and you ask Kaguya. “The guest’s bathroom’s under reconstruction,” she says even as she instructs the servant to give you a bucket. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Mister Ivanov.”

“I’m fine with it, anyway,” you say and take the basket and fill it with stuffs you brought from the room. You, then, turn to Kaguya. “So, I take it that dinner will be served in one hour?” She nods. “Well, I guess I have plenty of time to spend in there.”

Kaguya smiles and pats the rabbit’s head. “Enjoy your bath, Mister Ivanov.”
You enter the room. You’re astounded by the magnitude of the space and wonder if a room this size can fit an entire division. It feels very Western, much to the contrast of the Eientei’s overall atmosphere of the Orient.

“Don’t be hesitant to call me or any of the servants if you need some help, sir,” the servant says and closes the sliding door. You pay very little attention to the servant or anything that she said and focused on the steamy pool before you. Definitely one of those ‘indoor hot springs’ you have read from your father’s book before, you think.

You undress, put the dirty uniform in a nearby basket and dive in. The sensation of enveloped by the warm temperature is enough to revitalize your body, and you sigh contently at the refreshed feeling. You lean against the rocky surface, put the sheathed bayonet on the floor next to you (safety first) and begin the long and tedious process of body scrubbing. Somehow, you feel sorry for your comrades who couldn’t have this kind of luxury.

“Did you hear? Princess is taking home a guest.”

“Eh? It’s been a very long time since she’s had one.”

“I heard he’s an outsider. A soldier, on top of that. He doesn’t look like a friendly guy to me.”

“Yeah. I just saw Mistress Eirin leaving his room. She doesn’t look very pleased.”

“I saw how he looked. He’s kind of cute. Did anyone of you ever get his name?”

You pause. The conversation comes from the outside; there are two, possibly three of them judging from the different voices you hear. It takes a couple of minutes before you hear the sliding door opened. Oh, shoot. Neither Kaguya nor the servant told you this room is shared, or the fact that it is off-limit to male occupants.

You have to make decision before they show up.

[ ] take cover.
[ ] hold your ground.
>> No. 13954
[x] hold your ground.
[x] Prepare to fire.
>> No. 13966
[ ] hold your ground.

Soldier that is scared? Don't think so
>> No. 13967
[†] hold your ground.
>> No. 13968
[X] hold your ground.
>> No. 14001
[x] hold your ground.

And I do feel like helping here, so I'll make a couple notes of a miscellaneous sort. Some of the best Soviet soldiers were trained in Siberia, and before the Moscow counteroffensive had been stationed there in case of a Japanese attack (this might not be so relevant, but could still prove useful). Soviet soldiers were often with scarce resources, and if not for American shipments of spam and wheat many would have been close to starvation. Also, some thought helmets to be a sign of cowardice, and opted to simply wear the pilotka caps without a helmet on them. In the case that this uniform is with a Model 1943 gymnastiorka (blouse), it should have a stand-up collar and shoulder boards. As for the weapons, remember that the Mosin-Nagant sniper versions were usually reloaded round by round (as opposed to the stripper clip used by versions without a scope), and keep in mind that to reload an MP40 with a round in the chamber one must simply remove one magazine and attach another, but must pull the bolt back and lock it before this process and release it forwards afterward if the gun was empty. Any questions you might have I'll gladly answer to the best of my ability, but first, out of curiosity: considering the service of Ivanov's division in various sectors and including the battle of Stalingrad, there is a chance it could have been named a Guards division for its service. Any indication on whether it had or hadn't?

(You don't really have to answer that. I was just curious.)
>> No. 14021
Actually I was about to do some research on this, but since you've answered pretty much most of the questions I guess I should thank you.

And regarding the question on Guards' Division, I don't think there was any mentions of it (at least here). As a matter of fact, I had been struggling to think of the division Ivanov would be enlisted in. Help on this will be greatly appreciated.

And here comes the update.

[ ] hold your ground.

Hold your ground, soldier. Do not, for any reason whatsoever, turn away from the enemy. Face yourself against the marauding horde. Defend the line to the last
>> No. 14023
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Fucking connection reset. Why you do this??!!

*[ ] hold your ground.*

Hold your ground, soldier. Do not, for any reason whatsoever, turn away from the enemy. Face yourself against the marauding horde. Defend the line to the last drop of your blood. You have been taught of the value of the Motherland and the necessity to sacrifice one’s life for its sake.

With that decided you reach out for the knife and ready yourself. Whatever happens happens. You aren’t afraid of anything and you cannot afford to show the enemy your fear. Not here, not now.

“Guys! The princess’ summoning us to her room.”

“What? But we’re already going to take our bath!”

“No buts! She needs all of you right now.”

“Awww! When we thought we could do THIS and THAT… jeez. You don’t have to be this mean, Reisen…”

“You always want THIS and THAT… come on, guys!”

They leave. You sink into the water, sighing deeply in relief. Thank goodness they’ve got their attention diverted. You have to thank Kaguya for saving you from the critical time, even though she may not know. Though you have to wonder by what the girls mean by THIS and THAT.

Also, there’s a certain Reisen in the group. Perhaps she’s the chief of the ladies you stumbled across up till now? You take no regard of that and continue basking in the water for a few more minutes, hoping to have a moment of privacy inside this room.

That is, until a hand suddenly taps your shoulder.

You turn around, to be greeted by a woman sticking out of an unknown material that seems to come out of nowhere. You almost jump off the pool, surprised by the unexpected presence of the mysterious woman. She merely giggles at your reaction and hides her face behind a fan, her eyes narrowing at the sight of your naked chest.

“What’s the matter? Surprised to see me? Silly outsider; at least you should thank me for the cave,” she says.

Cave? Thank? Outsider? Your mind reels back to the cave you discovered during the runaway. Then, as if you’re struck by the hammer of revelation you point straight at her face. “It’s you!!”

[ ] Write-in only.
>> No. 14025

Many writers use Word/Wordpad to write their stories, not the post box. It maybe of some use to you.
>> No. 14026
[x] "For the sake of motherland, let the coals of war blaze and damn my luck along with my soul!"
[x] Grab the woman by the arm and flip her into the bath water. Get into fighting position.

No, no. I know exactly what I'm doing.
>> No. 14027
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I'm using Word as we speak. It's when I submit the post that poses the problem (I blame this to my broadband connection that sometimes disconnects without any warning).

The avatar pretty much describes my feeling.

Wait. What?
>> No. 14035
How about we do something completely different this time around and be THANKFUL to Yukari for bailing us out of that warzone ...
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