You groan, a sharp pain throbbing in your head as you wake up. You probably shouldn't have gone on a bender like you did.

In fact, you probably shouldn't have gone on one at all. Last night, which was the your first bender, was coincidentally your first drink at all. You groan again, raising your hand to your head.

For a few seconds you think about how much smaller your hand feels, but then dismiss it. It must just be your imagination, or a remnant of the alcohol still being purged from your system.

The memories from last night are hazy, but with a bit of concentration they come back to you. Basically, you and your bros decided to go out for a drink, and you had let slip that you had never drunk actual liquor before.

Needless to say, you regretted it.

You remember pub crawling for quite a while, then finally settling down in this weird eastern-themed pub/hotel or something. The lady at the counter didn't look eastern - you think; still a little hazy. She was... Blonde? Something like that. She also had this weird, real ornate dress

Then, the next thing you remember is just before you were about to check in for the night, she said something a little weird.

"Have a good night's sleep, and don't forget; a dream is just a gateay to somewhere you haven't seen before~"

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[m+1] What 'interests you' exactly?
-[m+1] She's human.
--[m+1] A sennin, whatever that is.

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"My, didn't I just say~?"

"You evaded the question."

"Ohh~? Did I, now...?" She titters a bit.

You sigh. You're a bit bothered by how she's bothering you so much less than before. "Still, why are you, erm..." You blush a bit, remembering that this situation is a bit embarrassing.

You arrive at the location of the distress signal. There it is, the frigate Orpheon. It seems to have suffered damage recently, no doubt due to someone taking offense at the actions of the vessel’s latest crew. You bring your ship alongside to board the ship.

It doesn't take long for you to make your way inside the ship, and you are greeted with a rather gruesome sight as the airlock finishes cycling. In the room ahead lies a myriad of corpses. The most obvious one appears to be some massive insectoid creature, which seems to have punctured the hull. However, the internal atmosphere seems to have forced the remains back into the hole, sealing it. Further, there appears to be a number of pirate corpses. However, your theory is shattered when one raises its weapon and levels it at you. You put the wounded assailant out of your misery with a quick blast and proceed through the ship.

You make your way through the ship, and find a room filled with terminals, which you use to acquire a map of the ship. You also notice a number of files regarding the experiments the pirates have been performing. A quick skimming reveals that most of the creatures aboard the vessel are being used as test subjects for enhancement. You perform a quick scan for locations of interest on the ship, and notice an unusual energy signature in the reactor core.

As you enter the reactor room an alarm blares, prompting a massive insectoid to descend into the center of the room. You manage to make out the words “lockdown initiated” over the intercom before the bug unleashes a beam of energy, which narrowly misses you. A quick scan of the monstrosity reveals it to be a variant of one of the parasite samples, horribly mutated by the pirates. How the hell did they manage to give a bug lasers? You open fire on the abomination, only to be struck by the next beam. The impact throws you against the wall, draining your shields significantly. You collect yourself and ready your weapon, preparing to dodge the next blast. As you leap to the side, you launch a missile straight at the deformed head of the mutant, and follow this up with several blasts from your beam cannon. This only seems to anger the beast,

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“Sisters! To me!” you raised your sabre and spurred your white courser into motion, riding her along the small path running beside a clear river that, if you’re not leading your cavalry group out of its certain death, you’d definitely like to swim in, taking off your hot coat of plates.


Behind you, your hundred sisters, mostly of freed slaves, followed you closely on their own, specially-bred white horses, riding tightly on that small and rough path. However, although perhaps scared and confused after they had suddenly been brought to what seemed like a fantasy land many of them had read or heard about in old tales, they were still the best riders the newly restored kingdom of Calradia had to offer, and they had no problem keeping up with you.


“Keep your shield up!” shouted a fair skinned, red haired lady riding to your right. She was Liliana, your lieutenant, your second in command, and although she might not be your best rider, being a native Rhodokian, you had found through your long years of fighting together under your queen that her tactical brilliance made up for it most of the time.


Liliana’s command was spot on. The seemingly calm forest to your left suddenly spat out a rain of arrows, and you could hear the scream of your less experienced, newly initiated sisters near the back of your formation.

I need something shorter quicker, and lighter to write. So why not? Unless bad writing is bad. I want to update this either daily or every few days max, barring times of emergency. Else, it should die. Shooting for less than a thousand words per update for efficiency purposes, if appropriate.

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“Wheeere shooould I gooo todaaay? Wheeere shooould I gooo to-DAAAY?”

Cirno skips along the grass, the trees quiet around her.

Then, a high pitched sound. Like a drops of water falling one after another, but instead of a drip, it’s a chirping sound.

“Eh?” The ice fairy blinks, perking her head and looking around. “Huh? Huh?”

She looks left. She looks right. Then, she looks at the ground to her left. Then to her right. The high-pitched drops of water continue to fall.

“Where’s that coming from?”

With nothing to deter you, your small group actually manages to reach the end of the village rather quickly.

“Well, it's been a pleasure,” Kagerou says, sounding somewhat hurried. “I’ll visit you guys later so—ACK!”

You feel your arm being jerked as Sekibanki lunges and presumably catches Kagerou in a grip. For what reason you don’t know.

“Oh, no you don't,” she calmly seeths. “I’m sure Koishi is just dying to see you as much as she is for me.”

“Aww…”

You turn to Sekibanki’s voice and raise an eyebrow.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Fair enough.

Act 1:
>>188147 1: Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
>>188477 2: Iron Giant
>>189365 3: Phantom Menace
>>190278 4: A New Hope
>>191322 5: Return of the Jedi
>>192352 6: Longest Yard
>>195020 7: The Clone Wars
>>/i/740 Pictures: Memento

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You look to the thankfully dim woods beyond the grand doors. Being snow blind isn't on your to-do list, after all. The way the light is so dim makes it a very serene scene, honestly. It's not snowing, but there's just so much. You reach out for some with your good hand, leaving best hand to warily hide in your left sleeve like a cosmic snail.

Every city has rules. Not the Law, that's different. The Law is for the drek, the everyday common man or woman who's a part of the system. It's good for most people, ya know - don't kill no one, don't steal from nobody, report suspicious behavior, don't turn off your RFID, and all that shit. You break the Law, the Corp sends a few police to straighten you out; sometimes it's a beatin', sometimes its jailtime, usually though, it's a fine. 'Course, the got damn fines are so high for most of us that you can't pay it, then they beat you and throw you in jail anyway, rottin away in a hole while the rest of the shit floats on by.

But I ain't talking about the Law; I'm talking about the Rules. The Rules are different in every city. Gensokyo ain't no exception to that either. The City don't get many visitors that are mundane - that don't got a bit of magic in them - so all the rules are about what ya do with your magic. Human, youkai, whatever, you follow the rules or you get shitcanned. I ain't talkin' about the police, naw; Gensokyo PD is lazy and corrupt, worse than all the rest. What you gotta worry about here is the security, but if you know the rules you can avoid that too. There's a few big ones you gotta watch out for, but after that you're golden.

The first rule: There's a balance of power, don't fuck with it. You can play your games here, you can mess around with things, but at the end of the day, there's a status quo that the people here expect and want to keep. That is, there are two big factions that work in tandem to keep the peace, and we wanna keep it that way. On one side, you got Eientei Corp. On the other, you have the Yakumo Clan. Sometimes one side or the other gets it in their head they wanna take over and they gotta be beat down, but don't you worry about that. We got our own enforcers for that shit. Now every human and youkai is on one side or the other of that particular can of shit, but my advice to you is to stay out of it. I don't care what you came here for; business, pleasure, both, neither, I couldn't give a shit - but we worked hard t

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[X] Leave, head to Misty Lake to get back guns & practice flight, then head to the Garden of the Sun.

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You step off into the air as soon as you exit the gate. Turning around, you see Junko walking towards the floating Celestial. Words seem to be exchanged, either banter or terms of engagement, then they move some distance away from the village in an empty field. Tenshi lands on the ground and Junko spits out her cigarette and draws her own sword.

Junko raises her hand, palm upturned, and a disproportionate amount of gray smoke starts billowing from the discarded cigarette, obscuring her from view in seconds. Tenshi takes a step back in alarm, brandishing her sword as rocks rise into the air around her.

You turn away. You’ve already seen what comes next, and while it’d be pretty funny to watch Tenshi blunder through her first illusions, you have more important matters to deal with.

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I held off from asking too much all at once. It was already too easy to get bogged down by Tewi’s ceaseless interjections. As amusing as some of the things she said were, I actually had a few things that I wanted to know.

More than once, I had reason to doubt I was being told the whole truth. “Peace and quiet is something that everyone here loves. We’re really just really boring people if I’m honest,” Reisen said at one point, her slight laugh betraying some of her nervousness. But I didn’t press too hard. If there were things that they didn’t want to tell me, that was fine too. I could piece together enough to have a coherent idea of what things were really like.

Putting it succinctly: Reisen was nominally in charge of the rabbits. Most of the work was delegated to Tewi, who had a longer history with the local rabbits. I couldn’t quite figure out why have Reisen be a leader at all; blunting Tewi’s whims wasn’t reason enough. Maybe her parents had been rabbit leaders as well. At any rate, Reisen reported to her master, a doctor of some sort who also apprenticed her in the ways of medicine. This master was more or less in charge of the big decisions, judging by Reisen’s praise-filled words and Tewi’s relative quiet on the subject. But the mansion, this Eientei, belonged to someone else – a friend of the doctor – who was a kind and quiet figure. She was a princess if Reisen were to be believed.

Tewi held back from making any jokes about those two. Clearly there was a level of implicit respect or, at least fear, that kept her from voicing whatever her real opinion was in front of a stranger like me. All she had to add was that rabbits were happy living at Eientei. Both normal and youkai rabbits lived side by side and they had shelter, food and a space to play and be happy.

“You should see us pound mochi!” Tewi said, her arms crossed as she bragged, “It takes a while, but all the camaraderie pays off. It’s the best stuff you’ll taste anywhere.”

“Most of our days are pretty