Which looks oddly cute, somehow, with the way her many doll limbs move in a stompy wave.
Flowey sounds concerned from the phone. "Renko, what's wrong?"
"I accidentally turned a doll into a centipede."
A long silence fills the air. "How?"
"Heck if I know."
You soon catch up, finding the centidoll curled up in a coil of depression and self loathing. Well, or so you think; with the lack of facial expressions, it'd be hard to say for sure, but her eyes are downcast and she looks on the verge of tears.
You frown, knowing this to be your fault. "...I'm really sorry."
The doll looks up at you. It doesn't look pleased to see you, but it looks a bit less angry.
Probably.
Although, the fact that it has narrowed its eyes does make you think it is still a bit angry.
You kneel down in front on the doll, scooping her up under her arms.
Her top arms, at least.
Where did you get the rest from, anyways?
She looks at you oddly, or so you assume, what with how she narrowed an eye and tilted her head.
Of course, her eyes shoot open when you pull her into a hug. You smile down at her as she looks up at you in confusion, tears welling up in her eyes.
You awkwardly shift the weight in your arms, trying to carry the doll into a princess carry. Thankfully half her is already on your shoulders, or else-
And then you go flying!
You scream when you crash into the wall at high speeds. You think you felt something break.
0/22HP
Your consciousness begins to fade.
You feel determined to stay conscious.
-1DT
+1 MAX DT
7/13DT
The doll's eyes bore into you with their intensity.
And yet you've yet to kill anyone, now have you? Besides, there will be other playthroughs, and, quite frankly, I think you're going to not be able to save literally every Touhou in Touhou on your first playthrough, along with tons of random encounter.
>>188564 Whoops, I admit my bad didn't notice the italics. But if they were holding back the spoiler tags... that means we'll be getting a lot more spoiler tags?
I like having spoiler tags. I want a whole list of spoiler tags. (nah I kid, it's tiring to hover my mouse over em to read em)
Ohh? Just bold, not italics you say~? I did tell you guys this for a reason, though.
Mind you, you guys also turned on these things mattering by making a deal out of it~ After all, in votes they mean quite a lot, and typically only mean something if there are multiples of this going on~
Mind you, I'm just teasing you guys, but regardless, you did ask for this in a way...
Ohh! It's you! Did my little example help any~? Sorry if it had some errors; I was more going for punching it out fast so I could write, and it was hardly a grammatical lesson.
I can just tell we'll get along well, with an interesting vote like that, though~ After all, those would work together, under normal situations.
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Your eyes fill with determination as you cry out the name, "Maribel, where are you!?"
You hear a yelp beside you. Looking, you find the girl in question rubbing her ear and giving you a dirty look.
It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming...
It's a great day for an adventure in the mountains.
"Sorry, Mari." You rub the back of your head. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
She lets out a long suffering sigh. "You did that just so you could ask, couldn't you?" You nod earnestly, earning a flat look. "...You know what, fine." She has a slightly troubled look on her face.
It's not the usual troubled look, either.
You know what to do... You need to...
Lv1
HP20/20
DT0/5
[]Makeout with her ear to cheer her up, and then ask her when she's been softened up.
[]Peck her ear, and when she's flustered, ask her what's up.
[]Just hug her. If she's going to worry you, you'll worry her back.
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You hug the taller girl from the side, smiling up at her. Before she can prepare herself, you suddenly peck her ear. "Pain, pain, go away..." Her face is a little redder. Not as Red as you'd like, but... "So, what's up, Mari."
She flinches. "No, nothing's up, honestly."
"Then why'd you flinch?"
You begin looking her over. When she looks to you to respond, she jumps, rubbing her eyes.
Maribel
You feel like you've forgotten something important...
"No reason..." She glances at you from the corner of her eye with mild worry.
Was a bit sleepy and got distracted due to this. Anywho, should be up soon enough.
Didn't help that I thought a widow bit me, so, uhh... Yeah, wasn't in the best of states for anything but going into a tizzy. 'Least I wasn't too busy, nor did it make me dizzy.
Anywho, I'm back in the hizzy. Bust out the fizzy.
Accept that horrible little torrent of rhymes as my apology for calling it without writing much.
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You frown. "Mari, you know you're a terrible liar." Your friend simply sighs in response, and you can tell that she agrees. But, in that case, why is she even persisting? Something's not right... "Mari, please. Stop hiding it and come clean, or I'll have to take drastic measures."
"...Fine."
"Ohh? Then you'll tell me?"
"No."
...You're honestly not sure what to do with that. Just what sort of thing would she think your drastic measures are? "...Then give me a kiss instead."
Her face goes scarlet. "Why is everything kissing and hugging with you?"
You raise a brow. "Because I like doing those things."
She grumbles. "Fine. Do your worst." She squeezes her eyes shut, cowering.
...Dang it, now you feel like the bad guy. you grab her by the shoulders, jerking her towards you. She's trembling for crying out loud! "F-fine!"
Sadly, you didn't predict her head colliding with yours, so while you did kiss her, you also headbutted her, causing you both to fall on your butts, wincing.
Mari glares at you. "Renko, that isn't how you're supposed to kiss!"
"I know, I know!" You wince, rubbing your head. "I didn't think you'd be so loosie goosie like that, that's all... It's almost like you wanted it or something..."
Her face goes redder still, looking almost like a particularly cute beet.
You'll just ignore that oddly adorable mental image of a beet with Mari's face.
"Ihavenoideawhatyou'retalkingaboutshutup!" You're honestly a bit shocked her voice can go that high.
You wince, rubbing your ears. "Jeez, Mari, quit shouting!"
"Then stop saying stupid things like that!" She huffs, having averted her eyes. "Seriously, this girl..." She grumbles.
You groan as you wake. That was a really weird dream. Still... how could you forget Mari?
Remembering Mari filled you with great Determination!
+5 Permanant MAX DT
You realize something is crushing you into the grass beneath you a bit. Looking to that something, you find a girl straddling your waist.
...You aren't sure what to feel about that.
Or that huge grin.
Or that knife.
Or that dead look in her eyes.
Or that knife.
"H-" In but a moment, she's gone, her eyebrows waggling the whole time. "-i." You're left thoroughly bothered by so many things involving this happening.
And then you aren't.
Sighing, you look around as you sit up, but find something heavy and concerningly strap-like on your chest. Looking down, you spot your dolly... Well, you aren't sure if calling her a friend is- Wait, why aren't you dead? Those bullet things looked freaking dangerous... Heck, you feel-
Wait...
You wiggle your ankle, wincing. Still painful...
You wiggle your waist a bit and do a crunch. "My ribs aren't broken, though..." You unbutton your top, peeking under the bandages. "And my puncture wounds are gone as well..."
...Were those friendliness bullets?
Wait, where are you? It's so dark...
Seems oddly familiar, and you think you see some light coming out of a side passage a ways away.
Lv1
HP20/20.2
DT10/10.8
Limit 1:
[]Flowey must have been trying to heal you! As was Hourai!
>>188749 [X]Flowey must have been trying to heal you! As was Hourai!
[X]Check
-Hourai.
I'm going to walk Renko through this, and she is going to listen because her every action is decreed by a bunch of assholes behind a computer screen, god damn:
[X]Try to fix the doll against your better judgement, as you want to make her cuter.
-[X] neck to head
-[X] shoulder to upper-arm (once on each opposing side)
--[X] Forearm to elbow (once per elbow)
---[X] Hand to forearm (once per forearm)
-[X] hip to thigh (once on each opposing side)
--[X] knee to femur (once per knee)
---[X] foot to femur (once per femur)
[-x-] Flowey must have been trying to heal you! As was Hourai!
[-x-] Ask the doll if she wants us to help her anymore
-[-x-] If so, ask her to tell you how to fix her.
I dunno, I'd love to see a reaction of a return agent if a tax return had only letters on it.
As an aside note, there was a Twitch Plays Undertale. They beat it.
I'd love to see them beat SA or LoLK. Doubly so on Lunatic or EX. It'd be like a chaotic butterfly hopped up on a quarter ton of sugar that spams bombs like crazy.
Getting back to work shortly. I kinda didn't sleep last night, so I was exhausted.
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You smile, realizing that the two of them were just trying to help you all along as you idly pet Hourai's hair. You're not sure when your hand reached for it, but it's silky... Very silky.
You pet her and pet her and pet and pet, pet, pet some more.
This is oddly addictive.
You feel the tiny head move in your hand, looking up to you. You smile. "Good morning."
You think you spy her lower lids raise in the dark, announcing her happy greeting to the world in the most subtle of ways. You consider if most might miss these subtle queues, but you like to think that you're very attentive and perceptive.
Many disagree, but still.
"Thanks for healing me." At her odd look, you ask, "Did you not...?" She shakes her head, earning her a frown and a flash of light.
...Okay, that's going to be useful for lightly your path.
The growing seems to have thankfully stopped for now.
You earn a glare for your troubles, which is returned with a blush.
Okay, yeah, you deserve that.
You decide to ḩ̢ưg̕ the monstrously adorable thing that you've made pout, petting her some more. "Sorry, I just seem to have an odd eye power or something, and I was curious.
She stiffens.
Which is difficult to get across, what with the lack of joints to lock or muscles to stiffen.
"What?"
She looks up at you probingly.
You decide to flash the darkness around you.
Flower Field lv2
There's something not quite right about these flowers...
How on Earth do flowers have a level...? Or maybe you're looking at it wrong...
...Wait, is it getting easier to see? I mean, already you were a little confused as to why you could tell what's going on while not being able to really see. You look down at yourself, flashing your eyes.
Renko's Chest Lv1 5DEF 5MDEF 0ATK 5MATK
A particularly full AA. Mostly consists of bone, making for an effective defense.
Sadly lacking in "offensive" ability due to this, though.
...
You grumble, not liking the quotations in that, and decide to do the same to your pockets.
Inventory Lv1 10Def 10MDEF 0ATK 0MATK
Pocket Knife Lv1 5ATK
-A small knife, more useful as a tool than a weapon.
Hand Mirror
-Rather handy.
Phone
-This thing looks ancient...
Smartphone
-Your trusty phone, full of numbers of people you know and riddles for the numbers of people you don't want getting out.
Hat Lv2 10DEF 10MDEF 5MATK
-One of your oldest possessions, given to you by your grandmother, who thought you'd make it look good some day. You were one slick 5 year-old.
Buttons
-Happy as can be.
Thread and Needle Lv7 ATK1
-Using this is always a bloody affair for you. So use it.
Well, at least your phone's in there.
You pull out the mirror, looking yourself over. Your eyes flash on their own, blinding you.
Okay, you should have expected that...
Renko Lv1 20DEF 20MDEF 5ATK 5MATK
A girl mostly consisting of hidden pockets and flirting. Easily upset, prone to hugging and bursting with confidence; those she will not flirt with are next to none.
You can't help but blush at that assessment, though you're still seeing yourself in the mirror; hopefully you didn't hurt yourself.
Rubbing your eyes a bit, you find you can see again to a degree. Looking to Hourai, you find her shaking with silent laughter, her lower lids raised in amusement and a hand over her mouth.
Making the doll you ruined laugh fills you with Determination!
+1 MAX DT
"So, uhh... Do you... want me to try and fix you...?"
The silent laughter stops.
"With help of course!"
She stares, her eyes narrowing.
"Your help."
She blinks, before tilting her head.
"Well, I want to make this right. I mean, I think you're still pretty like this, but if you want...?"
She looks shocked.
Or maybe that was just her eyes falling out.
As she pushes them back in, she looks to you. Her body language seems non-hostile, so you smile.
She shakes her head, surprisingly enough, and just gives your face a hug with a dozen arms.
This is mildly uncomfortable for many reasons, but you decide to just return it, though you do so lower, as effectively hugging your own face would be a little weird.
[]Develop system for communication.
-[]Secret code.
-[]Nods.
-[]One-blink two-blink.
-[]Secret handshakes.
-[]Write-in.
[X]Develop system for communication.
-[X]One-blink two-blink.
-[X]Or see if she can text using your phone, that works too.
[X]Ask if she has a phone number.
[X]Just sit in the dark, in this odd flower patch. Not like you're in a hurry or anything.
[X]Develop system for communication.
-[X] Texting?
[X]Ask if she has a phone number.
[X]Ý̶̡̕ǫ̵̨҉ų͜͞ ̷̶̛̀t̀͟w̨o̵͝ ̸͟a̸͢͠r҉͢͞e̶̴͢͝͠ ̵̡͞c̸̶̕͜u͢͢͝͞t͟͟͠é͢.̡̨̀
I'm not sure if removing Zalgo is a good thing, so I'll keep it in.
[-x-] Develop system for communication.
-[-x-] One-blink two-blink.
-[-x-] Or see if she can text using your phone, that works too.
[-x-] Ask if she has a phone number.
[-x-] Do while traveling.
[X] Develop system for communication.
[X] One-blink two-blink.
[X] Or see if she can text using your phone, that works too.
[X] Ask if she has a phone number.
[X] Do while traveling.
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You stroke your chin, slowly leading it down your non-existent beard, before repeating the action a few times. "We need to figure out a way to talk. How about clapping?"
The doll gives you an odd look.
"In morse?"
The odd look dries out.
Still, she smacks her top two hands together regardless, teaching you that they aren't the best for clapping based simply on how quiet they are.
"Okay, dumb idea. How about One-blink two-blink?" The look she gives you sucks up its lost water, returning to odd. "Y'know, "One blink for yes, two for no"? We can even throw in three to get ready and four to go!"
She shakes her head, shaking with slight amusement.
"Well, we'll figure it out while we walk. Can you walk?"
She nods, but takes it a step further by floating like a Chinese dragon.
"Show off." Sighing, you rummage for your phone as you walk toward the all too familiar set of massive doors. "You know how to text?" You earn a tilt of her head, making you sigh again. "Okay, I'll try to teach you." Opening your phone, you ask, "Are you familiar with texting, first off?"
She shakes her head.
"Typing?"
Again, a negative.
"Writing."
She seems hesitant as she nods.
This gives you pause. "...Can you read the keyboard?"
She shakes her head in a negative.
You sigh again. flipping to the language settings, and try showing her English for starters, as it's the most probable.
She stares at it, looking quite curious, judging her how she's tapping her lip and tilting her head. She then nods, earning a smile from you, so you turn that one on, getting your translation app ready just in case, and place the phone before her. "Just hit the buttons you want with your fingers. It'll respond to your finger... prints."
...Crap.
"Okay, point to what you want and I'll hit it for you. Anyways, first question: can you understand me?" The answer comes quickly, and thankfully the translation software holds up. "Yes? Okay, good. And, next, why don't you want help?"
You slowly watch as the words fill the screen with every letter added. You have only a vague idea what it means, as you only know a very small amount of english.
When done, you press translate, and...
If I have to, I'm for you can do it yourself, you do not want such a thing. In addition, you can, because the seem to really like this form, I do not see any need.
...Dammit. "Oooookay, then, erm... Right, next question: what do you mean by, and I quote, "私がしなければならない場合、私はそれを自分で行うことができますのために私は、そのようなことを望んでいません。さらに、あなたは、このフォームを気に入っているように見えるので、私は必要性を全く見ません。"?" You hope she doesn't tease you too badly about English pronunciation...
The doll gives you the strangest look, before looking at the words she had you type oddly.
Good, she thinks it's weird, too. "Okay, next order of business: do you have a phone number?"
She begins typing, with your help. "no i don't."
...Huh. That actually works. "Alright."
You peek through the doors you had been idling by, and, sure enough, on the other side is the patch of flowers you met Flowey in.
Assuming the groping bonus is multiplicative and not additive. After all, +5 and x5 are quite different when dealing with a 0. There's also the fact it could be a rounded value, as if it's below 0.5, it might be rounded down~
Maybe genocide starts if Renko gets DD's. Only time will tell!
You sigh. How many resets has this been? How many more till you save them all?
You shake your head. It's these damned breasts' fault... Every monster you meet feels the call, burrying their face deep within you.
And then they die, just like that.
Why did you have to reset? Gaining a cup with every reset was nice at first, but, well...
That was before people simply crawled into them to die. At first you could reach far enough to keep them out, but now? Now you have to keep them out by using them like a hammer and praying...
But, no matter what, you'll stay Determined. You'll sort out this mess. You'll save Flowey, you'll save Satori, you'll save Mari...
"Hey, Flowey, you out there?" You head up to the flower patch, checking for her.
Flowey Patch - Lv4 ATK0 MATK0 DEF0 MDEF0
There seems to be a Flowey Hatch hidden amongst the flower patch.
"Guess not." You continue on, deciding to ignore the hatch in lough of doing something contradictory.
As you head off, you grasp your breasts, always prepared for battle.
You have trouble doing so.
You grumble, stopping.
You swiftly solve puzzle after puzzle on your way back to where you were, and soon end up back where you left off.
Heading through the door, you... find a young girl in blue balancing a small, sharp-looking shard of ice on her finger tip.
The water in this room is frozen, and you can see your breath. Not only that, but you really freaking wish you wore a coat, at this point.
Or maybe a parka.
Or maybe just slathered yourself in blubber and ran on by.
It's so cold it burns
-1HP
You try to pass her, but you hear what sounds like a bullet ricocheting off the ground. Looking down, you find the ground- Whoa!
You fall on your rear.
The little bluenette suddenly hops to her feet, grinning. "Well, what have we here? Didn't think I'd see a monochrome fairy all the way down here!" ...Is that a thing?
Hourai frowns.
Lv1
HP19/20.2
DT10/11.8
-1HP per vote used in update.
[]Agree; you're definitely a fairy. An ambassador from the surface, in fact.
Flat Chested Alliance, unite! We'll get all the flat girls together to aid us! Perhaps they can even rub each other to BOOST THE DAMAGE OUTPUT of our STRONGEST WEAPONS!
That just means that they gave a NOBLE SACRIFICE to AID THE CAUSE. Sacrificing your SYMBOL OF STATUS to keep the Alliance safe? Sure, that'll get you kicked out...
... But the bravery shown in such a moment would be worthy of being recorded in the annals of FCA History!
Yes, they may have breasts on their chest, but in their heart, as well as on their face due to being kicked out, they will always be remembered as flat.
They will have a monument dedicated to them in the salt flats.
The monument will be a pair of giant nipples, just to prove that they are the flattest there ever were and ever will be.
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You watch as Cirno's stiff body slowly melts into snow. As her body falls to pieces, you watch an arm fall off, only to explode into powdery whiteness upon impact with the ground. Not only that, but even her clothes are slowly turned to snow as you watch her flesh without and within wear away like it was rubbed down with sandpaper for hours in but an instant. Any semblance of the possibly chilling blood within, or even any trace, quickly is wiped away as it becomes snow as well. Every drop that hits the ground, every drip or splatter from her ruined flesh, and indeed, every ounce of her body as a whole, soon becomes that same white powder.
You are left staring at a pile of snow as the room around you rapidly thaws, nothing left of the icy girl that once was. Nothing recognizable, at least.
Not one hair, nor her perhaps overconfident smile, though you do spot a stick in the pile. You pocket it, not sure how to feel about doing so, but feeling as if you want something to remember her by, one way or the other.
Did... you just kill her with your eyes?
Did you just... did you kill a little girl just now?
Sure she hurt you, but...
...You don't know what to say.
The sight of the pile of snow fills you with Determination.
[x] Immense confusion. What? I mean, seriously, what?
So we found a random ice girl, got hit by a glacier, talked about breast size, and then the girl disintegrated into snow for literally no reason. Sure I guess that's sad and all, but seriously, what?
>>188997 Reset/True Reset would be viable options if **this quest would update a lot more holy fuck**
[x] Immense confusion. What? I mean, seriously, what?
Something tells me that even mentioning our breasts to whatever that we currently target deals immense damage to our enemies. Otherwise, we could not have defeated the Strongest so soundly!
>>189011 Our unbeatable small chest wounded her pride and broke her innocence?
[x] Reset (...maybe tomorrow)
When I said perfect run I meant it.
Following her footsteps sounds good too, but we can do that with her guidance. It'll be a good penance for our sin (just because no one will remember it, doesn't mean it will cease to exist)
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder; if you truly want perfection, you must accept that you will never get perfection, and only then will you ever get perfection.
But then, you guys want a pacifist run, so who am I to judge? I'm just a sadist who wants to take away all the things you love, if you let me~ Because every fight shall be a puzzle, and every puzzle shall be a fight.
Still, if you want perfection, I'll teach you a lesson that I learned shortly after being dragged to this site, years ago.
There was a time we learned a lesson from a doll; she made the readers truly on the ball.
She may have taught us a lesson seemingly small, but this lesson stuck with me to re-teach you all.
>>189044 It's true. I was more referring to the attitude of the story. It seems like we're going to have to claw characters back from their inevitable demise and never let our guard down.
Nine eyes means seven tries, right? Well, or maybe three, depending on the conversion. But then what if 1 is the minimum? Then it's anyone's guess!
Sorry, I like playing with math.
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Tears cascade down your cheeks as you look upon the rapidly melting dusty whiteness.
You feel confused. Why is the ice all melting? That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works!
In your confusion, you look at the stick, hoping for answers.
Unidentified Stick Lv9 0DEF 5MDEF 1ATK 5MATK
You feel as if you could figure out its function if you use your eyes more.
Use them more? Seriously? Can you ever use them again after you did this?
Of the things you know, it's the most likely cause of her death; breasts don't kill people, no matter how fragile. Maybe make them do it for you, but at your size? You're hardly bigger than her.
Arms clamp around your face. You feel for the cause, finding it to be the hanged doll you forgot you were holding against you.
Surprise, surprise, she broke free of your grasp, or at least you think she did.
Maybe you just dropped her out of shock.
She looks worried, her slight narrowed eyes being your only clue. Although, you note that her lower lids are more narrowed than her top.
Her arms are open, obviously offering a stiff, chilly embrace, what with the room being cold.
[]You've got blood on your hands from your cherry being popped; make your second time happier. [ͮ͐͑̽̆̈́̃̍̍͒ͩ̑͋̔̈́̑̎͏̶̨̢́]̉̋̏̊̔ͮ̄̅͆̽ͯ͊ͦͨ̀͞͡D̽̉̔̽̾͗͌ͯ̔͑̉̔̅ͥ̕ǫ̶̓ͯ̾̐ͪͣ̆̆̂̌ ̸̵̡̿ͥ͗̌ͫ̅̽ͯͬͦ̏͡͡ỹ͗ͤ̈́̔ͭ̾̑͏͏̷̛ȯ̴̶̽̎ͭ̌̈́̒̀͏u͗̔̎ͬ̃ͪ̊ͨ̓̾́ͪ͌ͯ͐̉̚͏̵̵̢̕ ̴̡͑̔͆ͧͩͦ̀n̢̓ͭ̒̏͋ͦ͆̾̐̆̈̏̿ͥ҉͏̀e̢̓̾ͦ̾́̌̃̃̒̉͋͋̎͌̈̐̓͂̚͢͡͏eͫ̀̍͋̏̈̿͂ͫͣ̊̇̓̊̂͢͢ď̢͐ͩͪ̌͛̇͂͋͏͢ ̸ͭͯ̐ͪ̉ͤͨͯ̂ͥ̀ȁ̃̈́͊͒̈̊̈̐̈̇̏̽͜͝ ̶̴̢̨̏ͬ́̓ͯ̈͋̓̎ͩ͌̿͗̃h̨ͣ̇͐̒͑͜͝͡u͗̇̋ͭ͂͊̃̽͘͜g̷̷̡͛̈́̍͋ͦ̄ͪ̿ͧ̈̈́̋͊̔̄́͆̚?̉ͧͨͦͮ͆̐̂̕͜҉̧͏
>From this point forward, I'm only accepting write-ins I deem reasonable~
Judging from the fact that you are bringing this up immediately after the immense confusion write-in won, I'm guessing you did not like this write-in. Might I ask why you did not like it, or why being confused in this situation is unreasonable?
Well, it's primarily for the future, but I will admit to it not being my favorite write-in. After all, Renko stated why she thought it happened, so confusion is a bit odd to choose. Renko may be shaped by the reader, but she isn't wholly the reader in the way many blank slates are. She may be mutable by you guys, but she still is a person, who I happen to use to drop hints to you guys or drop insights from her eyes.
If Renko thinks something, to contradict it would be her second guessing herself, which can shape who she is as a person. Sometimes that can work, but not in all circumstances, but to repeatedly do so can alter her irreversibly.
You only get one Renko, so if you break her, you might be in for less insight and charm, among other things. And there is no undoing that.
You do have to take good care of your pets, after all.
If I veto something, that just means I'm feeling nice at the moment, really, and am deciding to protect you from yourselves, such as labeling switches, leading you through puzzles, or chasing off particularly nasty fae. Hard mode is the most freedom you can get, though there are certain things that you do get freedom on doing that will affect even non-hard mode runs.
You guys asked me to whip you, after all, so who am I to complain?
Anywho, don't expect knowledge so easily granted outside, from myself or otherwise, so do be sure you learn all you can here, and be sure to get familiar with everything before it's too late.
In hard mode, you aren't being babied. Normal is more rigid. Hard mode is more sandboxy, and allows me to be as cruel as I like.
If you've read my first story on this site, you might know a bit more of what you're in for, though that was 95% made-up on the spot. It's sadly not on the list, but... have a linkie.
I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for you meddling kids!
You have 30-150 minutes to finish the vote, or I go to bed without updating~ I mean, technically I could still post it and just combine the votes together.
I'll consider crossing that bridge if we reach it.
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Game Saved!
You tremble a bit, staring at Hourai. Her eyes are smiling, or so you think, and she isn't retracting the offer.
She should hate you, and yet... she just willingly offers you her hard embrace with a painted smile, her eyes lifeless yet smiling in their own way.
Normally that would be a frightening sight, and yet, right now...
Right now, that's enough for you.
It's enough to get you to let yourself go, and just let it out. You accept the embrace, no matter how tiny it i- ohh, she's coiling around you.
...Creepy, yet far more comforting than trying to hug such a small target, and certainly easier.
It did surprise you out of your tears, though, but they soon return. Hugging her is difficult like this, so you just let her hold you as you cry in her many armed coils.
You'll find a way to make this up to her before you meet her in the afterlife.
If you meet her, at least.
Still, all you can do is cry and move on.
But you want more than what you can do, so you open your eyes, which are burning with Determination. "I'm fine now, Hourai... You can let me go..."
Your killing of a child fills you with Determination to never do it again!
+2 MAX DT
She gives you a binding squeeze, before releasing you. You wince at the strength in that small body being made obvious in that small gesture, but smile regardless, happy to have someone to do so in your time of need.
You eye the rapidly liquefying pile of slushy snow. Sighing, you decide you know what you must do, as disrespectful as it may be. If that snow is what ash is to humans, then you'll just have to take some with you.
You begin to rummage through your inventory, and eventually your hand hits what you were looking for.
It's not something that was there before, but you get the oddest feeling that this is normal, which makes you frown. You still don't quite remember a lot about a rather targeted subject, and you can't seem to latch on to it just yet, but you know that you'll get it with time.
Pulling out the handy dandy bottle, you decide to fix it with the full force of your gaze.
The bottle doesn't seem to care that you're glaring at it, but that may be a clever ruse.
Ordinary Bottle -50DEF 0MDEF 1ATK 0MATK
This bottle seems to be quite fragile, though the cork seems like it has seen some things.
You ignore the witty commentary from your eyes, quickly scooping up what remains of the remains into the bottle.
Surprisingly, it pretty much fills it to a comfortably full level, giving it a weight that isn't physical.
Strongest Urn 0DEF 0MDEF 0ATK 0MATK 1MAXDT
Is that an eye in there?
You double take, looking in the urn, but find no eye; it was just your reflection.
You put away the small bottle of dead girl, feeling oddly refreshed, if emotionally drained.
Lv1
HP8/20.2
DT10/13.8
[]Continue on.
Confess sins to...
[]Satori -0DT
[]Flowey +1DT
[]Aim to give her a proper burial.
[]Keep her urn to feel the weight of your sins.
[]Drink the bottle.
I decided to use one of the prior votes that I felt interesting to show off several mechanics, as one of you did want to catch 'em all take some with you.
You concentrate on enduring the cold. The cold comfort fills you with Determination!
+1 DT
You pull out your phone after a quick peek to find it; you swear it switches pockets sometimes. You dial 2 for Satori.
Whoever came up with the idea of counting up is a wonderful person.
You have to wonder if it was 1, though.
You hear only a small portion of the first ring before it gets picked up. "I see you've taken the advice, little one."
Her words give you pause. Then you realize her power to read minds must have a tremendous range.
Or maybe she's right behind you!
You glance.
"Indeed, my range is quite far. Although, Flowey has described it to have a latency issue the farther one is away." After a short pause, she adds. "I believe my words alone are proof enough that I am not near. Still, phones are better for talking to me, I find." As you open your mouth, she cuts you off. "I will point out that admitting to killing others, mind you, is a poor choice; it will only harm relations with others." Again she cuts you off. "Now, as for how to reach me, you will want to take a right at the next turn. If you find yourself hungry, you may go right, but make sure you don't spoil your dinner; I'm baking a pie." As you're about to say your thanks, she adds. "I'm very proud of you, however, little one. Few are brave enough to admit they killed someone. I shall see you soon, alright? Goodbye."
...She hung up. Well, hopefully she lets you get a word in edgewise later, as she wasn't doing that before.
As you sigh, getting ready to hit 1, your phone rings.
You snort, answering, "Hello?"
"My apologies, little one; I didn't mean to cut you off so many times. I'm not very good with ranged communication, you see, as I use mental cues to decide when to speak."
You smile at her apology. "Thanks, Satori."
"See you soon."
"Bye." You were temped to call her mom, but resist.
After she hangs up, you dial Flowey's number.
The phone rings eight times.
...Is she not answering.
"Hello-"
"Why does your v-"
"-, this is Flowey. I'm probably busy right now, so please leave your number and I'll get back to you. Worst case, another invasive push is happening"
...Well, then. "Hey, uhh... Hey, Flowey. I just wanted to call to say I wanted to tell you that I killed someone." ...This is the most awkward message you've ever left. "A-anyways, maybe you can poke me later or something." ...That sounds worse! "I mean with your big thorn!" Wait, wait! "I want you to penetrate me!" Wait, crap! "I mean, I want you-" The phone beeps.
Dammit. You really suck with answering machines.
Putting away your phone, you pull open the doors, heading in.
...Why is creepy music playing...?
Why does the hall seem to go on forever??
Lv1
HP7/20
DT11/15.8
[]Head down ominous hall.
I realized a much better way to do the health system, so I've tweaked it a bit. Instead of max DT every time, which is usually not very helpful, you'll get max DT only if your DT is full. There was one other change, but that has no explanation that you shall be getting any time soon. Due to this, I'll be both increasing damage, while also making DT harder to regain in other ways I had planned.
Normally I don't do this, but the music makes the vote/scene.
[x]Head down ominous hall.
[x]Find the source of the music if you can, but don't spend too much time looking.
[x]Also, find some sort of identifiable marker (lanterns/torches on wall, columns, changes in the carpet) that look like you can count them or spots that don't look like they repeat. We need to find out if this is literally an unending hallway.
You carefully begin to creep down the hall, the music growing nearer as you go, if practically inperceivably so.
What is with this hall, though? The design on the floor is strange at best.
You try to focus, looking for things to mark progress: distinct features, or even landmarks, as odd as the latter would sound.
You eye a hanging vine off to the side as you pass it by. You note its shape, counting the leaves.
As you continue on, you find yourself feeling more and more worried over small things: the sound of the music getting louder, though seemingly no progress being made, as well as the fact that you passed by that leafy vine a second time. Judging by its characteristics, you assume it to be ivy. Maybe that’s where Flowey got the ivy from?
As you pass the vine a third time, your spirits are starting to droop, and every shadow holds an ambush.
You were voted most likely to kill their friends out of paranoia when faced with adversity in elementary school — a title of which you are proud of — so it’s easy to say you aren’t good with stress of this sort.
The vine. It’s stalking you; you’re sure of it, now. That’s the fifth time you’ve passed it, now. There’s no way to walk in circles down a straight hall, so it must be stalking you!
As you walk, eyeing every shadow, you jump when you feel tiny hands clutch your shirt.
...Wait.
You look down, finding Hourai giving you a blank look. Judging by her actions, you can only assume her to be trying to calm you, and thus consider this a mouthless frown of worry.
“What is it, Hourai?” She stares at you, causing you to return the painted smile with a frown proper. “Yes?” She seemingly hugs you, though you practically get the wind knocked out of you as she pulls herself against you with a sudden jerk. Wincing, you give her silky, fake hair a stroke.
Your spirit bolstered, you continue on.
After the tenth time of passing the vine — yes, you’re counting — you head over and chop down the vine from as far up as you can reach, using your handy dandy… ...chest?
How?
Why??
You just sigh, continuing on as you stuff the vine in your left most right pocket, on the fifth level of pockets. Surprisingly, you find yourself nearly at the end, as you see a door in the distance. Was the vine the cause? Was the hall just that long and full of oddly standardized vine decorations?
And not just the door; you see three white pillars!
It’s a miracle!
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, you sprint for the door, music blaring.
[]Check Unidentified Stick.
-[]Whip it out and jam it down their throats... -[]S̢ͯ̔͂ͩ̍ͦ̉͊̽̑̓͋͆̋̌̔̓ͤͧo̴̡̢ͪ̍̑ͦ̅́̍ͧ̑̋ͫͧ̽ͯ̋̊m̵̶͊ͫ̌̔ͦͯ̈͆e͆̓͐͑ͬ́ͥ̈͌̏̀͢͞ơ̆ͬ͂́̂ͪ̌̍̅̓ͪ̇̄̓͏́͟͠ņ̸̓ͭ̒ͪ̍͊̍̂̿͏͢e̷̛͛̋̊̾̓͆̈́͗̊̂ͩ͛ͪ̑͆̇͋ͤ́ ̸̨̊ͦͩ̀ͬͧ̉̀̅̂̓͟n̑ͬ͂̌͢͜͜ê̴̓̈̊̔̽ͩ̈ͧ̀̅̒̓ͬ̈́͒͡é̓͐̈̇̅ͬ͜͞҉͜d̛͊̍̒ͥ̉s̵ͫ̑̾̓̈́̍͊̾ͨ̉͐̽̌̓̋ͩ̚͘ ̢̛̃̆̇͒̋̅ͯ̍̊ͣͣ́́ͮ͝a͆ͣͥ͆̓̊̋ͮͥ̾̍̆̏̚̚͏͏ ̴̷̴̋̓͛̓͠s̈͋͆̌̈ͤ͝҉̀́p̡̋͗̽̈ͣ͐ͤ̌͂a̢̛̓͆̒̇̆̇̽ͪ̿ͧ̓̍̀͋͑ͮn̴̴̢͛̔ͦ͊ͯ̽ͨ̓͌̏̑͆ͥ͒̀ͧ̚͡͠k̷̵ͨ͋̿ͫ̏͊̀ͥͫͮ̈̉̃ͬ͢i̡̔̇̍̊ͥ̆̈̅͟͡n̉ͮ̆͋̔ͬ̂̾ͥ͂͆̒͋̉̎̿̌͌҉̧͝g̶̏ͮ́̂ͨͯ͋ͯ̓̏̃̏̈́̐̑̆͐̋̚͢͜~ͪ̅ ̧̨́͒̏͂̿̐
Well, normally they're a 5, but all of this excitement, combined with puberty giving her raging hormones turns it into 5^5HV, obviously.
These nipples, forged by humans, have been in the Usami family since her grandmother's time. The things they cannot cut is next to none most everything. M̷̖̳̯̻̙̳̭̝͖̝̱͢͠a̫̞̲̱̞̲̭̕͘͟͢ͅͅy̸̴͙̟̩͕͘ḅ̴͚̙̻͘͠͞ͅè̠̝̙͓̱̭͙̣̠̩̦̹͈́͞ ̷̛҉̪̰̮̫̰̖̰͔͔i̡̯̬̯̦̱̳̖̦͓̗̥̪̮̬̹̼̤͘͠f͎̣̼͓̤̯̬̗̬͉̘̝̙̀͟͟ ̸͈̥̗͕͚̞͇̗͎͇̘̰̘̕͟͜͡ͅͅy̵̻͕̜̗̰̼̱͠o̵̴̸̶̟̙̣̳͇͔̭̳̞͓͇̗̹͍̗̯̬̭͝u̵͖͔͓̬̲͍̬̩̪͓͝ ̛̰̘͈͖̪͉̙̫̗͘͟͜u͘͏͎͈̦͖̣͇͙͔̠̳̩ͅs̴̸̫̮̬̲̲̩͙̀ͅé̢̨̦͙̻͖͢ ̧̧͕̱̹̠̀͜͠a̶̸̺͎͙̼̺̗̬̼͈̰ ̨͇̯̱̥͕̰̞͍̱̺̣̣̞̺̖͎̲͖͞ͅg̡̛̞̱͓͓̗͇̳̩ͅr̡̡̨̳̤̗͎̟͖͈͖̫̪̺̮̪̰̣̳i̶̧̬̱͖̲͈̫͚̦͖̹̞̮̺ͅǹ͏҉͓̱͉̫̜͔̥̳͓͇̗̟̮̟͟͞ͅḏ̢̧̰̖͈̼̖̙̪̞̻̭̦̺͎͘͢ͅi҉̷͇̬̥̖̮ń̛͓̖͔̟͙͖̫̼͉̦͚̭̮̭̺̤̣̞̱͜͠g̤͎͓̗͝ ̶̛̕͡҉̺̬͇̣͙͖s̶̟̳̬̫̙̝͈̩̮͈̀́͜ţ̢̨̨̲̘̦͓͔͙̬̣̭̹̞͍̻̕o̴̕͜҉̬̖̦͉͍̰͎̠̳͍̭̖͔͎̦͈͠n͟͞͝҉̩̪̜̰̹͈̲̯̟̬̳̝̭͉e҉̸̦̼͓̠̯͚̲̻̤̪͓̰̣͚͓̦̙͝͠ ́̕͏̴̥̙͎̥͕̼̖͍̜͜ò̖̙̹̣̖̻̥̭͝͠͝n̷̴̛̼͚̘͖̱̱̼̲͍͠ ͖̹̯̭͉͔̙͙͟͝ͅt̨̪̜͚͍̳͖̕͜͡͡h̨̧̫̻͉̙̮̙͍̭̞͈̖̱͝͡e҉̵҉̴͇̠͕̹͞m̴̧̛̳͈͔͓͕͎͜͡.̢̛̫̘̻̣̩̖͇̤̕͠͝
Did I just read Ḿ̤͔̖̼̩͉̳̬̰̟͘̕͝ͅạ͈͉̞̼̺́͘ý̴̧̱̤̳̦̻̫̞̩͎̖̩̮̺͍̮͕̱͘͢b̴̢̡҉̵͙̱̩̞̹̦̩̘̫̤̫̠̝̯̪͍̜͓͈é̡̗̜͉͍̮̰̲̕ ̵̨̡̙̩͈̯̝̗͔̺̟̯̺̬͠ͅį̵͓͉̣̝͉̣͕̱̹̜̻̘͡ͅf̢͎͖̬̹̰̗͎̝̩̭̕͢ ̴̪̱̖͎͇̮̬̥͉̳̱́ỳ̸̥̜̗͓͓̝̱͈o̶̡͓̼̺̣̖̘͎͚̹̩̹̬̖͈̕͠ͅu͓̻͉̮͍̼͇̗̱͓̮͍̲̙͓͈̕͠ ̢̛̭̞̝͚f̡̡͎̯̝̖̝̠̮̼̯̀͜͞i̷̛͏҉͉̙̠̜̜̖̲̪̤̼͔ņ̵̠͔̱̤͙̻̠͙͚͔̟͙͎̠̰̮̕͜͡ͅͅd̴̶̸̦̩̗̟͈̱̟̗͚͎͇̟͉͓̘̗͟ ̴̧̛̲̣̥̪̙̼̼̮̺̜̱̪͖̼̘̯͜a̢̛͕̼̖̻̗̗̩̠ ͠͏̩͍̗̫̟̲͉̯͉̮͚̹̩̹̤̯̥̦͙L̨̳͖͉̣̮͍̰͖̝̗̟̖̗̺̙̀į̴̧̙̠̺̩t̶̢̼̯͓͖̰͜ͅţ̡̩͙̱̹̬̕͝l̵̟̙͇̹͓̺͕͖͟é̷̶̟̰̜̟͎̻͚̬̥̪̲͍͜͞ͅ ̥̹̖̙̫̳̼̀́̀͟R̳̰͔͓͖̗̯̭̻̀̀o͏҉̞͖͎̥͍ͅͅc̨͟͝͏̮̮̭̰̦̺̞k̢̡̛͙͚̤͍̫̬͡ ̸͚̪͙͈̮̣͔̜͖͝t͡҉̧̗̗̮͚̰̬̺͙̪̫͙̲͠ͅͅo̢͘͏͈̝̳͖̟̯͍̣͈̪̤̲̖̩͔̼ ̡̀҉̗͇̬̻͙͖͚̭̗̩͖̮͕g͢҉̖̹̬͍̣̪͚̘̥̭͉͇͍͔̞͍͕́̀͟ͅr̶̭͇̭̥̩̙͙ì̬̳͔̻͔̼̼̩̼̲̭̰͕͎͉͠n̵͎̤͉̠̦̺͍̩̘̳̮̺̣̹̥͢͢͠͞d̡̡̨͇̖͚̝̻̫͈̞͇̮͉̪̯̭̳̘͝ͅ ̢̮͉̫̬͎̥̥͍͙͘͞͝͠ͅţ̹̟͚͈͇̦̘͍̭̣̭͕̼͟͜͝h͏̢͓̻͚͈̗̭͍͕̱̟̹͚̼̹̱́ͅḙ̴̬̫͉̮̜͖̹̘͉̹̜̩̝̞̳́͞m̴̷̸͉̱̯̠̲͚͍̥ ̸͇̥̯̬̥̕͟͟͝ǫ̧̫͍̮͔̰͎̦n̨̫̙̝̭̲̝̙̼̪͉͓̤͔̩͔͙̻͓̻͡?
They said you would flirt with everything that would move.
It's time to prove them wrong.
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You stare at the pillars a moment, before sighing. “I was so sure, too, til I saw it with my own eyes…”
You simply continue on, the doll looking at you like you’re crazed as the music fades while you get farther from its source.
After opening the door, you are met with a delicious smell: fried chicken.
[]Left it is; it’s the right thing to do. Dinner can be left for later.
[]Head right. The Chicken must be left for later; it’s only right.
[]B̋̅̌̊̋͋̃͑uͮͭ́t͐ͤ̐͛̆ͣ̓̑̓ͥ̃̄̐ ́̾͒̈̂ͧt̏ͤ̋͆̈͐͋̆͒̌̒hͦ̊ͤ̏̌̄ͫ̚̚aͦͩ̉ͮ̎tͭ͑͌̒'̀ͣ̽̃̉ͥ̀̓s̃ͧͤ̽̊ͥ͑ͪ̎͌̈́͂͐͂̚ ͣͮ̃̈́ͪͫ̍ͩͫbͤͣ̒̔͋̎̒͋ͩͣ̋͆oͬ͛ͮ̀̀̑͒͂oͬ̾̓ͧ̓̅͌o̿̍͐̒̑ͤ͂oͮ̆̌̅ͭ̔̍ͩͥ̍̚oͧ̎ͨ̅͗̌͗ͧͬ̎̆̀̄͐͒̀͆̚ŏ̀̍ͫͣ̏̐ǒ̿ͪͦ̊ͣ̿́̅̍͛ͤ̌̆̾͂̑̈̚o̓̇̐͐r̀ͥͤͧ̈́ͥ̉̀ͪi͑̎ͣͧ̋̅̓n̐̽̈͗ͯ̈̇̅̑̀̐̈́g̓̓̇̏̔ͥ̊ ͑ͦ̔̊̈̍̃̉ͬͧ̚.͗͌͑ͭ̚.ͪͩ̎̋ͨ͆̋̇ͮͤ.̒ͧͯ̈́̎̊̾̿̀̾ͯ̿͂͑ Ȳ̆͗͌͒̏̓͑ͯ̌̂̆͆̃o̐͋̓ͮ͆̚uͯͧ̿ͭ̓̈͂͋ͫ̅ͮ̓̈͒ͮ ̾̑̄̐͋̄̐͑͆ͬ̄ͦ͆ͥs̓ͩͥ̋ͩ̓ͤ͗̈̎̽̍͆ͫͪͮ̚h͋͑ͪͩ̽̓͗̿͛̔oͬͧ̉͆̈͆̔ͦ̂̀̉ͦͨ̌̚û̐̇ͫ̏͑̈̂̈́̿̌̍̐̐̚lͩ̂̊ͨ͆͆̇͑̄̑͂͗̀̆̑d̄̿͛̔̀̑͐͋ ͣ̔ͨͥͨ͑̽̄̐ͯ̉gͤ̔̐ͣ̈́̾̚o͐̐ͥ͆͂ͮ ̽ͧͩ̈́̊̀͛̇ͪ͂ͯͩ̿ͥ̊̚̚b͂ͫ̊̀ͯ͂aͧ͊̈́ͧ̽̅̏ͪͩ̃͒̓̿cͣͥ́ͣ̓̇͒̓̽̊ͭ̐ͨk͑͗̓̇ͧͧ͒́̚ ͗̃ͯ͆̆͛͑ͬ͒͋̏a̅͆̍̾̊̈̈́ͤͤͭ̂̔͋̏̔͑̚n͑̄ͬd̓ͦ͊̓́ͤ̃̃̈́́ͤ̀ͩ̿ ͐͗̔ͮͧͥͧ͊͌̊̋̐̃ͩfͥ̓͌ͨͩ̃l̓̇͊̃̌͋ͮ̀ͩͣ̓̾iͧ́̄̇̿͐̎̂̈̆̉ͫr̐̇̈̐̓̇͗͛t̔̑̆̒͌̒ͯ̎͐̉̅ͭ̌ͮ ͌̀͆̓ͥs̾̐̎̄͐̅̽̂̆̊ͨ̓̋̂̓͊o͋͋ͭ͗̽m̉ͣ̔͒ͦ̇͌̊ͫ̏̒eͣ͆ͣ ̅͒̎̏̽ͣͥ̾ͥͭ͆ͨ̚mo̒̽̽ͤͭ̒ͧ̏̔ͬ̔͐ͬ͑̈̇͋ͮr̂͒ͪ͆ͭ͗ͭ̉́̾̈́̌̔̈͆͗̊̚ẻͩ̂ͥ̾;͐ͪ̉̆̒ͦ͊̍̾̚ ͋̊ͫͩͨ͊͋̌ͬ͆͂ͯyͪ̈̆oͥͤ̌̎ͪu̒̅ͫͯ̏͛̽'͑̏̐ͭͤ͗ͥ̈ͮ͛͗̆̉ŕ̈̆̒̂͛͋ͤ͊ȇ̈̾̄ ͩͧͯ̄͂́̑̉ͥͮͣ̋ê̈́ͨ͆͐͗x̓͌̒̑ͤ̒ͬͩ̏ͯ̽͛̃̓̏͐̈͆tͮ̔͌ͣ͗͊̆̈̋̄͑̾ͪ̾ṙ͗ͫ͗̈̎ͬ̂́͊ͨ͑̇̉̑̓ä́̏̎ͦ ̒ͧ͑ͥ̒̌̐̇ͪͭ̃̋͊c̏̋͒ͦ͐̌̓ͪ̏̔͆̊u̅̒͛͋ͤ̍ͧ̾̑̍t̃̐̃̂͂̇ͥͬ̓̚ě̔̿ ͭ͌ͫ̃̔͆̇̉̉̉ͤ̽ͣͭ̑̐w̒̌͌̍̄h̃ͦ̐ͤ̈́͛ͫ̉͗̌̈́ͥ̏̽e̍̾̐ͭ͆̔̎ͤͫ͆͒n̈́̎ͦ͆̎̏̽̿̏ͦ̓̐͋̚ ̿̅̔̊̔̈ͬ͛͐́ͩy̆ͧͨ̇̔o̓̍ͪ̎́u̐̽ͤͬͯͤ̆̈ ̾ͭ̇͊̿ͤͪ̐̆̎ͥ͊d̈́̂ͥ́͐̇̏̓̋ͥ̔̾̊ǒͫ͌ͤ ̔͆ͨ͋̒̾ͩ̄tͦ̉͋͋ͬ̆̊̐͛̂h͋̎̅͆̊ͣ̎ͦ̏͐̔̃͒aͦ̍̾ͨ͌ͭ͒̈́ͮ̊̒ͥ̀̚t̒̿ͬ̌!
Well, alright, I'll do the last bump myself. Got buried under four stories, so I think that's forgivable. I'd just call it, but I'm currently busy with something that'll make life easier elsewhere.
I need to get rid of the last post before I can make a new thread anywho. Wouldn't want to accidentally bump it later. Being dominated by your past self would be embarrassing.
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