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The red dusty land around you has been thoroughly baked by the unblinking noon sun. Innumerable green and gray brittle shrubs speckle the hills like a forest for inchlings. Against this backdrop you ride casually. Broomstick, your trusty horse, had been pushed quite hard the last few weeks, and not being pressed for time, you are happy to give him a break. Head and neck shielded by your signature navy blue broad-brim, you hum gently, savoring this peaceful moment as your destination crawls forward. The rhythmic thudding of hooves on dirt is the only other sound in the still desert air.

At the end of the dirt path is a ramshackle settlement reclining against a stony mound. Plenty of pebbles line the faded streets. Judging from the shoddy buildings and gaps in the rows of tents, there appears to be little silver. Silverpebble makes an appropriate name for the dying mining town. Your current map marks it as a full town, but you have the feeling by the time of the next survey, nothing but bleached wood and rusty tools will remain.

Hope does take a while to snuff out, though. Closer now, you can see a man smoking by the single remaining saloon. A couple of children gather water from a well. A woman hangs laundry over by the miners’ tents. They, and a few others, stare at you warily. Midday, no actual miners are seen, away and busy, you presume. You locate the stables and dismount. Unsurprisingly, a stablehand has already seen you, a freckled boy grinning at you as he approaches.

After arranging for a single night’s stay for Broomstick and handing over a couple coins, he attempts to unload your luggage while you are distracted putting away your money. The kid yelps, his skinny arms straining. Your swaying bags prove to be heavier than he expects. Metal and glass clink through thick cloth.

“Careful now! Hup!” You reach over and relieve him of your precious equipment, gently placing the bags on the ground.

“I’m really sorry, miss.” He quickly apologizes.

“Nah, I should’ve warned ya.” You reassure him. You need to double-check of course, the long journey being just as dangerous as a careless child.

“We don’t see many visitors thes
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[X] Revolving Shotgun, $150
[X] Sharpshooter, $135

As much as I like the idea of double-barreled sawed off akimbo, I have to go with the sensible options. 😓
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Would it be possible to request custom orders from the umbrella blacksmith? Because there is a handgun holster I learned about called The Bridgeport rig, which would allow for the revolver to be rotated up to shoot without having to draw the gun from the belt or allow a faster way to draw. Or would a device like that require going to a kappa?
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[X] Revolving Shotgun, $150
[X] Sharpshooter, $135

[X] Unusual Holster Order, $20

With Kogasa leaving to retrieve ammunition from the back, you wander to a stand with a variety of belts and pouches. Hanging along with the leather and cloth are a few holsters of various designs, which reminds you…

“Okay! Here’s your cartridges!” Kogasa returns and sets a tall stack of boxes down on the front counter. Combined, there’s eight dozen cartridges for the pistol, three dozen for the rifle, and three dozen again of shells for the shotgun. Only a fraction of it can come with you in a fight, of course, but it’s a good comfort to have a deep reserve for any more extended business.

Buying the two heaviest guns and all the ammo meant parting with 300 dollars, three fifths of the entire reward you were just boasting to Alice about earlier. It was painful, but hopefully you’ll get some good use of them and make back the loss with some bigger bounties.

“Kogasa, will you take a custom order for a little contraption, to be finished as soon as possible?” you inquire.

“Yes, depending on how ‘little’ of course. What do you want made?”

You describe a design for a holster you had seen a raider wear back near the hobgoblin village. It didn’t save the man, some novelty holster wouldn’t be sufficient to beat out your skill, but you thought it was curious enough to warrant a closer inspection. The two-part mechanism looked like a metal clip with a channel running through it, creating a pair of short strips. They would hold the flat-headed top of a knob that had been attached to his gun. Kogasa listens attentively and you sketch out what you remember on a spare sheet of Bunbunmaru.

“It doesn’t sound or look like any design of holster to me. But it seems like it’d do the job.” She nods. “I think I see why someone invented such a thing.”

With one hand holding the holster and the other, pretending to be a gun, sandwiching a screwdriver with the index and middle fingers, Kogasa explores the possible motions allowed, flexing and turning, ending by sliding the “gun” out of the “holster” fingers.

“I
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A land of illusions on the brink of civil war meets the man who once declared he would plunge the world into chaos.

This is a crossposting of a fic I have been writing on AO3. It is a crossover between Touhou and the VN/anime Steins;Gate (part of the broader Science Adventure franchise). The original can be found here: archiveofourown.org/works/35380462
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With a slight shake of his head, he turned back to the stand and its owner. ‘Now that we all know each other – Rumia told me I could get food here, is that correct?’

‘Certainly, that is what my business is,’ replied Mysty – no, Mystia, he reminded himself. Some of the demeanour of the well-mannered but detached shopkeeper had come back, but she seemed to notice it, and when she next spoke her tone returned to a more familiar one. ‘Afraid I only have one dish to offer right now, though.’ She reached under the counter and lifted up a skewer bearing something long, floppy and a greyish brown in colour. ‘Would you care for some grilled lamprey eel?’

That wasn’t something he expected, and Rintaro wasn’t even sure whether he had ever eaten that before, but food was food and he was definitely in need of some. ‘I suppose, yes, I would like to have that, please.’ As Mystia nodded and set to work on the grill, Rumia gave a thumbs-up, her mouth still occupied by her mysterious mastication.

A few seconds later, the blonde finally clambered off the countertop and moved to a normal sitting position. This left enough space in the middle of the bench for Rintaro to sit down, which he did eagerly, allowing him to relieve his tired legs and talk to the others more naturally.

While she prepared the lamprey, Mystia looked at Rumia. ‘What was that you said about being attacked?’

She piped up immediately. ‘It was terrible! I was walking through the Forest with Kyouma here, after we met. We were just minding our own business, going towards this place, when all of a sudden, bam, this wolf youkai lady comes out of nowhere, throws Kyouma through the air, and starts shooting danmaku at us!’ She mimed the events with wild arm movements, and Rintaro rubbed his ribs, still aching from the painful attack. ‘I have no idea who she was, and she didn’t even say anything! I wasn’t prepared at all, so I ended up getting knocked out from her danmaku.’

‘Wow, that was very rude!’ Cirno said, at which Rumia nodded emphatically.

Mystia frowned and leaned forward on one arm, while she continued minding the grill with the other. ‘That sounds o
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SERN when?
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>>68738

This is at the beginning of Steins;Gate 0 timeline (specifically, at the point indicated by the dates at the beginning of each chapter), so rather than SERN, a different organisation is a more immediate concern. But yes, we'll check in with what is happening in the Outside in Rintaro's absence in due time.

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"What's this, a crossover episode?"



The alien woke up and found, to its bafflement, that it didn't have any memories to recall. He may not have remembered anything, but he figured he knew enough to be confident that this was not natural, at least not natural for him.

He had awakened somewhere warm, probably provided by the great burning mass resting far above where he stood. Claws shifting uneasily in the dirt, his single, great eye roved around at what looked to be miles of green vegetation, intermittently spliced through by streams of water. Nothing was strikingly familiar.

Ack, he said inwardly, This might be where I live. Or work. A clawed appendage rose to rest just beneath a gnarled, hideous gape. Do I work? What kind of work am I supposed to do with all this green stuff? How will I know if I ever worked or not? It doesn't matter. The thought was terminated shortly. Although he knew zilch about himself, he quickly latched on to the notion that he was a thinking, rational, whatever-he-was. While his current predicament would've been a cause for concern to someone else, he felt it wasn't the same for him, that he was made of something stronger. He lifted one of his longer appendages and flexed.

After all, I do seem to have...considerable muscle mass. Hah.

Yes, he was a thinking, rational, and strong creature, and he would find a way to reorient his poor, frazzled mind. That was all that mattered now.

[] - He had a strange-looking device attached to one of his lovely appendages. It squirmed.
[] - Perhaps a clue would lie in the plant-life that surrounded him. Was it edible?
[] - That great ball of heat was a little irksome.
[] - His keen eye spotted another lifeform not too far from him. Communication would be a good thing to test out.



So hear me out, I know this is a little strange. I just came up with this idea and decided to run with it. The beginning is short and a little rocky, but things will ge
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[x] -The base of a long flight of stairs.
Long stairs could be a lot of things.
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[x] - The base of a long flight of stairs.
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Long flight of stairs it is.

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>You awake in a small dark space, and feel a stabbing pain in your chest.
>Would you like instructions?
>Y/N

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> High five the fairy. Maybe she'll stop crying.
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[X] High five her, since she's dangling her arm out.
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> High five her, since she's dangling her arm out.
> Claim the now empty fortress as your own

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♫: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiK7nqraLAo
[祭炎 - 東方PARTYBOX02 (GET IN THE RING)]
Lyrics: https://en.touhouwiki.net/wiki/Lyrics:_%E7%A5%AD%E7%82%8E
Music Collection: https://mega.nz/#F!1BdBzIKZ!bhLzijfM3iyphpueDOKf0g

The sky is changing.

Note: Don't be afraid of letting me know what you think. I like compliments, I like criticisms.

Histories of Yatsugatake, a Suika backstory short: >>>/shorts/2180
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[x] Take Merry with you as you go to see Touka in Hell.

I don't recall, did the Fourth Deva get a name in Touhou canon?
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Nope
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[x] Take Merry with you as you go to sit on the throne near Heaven.

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Soft winds brushed his hair as he awoke, he winced as he opened his eyes, shielding them with his armored hand. Looking around he found himself to be supported by a tree in a field of odd red flowers, quite a change from the Badlands. Though, how he ended up here, he really didn’t know, the last thing he could remember was the damn cyborg stabbing him through his gut. Patting himself down, he found that all of his wounds were healed, even the wear of his Exo-Suit was repaired, the man sighed, shaking his head he decided that he was not going to question why God deigned him worthy of being saved


Standing up, the man took a look around, seems as if there were more of the red flowers all around him, hills upon hills of red flowers, the air thick with their spores of sweet nectar. Though that was not what caught his attention, all around him were cobblestone paths stretching from the tree all the way beyond what he could see, snaking around the hills until out of sight.
Smiling, the man simply shrugged, if he was still alive and kicking, then he wouldn’t question why someone built these cobblestone paths in the middle of nowhere.


He expected the stone to either crumble or chip beneath his weight, he was pleasantly surprised when they simply held him up, whatever those stones are, they certainly are made from the tough stuff. He had to stop a few times, the air in this place was thick with the sweet smell of the nectar that the flowers secreted, with his head swimming he had no other choice but to wait until the nausea went away, if the vertigo wasn’t the enough, his limbs were getting heavier and heavier to move. Despite all of this he finally managed to get up the hill.


And what lay beyond stole the rotted stale air from his throat.


Gargantuan cherry blossoms now occupied the landscape, their petals slowly falling through the air in a way that spoke of peace and finality, the red flowers from before were now fully bloomed, showing their purple innards to whatever unfortunate soul wanted to gaze within.


An unexplainable feeling of sadness washed upon him, as though something of great value was lost, grabbing one of the petals that the c
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I'll give you major respect for attempting at the very least. That's something a lot of writers suffer with before posting. As well as knowing when you are way over your head and stopping before it gets too bad.

Other thing you got to learn was how Anon has the capability to either derail or take a story down an unintended path given the ability. Which is something you can either learn to write around or make it clear you don't want to happen.

Best of luck to future endeavors.
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[X] Samuel
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So, to clarify
This story wont be receiving any more updates, refrain from bumping this thread further.

Now to answer any questions about this story that anon might've had.

The general gist of Sam getting into gensokyo was him being forgotten by basically anyone. After Raiden completed his business Ripping armstrong's fucking heart out he buried Sam along with his H.F blade.

Essentialy putting Sam's memory to rest, and with time being completely forgotten by anyone. leading to his soul ending in muenzueka, where he apears as a phisycal manifestation of real Sam, whom is dead.

Now thats how Sam would up in the land of illusion in the first place, now as to how the H.F blade would've worked in this story.

Due to the absolutly O.P nature of h.f blades (that is to cut through atomic bonds of atoms). They would still cut through atomic bonds, BUT not entirely, due to the magic holding them together.

Essentially, Sam would still be able to deal catastrophic damage to his foes, but his blade would lose the "cut through everything" aspect.

Now please, dont bump this thread, use sage if you want to comment something, /others/ is hardly a place for general discution, so lets this thread die.

And again, i am rather sorry for wasting anon's time on this.

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“Let me see your hand for a second.”

“Sure,” says Momiji, obediently raising her hand up. “What’s up?”

Wordlessly, you grab it. Momiji patiently awaits your next move, but you merely lower your head in embarrassment and interlock your fingers with hers.

“Gallagher,” Momiji says, a hitch of curbed delight in her voice. “Did you... did you want to hold hands?”

“I just thought that this was the most appropriate course of action to show you how I feel. And I didn’t want to leave any room for doubt. Obviously, if I had to say anything, knowing me, I’d just stumble over my words for five minutes straight because I’m no particular expert on articulating my emotions.”

“And you say that you aren’t affectionate?”

“I’m not.”

“Then?”

Then a lot of things. Many different things, though you’re unable to piece together the proper words for it. But screw proper, you have just enough to tell her what you mean. “You’re important to me. A whole lot.”

“Well.” Momiji lifts your hand up with hers and, with a gentle touch, she brings it to her cheek. The wolf prompts you to caress her—a request you easily comply with. She breathes out a contented sigh as you stroke her cheek. “If, for some odd reason you didn’t already know, you’re very important to me too.”

“Miji?”

“Hmm?”

“We should go.”

“Yeah. We should.”

So you do, and so she does. The walk to the apartment takes about twice as long as it usually does, but you sure as hell don’t mind. It’s spring, and it’s the nasty kind of spring, but here you are, ambling along the streets hand-in-hand with a wolf tengu, wearing the stupidest fucking grin you could possibly make.

She squeezes your hand, does a little bashful smile, and all of a sudden, you’re about half a measure from kissing the dumb girl. But you restrain yourself. Just barely, but you do.
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Marol, you are one of my favorite writefags, keep it up!
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[x] You’re not going to fear the day until it happens. If it ever does happen, that is.

Every day is like another year, after all.
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If this story ends without Momiji getting the pups she rightfully deserves, I'm shitting in your mailbox

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This is you.
Your reflection, but also you.
"Hello, you." He says.
You don't answer, and you get the little satisfaction of seeing his smile grow a bit forced.
"Hello." He says again, in a happy tone that doesn't sound forced.
"Hello there!" Says your tie, in a British accent, like in that one movie you watched once, when things were still pleasant.
"How are we doing today?" He says.
You close your eyes, and briefly remember.
The white coats, the medicines, the coworkers. It was tough. Not that patients would die, real life wasn't as dramatic as TV shows, but you'd often see the same faces, coming for two weeks or a month, just enough to get the alcohol out of their system. You would put a smile on your face, say something pleasant, and usually mess up by adding "glad to see you again", and your coworkers would cringe.
They would come, spend a few weeks, and leave, thinking that their problems were behind them. Then they'd come back after one or two months, and you'd see it. The red on the nose, the pink on the cheeks, that little shaking in their fingers.
Sometimes they would smile, lie, and swear that they were serious this time, but once the trial was over, they'd leave and never come back.
And then she left, and you began to notice your coworkers' smiles. When you realized what was going on, it was too late.
You force your eyes open before the memories start piling you, and you breathe deeply. You take a deep breath, puff your cheeks like a child, and expires slowly.
"Feeling calm, now?" Your reflection asks.
"I feel nervous."
"It's understandable, mon ami." Your tie adds
"You are alone." Your instinct screams.
"Lost." Your sense of orientation adds.
"Hungry." Your stomach objects.
"And you might have pissed yourself." The warmth in your pants adds with a sorry smile.
"You also are no longer in Revachol." Common Sense says, always the smug one.
You look around.
Then you look around some more.
Then you lower your head and puke in the puddle that
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To be honest, if I picked a plot that matched my skills, it'd be some slice-of-life from a villager's perspective.

Also how do I sage here.
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Sounds like a pretty harsh self-assessment, my dude.

The trick is to think about what you really want to write and focus on one little aspect of that. It takes a lot of thought and doesn't lend itself to quick action, which is why a lot of newer folks don't do it. It's up to you whether or not to do it, of course, but there's no harm trying again after nursing your bruises.

>Also how do I sage here.
The simple answer is 'you don't', since it's not a functionality here anymore for various reasons.
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Yeah, I'll come back later, once I stop recognizing my writing when I look at a review of Disney's Star Wars movies. Probably with an easier story too, one that doesn't involve remembering how a soul-stealing youkai passing as a human acts when under pressure.
I'll still have conspiracies. I fucking love conspiracies. And plots.

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Episodic Adventure, lots of butchered English. Updates come at a ratio of 1 to 3 days. Not expected to be more than some short fun, in total x episodes have been prewritten. This is the tutorial.


Disclaimer: What you’re about to view are recordings made by a professional. We do not reimburse anyone who follows this advice and ends injured or maimed or suffers any sort of grievous injury from attempting to mimic said professional. Knowledge and the ability to use it are separate things.






In dem Norther Hemies, inside a secret land'o fantasy. Laa creatures that have been bejingled from the dark minds'of you's fellow mengos. These mystic fella folks now in da cutesy pie camp are known as yoo-kay. Dis is da venture of yous fella Hunter as she shows you the wonders 'o all them smegickal fiddlers

The scene shifts to show such a creature in it’s natural habitat. The bamboo forest with its green allures and mysterious aura all apparent to the viewer. Finally it zooms into a creature that most of the outside would know…that of an Night bird stealthily stalking its prey. An unaware and probably soon to be eaten rabbit. She seems ready to pounce at it from any moment.

Narrator: Yoo-kay's also known as Mythical Beast Maidens or Lil Cute Murder Girlies. Dam names be strong describers of what cucumbers in's dem pant pockets: Dem be creatures that do not exist no more or have been forgotten like yo''s old ma grocery orders. Though many 'o em be known as ferocious man-enjoyers. Dem Mystic Missies can have a softer angle to em.

Finally the camera zooms out and as it turns out, the Bird is being stalked as well. By a human wearing a mobile bush around their torso and a nice brown hat as the only signal that it’s her, the bird has somehow not noticed them.


Hey, son! Bet you's didn’t see me there. Wanna know why? Cause Aye’m Maxsy Hunter! Professional Yoo-kay Hunter and extra-supper at it. Right now Aye’m hunting one of em Sparrow type of missies.
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Okay, let’s do this! With swift decision making and quick reflexes, Aye take out me big bad bag of ingenuity and quickly shove dem little barbies one by one into da bag like they’re made of candy.

*Maxsy jumps at the fairies with her bag out, knocking them down onto the floor like bowling pins.
Stunned by the move, she quickly grabs a leg under the cover and starts the capture process*

Of course, they don’t go along nilly willy with this. Which is why yous must be very careful since most of the times they start kicking and screaming, which is a normal panic reaction most barbies have. Course it may be scary but don’t get agitated or you may the girl in the process which is a big no no.

Fear not for me though cause for that too Aye have da SOLUTION!
WAP! WAP! WAP! Just gotta give em a good lil raffle wazzelr on da backies of them headiess and night night dem little beauts go!

Now with them resisting no more. Let’s put them in da bag and be on our way!

The Three Fairies of Light have been Captured!
Do be careful though, until the main mission has been accomplished escape attempts are not impossible. Though if you manage to keep them, then a bonus will come afterwards.


*Cue the camera showing the surroundings distort for a moment, only to return to a normal state with Maxsy back where she was and the Shrine Maiden still at the top of the Shrine*
Now then, with these girls out of the way. Let us skip ahead to our actual target.

*The video fast-forwards with visuals of Maxsy going up the stairs, giving the Shrine Maiden a small greeting who returns it in turn before approaching one of the komainu statues.
That was only 3 or 5 seconds skipped at the most*

Behold da Lyan-Doggo in its natural habitat, firmly standing on top of this spot. This magnificent creature follows its noble duty of protekting places that have sacred value. For Lyan-doggos are not only yoo-kay but also guardian schmirits. More specifically they ward the place against evil smirits which in dem fantastical lando hookies like these are the main cause of illnesses, bad luck, and any other bad thing.
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Man, long hiatus. Glad to see you're still updating.

[x] Be nice and polite, approach the statue like you would any dog.
She can't be a good dog if she hasn't learned to shake!
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Lost interest in this story rn, so putting it on hiatus for the moment.

Then again I've got like four stories going on at the same time, so I'm going to reduce that number first and foremost (Kill Kaguya and Esp 1.5 should both be ending soon) and afterwards once it's just this one and the Rumia one I'll have more time for this.

Ergo, I'll focus on the former 2 stories first before going back to this one.

This isn't cancelled, just stalled. Expect this to come back in 4 weeks or so.

Until then.

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Your name is Reimu Fuck-Mothering Hakurei the 16th, and there's an incident going on. You can tell because the author is a hack, who probably can't even make this shitty trope work, much less anything with actual characterisation, or depth. That however, is besides the point, because as was previously mentioned: Incident. Your job is resolving those probably. That still leaves the ever so pressing question however of where to start.
Deliberating on the issue, you stare into the sunrise like a badass before deciding to:

[] Get a goddamn move on, you have places to go, youkai to exterminate, there's probably a space hamster in there somewhere.
[] Sit here and look cool until someone comes along to exposit at you. Maybe the stage one boss will clear themselves by tripping on a rock if you stall long enough.
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[x] Aid the young mistress in her endeavours.
[x] Patchouli option
I'm blameless because I was encouraged by the writer.
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[X] Embrace the Flan
[X] Reject the Nerd.
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Girl's are now deciding. Please wait warmly.

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