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For all you faithful watchers in HV-Land, airing of Fallout Gensokyo will resume momentarily.
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“This is your DJ, Momizi X, and you're listening to Taking It Easy with Momizi: Talk, news, and free-format musical stylings on WGNR Gensokyo News Radio. It's time once again to get very, very personal with one of our lovely listeners. Delivered this morning by crow-mail from the rabbits at the community clinic in The Village:
“'Dear Momizi X, long time listener, first time writer. We always tune to your station at my workplace. Your news is fresher and usually less biased than some other local sources, and we find your music makes for good background sound when pulling impacted wisdom teeth without the aid of anesthetic. However, sometimes the screamers get so loud that I'd wish you'd update your playlist with something that really rocks. Like Queen. Signed, Elena Dark & Tall, Maxillofacial Surgeon.'
“Well Elena, while we have been moving in a slightly more modern direction lately with KVV⑤—and WSDM with better access to some older stock—the explanation here is actually more complicated than the eclectic musical tastes of your
tengu disc jockey. When the bombs hit at the start of the Great War in 2078, about 10 billion people were wiped off the planet. A few survived in the Vaults and went on to repopulate the Wastes afterward, but the combination of violent competition for a dwindling pool of resources and the general prevalence of subsistence living left little room for musical eccentricity in the Wasteland, while inside the Vaults tightly-controlled media indoctrination stifled the creative spark of entire generations.
“But there's an important second point that might have escaped you: Every bomb that exploded produced an electromagnetic pulse c
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Oh dear. My condolences, and thank you for telling us the news, sad as it is.

I loved this story, and I think I speak for all of us when I say your brother will be sorely missed.
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Thank you. I was fascinated, entertained, and touched by your brother's work.
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I think it is time to re read it. It was so elaborated and written with such care that made me jump into the Fallout games.
300 hours of gaming later, I can't thank him enough for that.

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[e+3] Quickly thank her, and don't complain too much.
-[e+3] Ask what it does that will last a week, however. You weren't aware of this taking time.
[e+3] Redirect attention to where you go from here.

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After you regain your composure, you spit the increasingly nasty lump of wood into your hand. "Thanks, I guess." But then, something hits you. "Wait, a week? You never said it would take time."

"Well, technically. You should be good as new long before then, though it's the same sort of charm I slap on Kasen. The living aren't a specialty of mine after all, so forgive my smaller bag of tricks." She almost sounds genuinely apologetic.

"...It's not for healing, is it."

"Correct. It would be more accurate to say that it keeps one in a single piece and at least lively should more terrible things happen."

You try your very best not to lose your cool. "You didn't kill me, right?" Better safe than sorry, right? As much as she talks about corpses...

"Why, of course not!" You let out a sigh of relief. "It simply makes you easier to put back together again should it come to that." And then choke on it.

"What?!"

"Now, now. You do have more pressing matters than worrying over if you're not so fresh, right~?" You can just tell she got a kick out of her own joke, as smug as she looks. "Besides, it's more akin to a healing factor of a sort, to put it in simple terms. It keeps that which is alive whole and hardy. However, if you lose anything, it does stay lost."

You let out a long sigh. "Fine. Whatever." You knew trusting her was a bad idea. This stinks worse than Kasen. "Just... where are we going from here?"

Tittering with amusement seemingly borne from your acceptance, she answers, "Why, I simply tag al
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[x] "Acquire" a vehicle. What's one more crime you hope to never be convicted of?
-[x] Have Kasen take point in acquiring it, though. You'd rather not have Seiga use her methods, or be even more indebted to her.

Too bad we can't seem to use Seiga's ability.

I say a little bit of both columns, as we do need a means of conveyance - and public transportation would be imprecise (I doubt our destination would be near a local service).

However, Kasen might be the better one to help in actually getting the vehicle, simply because it doesn't put us farther in debt, and if need be she can use the Jack Bauer Interrogation Technique on anyone to find out where their keys are.

Seriously, probably be best to find some sort of criminal operation to... liberate a vehicle from. Or just a criminal. Less likely they'll report, after all. And if we have to use Seiga to save our butts, then I'd rather only do it once rather than twice.
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Get your votes in while you can if you intend to do so. Otherwise, I'll be working with what I have. 3 votes is plenty in my book, so I'm happy.
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[x] "Acquire" a vehicle. What's one more crime you hope to never be convicted of?

I considered adding in the Kasen reliance, but figured that such a thing goes against the spirit of the second vote, so it isn't compatible.

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“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche


[x] "Is that a 12.7 dual cannon in your starboard, or are you happy to see me?"

— - — - —

You resist the urge to flinch, and instead simply swallow the lump of dread. Sure, she'd be shooting herself if she shot you, and yes, she is an ally, but... "...Is that a 12.7 dual cannon in your starboard, or are you happy to see me?"

The turret waves up and down a bit. "Umm... Well, yes." The turret seemingly flinches. At its size, it's quite noticeable. Then it averts. "S-sorry, sir! I, umm... I didn't mean to aim at you like that. I was only trying to look at you is all..."

You give the barrel a bit of a pat. "Just do better in the future." Though you maintain a level tone, you can feel your heart pounding its fair share from turning to the sight of such a gun. So large is the barrel, of course, that it took a moment to register. However, when it did, well... "Now, can you direct me to Rika? I've questions for her."

After a moment, the Inazuma says, "She's by the Heart, sir."

"The heart?" You're reminded to a disturbing degree of the organic innards of an Abyssal.

"Where, umm..." The turret's barrels fidget a bit. "Where Aoko is."

You frown. "You may wish us to call you by your new name, but you still are Aoko. It's one thing to want others to treat you in such a way. But to dehumanize yourself is a line best not crossed."

"S-sorry, sir! Umm... It's just that it's difficult to refer to the separate parts easily. There's two of me in a way, after all..."

You sigh. "Calling it the Heart should be just fine, Inazuma."

"
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I'd probably be catching us up to now in the new style on that note. Not just truly restarting the story but basically writing what amounts to an abridged version of the story up to now.
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[x] Just continue from where we are, but make the updates less detailed outside of important parts, as otherwise we'll not reach an ending in our lifetime!
-[x] With the caveat that the voters have the option to take a closer look at any section up to this same point if you add in minor details that weren't covered enough. Up to your veto, naturally.
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I drift away from this site and come back to find this updated? What timing.

[X] Restart the story under this new format.

Sometimes, you just gotta start from the top again. Take two, folks.
Also, I remember nothing from earlier. But whatever, whichever vote wins, I'll make do.

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Loneliness.

That feeling of abandonment.

You don't know how long it's been since your existence has been defined by anything else.

You can remember something else - something that, long ago, lent you meaning in the form of purpose. Like... a guiding hand. Like a strong, wise friend who held you and promised your safety. Whatever it was, it was important to you. It was you, and it was everything that you were. But it went.

Replaced by this emptiness. Without warning. Without even a polite 'goodbye'. You were held and you were forgotten. Or perhaps you forgot?

You don't like this emptiness.

This feeling is not something you want to feel. It's something you want to go away.

You've sat here for a while now, hoping the feeling would go away. You don't remember what this place was. You don't remember why you were left here in the first place. You just know, sitting in the seat of your own detachment from your own purpose, you only wished to all the gods that could hear you that the feeling would go away. But it didn't.

Despite your hopes, despite your wishes. You lay immobile, too scared to move, too scared to think - until you found that your purpose for existing had been replaced.

It's been a while since then.

But you still want to remember.

It wasn't like a light that suddenly flooded that darkness. It wasn't a profound moment of realization. It was like waking up from a dream that you didn't realize was a dream at all.

You want to remember what once was.

What you were...

[ ] Once upon a time, you lifted a song out from your throat and held the hand of a lover.
[ ] Once upon a time, you were the vessel of celebration, of revelry and flowing drink.
[ ] Once upon a time, you held up the weight of a friend, a journey's closest companion.
[ ] Once upon a time, you sheltered the cold and the weak, even against the will of heaven.
[ ] Once upon a time, you were a beacon of hope, and your fragility never dimmed your faith.
[ ] Perhaps you were something else... (Write-in)
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That would be an insult to faggots.
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[X] Hop upon the girl.
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[X] When's dinner?
[X] Where's a good spot to get hung up?
[X] Hop upon the girl.

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// Formerly known as GreaterYakani.

A curtain lifts.

---- CHINA GROVE ----
---- Select Arc ----

[_] Kannapolis Arc
[_] China Grove Arc
[X] Concord Arc (locked)
[X] Charlotte Arc (locked)
[X] ?????? (locked)

// Votes will close 48 hours after the time of this post.
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...Out of the corner of your eye, you see an object in the sky. It is a strange portal-shaped object, with sparks flying, and bright yellow lines go throughout it, as if it was lightning, or something else electrical...

[No vote]

You keep running nonetheless, until you hear the voice of the maid. "So... we meet again, for the final time." You look the other way to see who she was talking to, and you see a figure that looked much like the portal, with the bright yellow lines and the sparks facing her. The figure also had what looked, from behind, to be five bronze disks that formed a half-circle around her, each connected with the same lines. "Perhaps it is yours, too." "Alright, enough dilly-dallying. You're gonna be dead any minute now." The maid retorted. After this, you could hear the sound of many, many blades being thrown and, by the sounds of it, just as much crackling.

Thinking that this was the chance to get Mima back, you run back to where you left her, but she's just... gone. There is no sight of her at all, except for one thing laying on the ground: a thin rod with a depiction of a crescent moon on its end, all painted a drably gray. You don't recall Mima keeping this with her for the time that you've seen her, leaving you asking how this got here. Confused, you pick up the rod and head back outside of the house that you were in, carrying it like a walking stick. Even at this distance, you can see the battle between the maid and electric-girl. You're not sure who's winning at the current moment, as it continues to look more and more like a standstill. You're too weak to intervene, and you'd probably just get shredded by blades and electrocuted into nothing but ashes if you tried.

So all that you're left with doing is just waiting, watching the battle as you do so. As the battle goes on, the battle seems to become more and more of a blur, until you're unable to keep up. You were never that good at seeing even moderately moving things, which didn't help either. Then, seemingly all at once, you hear the sound of glass breaking all around you. Looking around the co
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[X] The village.

Not the most helpful place, but the most obvious for our character
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Hi. It's been a while so I'll keep it short. I am not dead, I have just been quite busy with school and tests and other such things. Now that school is over for the year, I hope to put out an update within the month. Thanks for being patient with me.

~ Kurzov

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[x] Burger it up.
-[x] Converse with Sam as you can.

— - — - —

Well, first thing's first. You need to make like a caterpillar and shed your cocoon. You're fairly certain that she broke quite a few bones in your body, so you need some food. Sam, think you can find something to eat?

Sam begins to reach for the least filling thing in the room.

Bad! No eating people! Heck, as small as she is, she'd not even be worth the trouble.

Sam droops into a puddle, making the princess gag a bit at the sight. You sigh through the bandages. Doing so hurts, so you're fairly certain at least two of your ribs are broken.

Sam, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to yell like that.

An eye stalk rises out of the puddle. The bite-sized royal jumps in place, causing you to grunt in pain. Sam helpfully demands, "Get off my nose."

She blinks, before looking down at her broken chair. "Ohh! Err... sorry." She swiftly gets off of it, and manages to trip into your eye, earning another muffled grunt. Thankfully you can at least close it.

Sam, can you show me the room? I can't really move my neck.

Sam make like a periscope, revealing that you aren't alone. ...Well, alone as you can get. It seems there's a demon or something just sitting off to the side, looking grumpy.

If that's supposed to be the grim reaper, you're pretty sure they get this a lot, but holycrapthey'reeightfeettall!

...Or somewhere in that area. Sam's eyes just aren't as weird as yours, so you only get visual information of varying degrees of boring. Kind of tunnel visiony, too. Maybe she gave you a cat eye to look through? She does seem to like being creative with her eyes. You wonder why that i—

-1DT

Okay, okay! Jeez... Stupid freaking unthinkability... Ahh! There's your stuff!

+1DT

Sam proceeds to rummage.

Shin tilts her head, though the stranger asks, "What is it, girl? Did Timmy fall down a well?" After hearing her voice, you are certain she's just big... ...everything
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>>199017

Always gotta find room to tease the readers, however many are left. It's half the fun of writing interactive stories after all!
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And just binged this entire story. Excellent.

[x] "Is Shanghai safe? Is she okay?" Pass out.
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Never thought to say it, but on second thought, thank you. I appreciate your efforts.

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I think that's the best applause of the night. Yukari fakes a pout as she steps out in front of me, presumably to steal back the spotlight. I don't think she's going to be winning the audience's attention back after that, though.

[Hey.]

As if to drive the point home, she drops me through a gap back into my chair. This causes a jolt of adrenaline, but the applause instantly stops once everyone realizes it's only Yukari left on stage.

"Well, in any case," Yukari once again speaks into the microphone, "let's not delay lunch too much longer. I'm looking at someone right now who's already pouting about being kept from her food," she says while looking straight at Yuyuko, who actually isn't pouting, and in fact is staring back with the same emotionless expression as everyone else.

After another moment of awkward silence, she disappears through another gap, and the murmur of conversation once again slowly propagates across the clearing.

"We need to talk." Reimu's voice from behind causes me to jump.

"Wha- Don't do that Reimu, you almost gave me a heart attack."

She leans in closer and whispers.

"Yukari showing everyone what you look like has some dangerous implications," she explains. "We need to talk about it sometime later in private, as soon as possible."

"...What?" I ask, confused. "Why would that matter?"

"Like I said, we'll need to talk about it later. Stick around the party until after everyone's left. Tell Keine I asked you to stay behind if you need to, but this is very important."

"Okay, if you say so, I will," I respond.

"Good. I'll talk to you later, then."

She walks off... Straight to the buffet table. Then again, I guess she does seem to basically live mostly off of plain white rice, so I can't really blame her.

[D
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For a moment it looked like this was one of the rare few completed stories, then I see this thread.

God Damn It, Jerl
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HANASE, JERL
YAMEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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The author will likely not see your cries for attention, as this thread is auto-saged. Try taking it to /gensokyo/ if you seriously want to talk about stories, or /blue/ if you just want to shitpost. Thank you for your understanding.

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“I wonder if this is what it feels like to be a mother,” Aya said at long last. She had been relatively quiet for some time, offering only a terse shrug or half-mumbled reply whenever I said something. Part of it may have been a normal post-meal slump, that time when thoughts are weighed down by physical satisfaction. Part of it may have been real introspection. Perhaps, more likely, it had been a convenient way for her to setup whatever other point she wanted to make before the night was through.

I couldn’t tell what her deal really was. As the night wore on, I was less and less sure of her real thoughts and motivations. I briefly wondered if she thought the same about me, since I wasn’t really open either. At least, I tried not to be. I refrained from asking her about things I wanted to ask because I wasn’t sure if it’d be playing into her hand. At any rate, the timing was off.

I smiled, hoping to mask my true thoughts and went through the opening she left me, asking, “what do you mean?”

Aya sighed, leaned back in her chair and turned her eyes up to the ceiling, looking like she was staring through solid material at the stars. There was a pause. For better or worse, I found myself leaning in slightly, crossing my arms. “I have my doubts about if you’re ready,” she said, keeping her gaze fixed upwards.

“About tomorrow?” I asked the unnecessary.

“Yep. Going out into the wider world all by yourself isn’t easy. If you mess up, it won’t just be me that you have to worry about.”

“Even in the worst case scenario, I don’t think the elders would care that much about a single failing. That’s why we’re told about those stupid stories as kids, about the most important thing is learning from our mistakes,” I told her, not being able to help but remember one such story. Exiled from the tribe and forced to prove herself before being able to return… no one these days would stand for it.

“That’s not it at all,” Aya looked at me, eyes wide with something that could be interpreted as concern
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you've just made it clear you don't follow the story, why are you even bothering to complain
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Are you giving me permission to vote twice?
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In order of (likely) effort from least to most, here are some practical things you can do:
1) If you're one of the people who have been voting without thinking about the tengu perspective of the protagonist, reconsider your vote in light of that world view.
2) If you're not or already have: try to persuade other voters that your position makes the most sense.
3) Tell others to read and vote/recommend the story. Whether it's internet friends, irc, discord or whatever else. I've tried promoting the story but, honestly, this is the kind of thing that works best when it's a peer doing it. I've never seen any of my stories talked about or recommended despite being told in threads that it's okay/good, so that might be part of the problem.

I don't think any of those is truly hard and I'm limited as a writer to what I can do right now. My ideal for this story is to write substantial updates twice a week or so, getting 4-5 votes each time, but if I can't because of lack of audience/votes and lack of interest in the tengu perspective, then I'll have to implement a big restructuring at the very least or give up the story.

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I sighed as I sat up, annoyed at myself. Mother always said a shrine maiden’s most basic responsibility of all is towards herself – I couldn’t hope to serve her or help others if I couldn’t take care of myself. Eating enough and eating properly, sleeping right, keeping clean and neat; all elementary things you might not think consciously about, but of vital importance nonetheless. Because it was Mother’s direct teaching, I took it as seriously as I would any youkai extermination: a threat to my health was a thread to my work, and that could not be allowed.

I knew what the issue was. Slowing down to keep pace with Aya for a few days in a row had left me with excess energy. I didn’t think I was the kind to get restless over it, but it built up over time either way.


I took stock of our situation as I thought of what to do to work off the extra energy. The night no longer looked red: the thin white lines now radiated enough clear, bright light that they easily drowned out the moon and stars in intensity. They lacked the red color, as if they were on the inside, and the sky on the outside of a big pane of colored glass. They had nearly covered the entire sky now, and I had to look for a full minute to spot even one tiny patch of starlit sky not covered by the web of light. Whatever this was doing to the world, it would be complete before next dusk.

Aya breathed peacefully, having tumbled into sleep nearly instantly from the fatigue of the day. I felt a strong pull of anxiety as I saw his skinny, pale little limbs shake from another passing shiver, the fire having died down to embers by then. My teeth clenched. It was that same unexplainable protective instinct from before flaring up again. I huffed as I got up and fed the fire, and forcing myself to stop there. It would get improper, otherwise.

I hadn’t seen my friend for almost a full day now, but I quickly nixed the idea of going off to look for him. Aya was vulnerable here, I couldn’t just run off to look for a dog. There was one thing I could do to occupy my time.


I sat near the fire and started to relax, feeling the warmth of the fire wash over me. With some reverence, I drew an ofuda out fr
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Wait what. Seriously? Damn.

Well, thank you for your time and effort; I certainly don't think it was a waste. I could tell toward the end that you cared less and less, but at least during the Seija story it still felt like you were invested. And Kiss Me looked like nothing less than a labor of love - you'll have to forgive me if I refuse to believe you didn't feel something from that epic, even if it makes me a big fat hypocrite.

But anyway, thanks for the good times, and good luck with whatever you decide to 'waste' your free time on instead.
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It sucks to see it stop, but I suppose if it's not fun for you to write, it can't be helped. For whatever it's worth I enjoyed reading and I'm sure a lot of others did as well.

I would like an ending of sorts if you can be bothered, just for a little closure. Doesn't have to be long or good but something is better than nothing IMO
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Witness: yet another reason we should have more writers working for commission. Everything would be so much easier around here if writers were slaves to our capitalist society instead of normal people with feelings/emotions.

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[x] What's all this about a 'were-hakutaku' anyway?
[x] She seemed kind of cranky when I talked to her. Is that normal for her?
[X] This "outside world trinket" shop seems interesting. Maybe they could give me some more precise directions.

"Oh, are you guys talking about her being a, er… were-hakutaku?"

One of the guys, just out of his teens with patchy facial hair, let out a laugh. "Yeah. Don't ask me how it works; I doubt even the Hiedas know. The gist of it is: get bit by something and change into it on the full moon. This something happened to be a hakutaku.” He waved over to someone a few years older than him. “Masa, you know more than me. What was that thing again?"

"I've heard that a hakutaku is a beast that appears to give advice to kings once they've proven they’re all virtuous and sagely,” his friend answered. “It can name each and every type of youkai in the world, how to exterminate the evil ones, how to cozy up to the good ones, all that good stuff." He drew lazy circles with his hand. "So, kinda like the youkai equivalent of the Hiedas, heh."

"The Hiedas, huh?" I scratched my head. The name was sort of familiar, but all I had to go on was what Kasen told me, which was very little.

A grin spread on one of the older women's faces. "That's right, it was that Yasumi girl who wrote that book for outsiders, wasn’t it?"

The whole bath shared a chuckle. Oh, right, there was that rivalry over ‘plagiarism’ or something.

The beardy kid spoke up again. "The Hiedas are the ones you'll want to trust when it comes to youkai. They’ve kept all the notes for the Gensokyo Chronicles. Of course, it was Lady Akyuu that wrote it."

Akyuu, huh? I’d have to keep that name in mind. "Quite a story. Anyway, what about Keine?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. The weird part with her is, nobody can be quite sure what's true or not since her powers affect history."

"Yeah, that's something else I was wondering about. Sounds awfully weird a
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>July 2015

It's dead, Jim.
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>>198887
Just read an alternate story you... YOU... DOUBLE FUKU!

In all seriousness, I miss it, too, but all there is to do is wait.
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At least he's still working on Tycoon.

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