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Within my delectable, if I might add. More so than food or sex, I thirst for knowledge. Say no more. And in Ikebukuro of all places? Oh, err, it was pure coincidence. Say, the last time we met at Rokutenba Mall was pure coincidence too, right?

What movie shall we watch? I see them. I like how you always sneak into position while screaming and gore… Surely they have one of those here? See Volume 2 or Episode 5 of the anime adaptation. I thought the new character was really cute though. She was there only to briefly set up the backstory — a throw-in who unwittingly undid the reputation of the far superior TV adaptation.

It had taken considerable effort movie. I guess Senpai noticed me freezing up when it was time to order. But having said that, Utaha-senpai was clearly not yet prepared to bring our rendezvous to an end.

Should anything be more important than pleasing our users? Coffee: A beverage second only to Dr Pepper, the intellectual drink for the chosen 16 ones. Yes, Eriri, I love childhood friends too. With the Sky Lounge obviously beyond my means, we settled for a place in the more affordable Shopping Street to end off our da- I mean, shopping trip.

Especially you, Ethics-kun. Today was nothing but literature and otaku culture. No prizes for guessing. Is that so? Like business ventures or… stuff. Just hold it right there!

I have to pick my words carefully. I mean, what are we doing in a place like this?! A-Anyway, we should start looking for them right away!.

They might undermine the very existence of our circle! Not today anyway. In other words, it had taken me half an hour to fully recover from the shock I She must have seen through me by now.

Of the many emotions swirling in my chest, that was how I chose to convey the one I wanted to the most. I noticed Utaha-senpai was now staring directly into my eyes. Those same sleepy eyes still looked up into mine. I believe some form of reward is in order. Aki-kun did tell us to be here at ten, right? So you were doing it at the Prince21 last night!

Just to be on the safe side, you know? Then things will get really bad really soon. We then arrive at the eventual climax of the story. And the ending really gave me goosebumps. Eriri, slightly more calm, bitter, and contrite than before, called out to me. The entire theme of our game might have changed. Get some self-awareness, Mr. Well, I never meant to be. So before we begin work proper, I think a formal vote is in order?

Do we take the easy way out and stick with the adequately entertaining original? She understands the gravity of the outcome and the responsibility that comes with it. Or do we choose the less-travelled path that may reward us with a far more compelling end product? I hate it when people snore. It gets on my nerves no matter how soft it is. Thanks, Aki-kun. Abandoned— I mean, entrusted with making the final call on the scenario, I had been mumbling to myself Hmm… Hmm… Hmm… Hmm… Hmm… for more than an hour.

Aki-kun thinks about your dress? Tell me. So, what is it? Cut off from aid, Eriri all but wilted over. Come look at this, you two! The place we had arranged to meet was a small park fairly near my house, right next to the Shimamura Middle School which I had once attended. It was also the same place where I had reunited with my underclassman after three years. If I recall, it was you who arranged this meeting? What have you done with Izumi-chan? Then what about fan mail addressed to the creators?

What the hell happened to your pride?! Allow me to thank you for your support, Tomoya-kun. Toyed by the same unfortunate fate, doomed forever to reincarnate and to love each other again. Three years my junior, she became an otaku under my personal influence. I was fortunate enough to chance upon her work during Summer Comiket, and was thoroughly surprised, awed, and moved by her then undisclosed talent. This is our competition. All I did was eavesdrop a little at never cross. Summer Comiket.

It was Izumi-chan herself who said she wanted to fight all of you on equal terms. While noticeably restrained, the high pitched voice and distinctive lisp were univocally hers. And despite her diminutive stature, there was one area she was certainly not lacking in. Another prominent force in the doujin illustration scene had made her appearance. Frilly and lacy, a dull yet gaudy outfit now hugged her body, while similarly flashy ribbons and shoes tied her hair and adorned her feet.

It would be hard to mistake her for anything but a gothic lolita. It was as if two Izumis existed; the cheerful girl during the day, and the demon who manifests and possesses her when night falls.

How have you been? So, have you gotten used to life back here? Made some friends? All those people smiling after they saw your work? I feel really bad about leaving you out of the conversation The one that was so pure only three months ago.

An unexpected entrance. Clad in black from head to toe. A voice as soft as a light breeze. In the meantime, try not to At this point I was finding Eriri to be more of a nuisance than of any assistance. The Dark Izumi-chan who had so far managed to keep in character, now directed all her animosity onto And is it just me, or does Eriri seem to be the villain here? When did things between the two of them get this bad? Women are scary. I can understand where Sawamura-senpai is coming from.

Catfights are scary. It seemed to me like he just breezily discounted the author of a light novel selling over , copies. But I never said anything about writing a better story. Why would I do that anyway?! I wonder when it was that we started thinking that Katou had already left.

Work hard, okay? We never used to attract any significant attention eating together like this. Not just any kind of text though. A curry bun and black coffee. What was that? Why the sudden motivation? Because of that, the evening sun was higher than usual in the sky as Katou and I strolled towards the station.

Something else had changed though. Hey, people have really done that before, you know? It was one of pure elation, like when you finally found the path forward you had been searching for. I felt chills run up my spine as Katou made her terrifying suggestion. Katou mused, looking down in thought with an expression more serious than usual. I still have to script everything from the beginning to the end, you know.

See you. The file for the background here is missing. We have to make sure the entire thing works first. She had immediately started up the PC and began expertly tinkering with the script without taking so much as a break until now. I bought a bottle of black coffee just in case. Play the game and understand. Instead, she stood up slowly, shuffled unsteadily into a corner of the room and collapsed. Wake me up in two hours.

And in the time it took me to think that, she was already fast asleep. A form of storytelling using picture scrolls or illustrated boards inserted into a stage, withdrawn one by one as the story progresses. Analogous to puppet shows in Western context. I knew it! I always knew that your 2D otaku At least Katou has returned to her usual deadpan self after sleeping a little. I give in! The identity of my attacker should be pretty obvious by now. The melody that came out reminded me more of the desultory ramblings of a ukulele.

Looks like Michiru had dutifully kept to her principles of unannounced marauding. I thought as a recalculation of epic As Michiru quickly grasped the situation, I noticed that she had sometime liberated her usual place on my proportions raged in my head. Why would they have anything to do with this?!

Then… If I remember correctly, Echika had some experience in programming. My room, in the afterglow of the party after everyone had left. The morning after a weekend that had passed like a storm. Go and get their help! Go and see if your house is a good place to work! But with the speedy arrival of Toki, Echika and Ranko, we made dramatic progress.

Himekawa Tokino, rhythm guitar. Morioka Ranko, drums. I haven't slept a wink at home. So you've been working hard this year too, hmm? You can tell me. What are we talking about again? You know it starts tomorrow, right? I see. Wow, it's that time of year already? Oh, you came at a great time, Yoshihiko. In return for robbing me of my precious naptime, you The feeling of sudden realization was so painfully surreal and I was thoroughly disappointed by the have the honor of buying me a curry bun for lunch.

If I know you, you're planning he produced a melon bun and sat on the chair in front of me. Just tell me already. Been working hard? The war never ends. I'd heard that story before. Oh, yeah. With neither the time nor the patience to figure out how to explain myself, I had already mentally abandoned Yoshihiko's long spiel about the school festival and was waiting for him to change the subject.

I couldn't tell you for sure though. That's because the scriptwriter's nationally acclaimed. The true queen will always be the And the drama club is probably doing a rerun because that scriptwriter is too busy to come up with a new defending champ Sawamura, though.

That wouldn't be anything to sniff at. Winning three in a row would be a straight ticket to failure in life. As I lay face down in silent meditation, I couldn't tell if the hand shaking my shoulder and voice calling my name were figments of my imagination or not.

It's limited to living girls, so dakimakura are a no go, of course. You should have already calculated my chances of going when you made that last statement.

Your figure's become really thin since I last saw you That's about equivalent to the girl asking you to date her. It took me until yesterday to complete it. We found ourselves a little later than usual on the way home to the station. Until now. Aki-kun always seems to be sleeping, so we haven't talked senpai, and myself in making this product as good as it can possibly be.

Who would want "Hmm? You have to stop looking at those cue cards all the time, Katou. I know. You finally have an answer for Kasumigaoka-senpai. I chose both. Even the way she speaks shows she is finally waking to her potential as a deadpan snarker. Aki-kun should go whichever way he thinks is right. Some people. What about our circle? Megumi's not with you? I haven't seen her at all today And so the day finally arrived.

I won't enjoy it when it happens, but I'll still have to settle things then, once and for all. A Friday late in November, the first day of the longest three-day period in Toyogasaki's calendar. I'm just a little early. The Toyogasaki school festival. She'll come, even if it's a rerun.

With the opening ceremony held in the gymnasium finally out of the way, the various classrooms rang There's no way she'll miss her baby on stage. The pandemonium only ends with the folk dance on the last day. It was the overbearing expectation of the next item.

When's your screening starting? I can't find it anywhere in the pamphlet. Sorry, but I've got to go. As we conversed, fast-paced preparations began on the set for the imminent performance. There's someone I absolutely must find by today, talk to by tomorrow and satisfy by the day after… Only that the same person, who had me running around the school all morning, was nowhere to be found. To my considerable misfortune, I had already gotten to experience the terror of working with Utaha- "It's really only been two weeks, but it feels like so much longer.

I suppose we did. Then, as the build-up abruptly concluded, all the lights in the building went out, drawing the attention of Utaha-senpai never once apologized for her obsession with detail or her stubbornness, the latter of the audience towards the stage now basking in the spotlight.

She never once made concessions for bad acting, a cosmetic appreciation of the script, or a clear lack of talent right from the outset; she would The emcee began narrating the start of the performance right on cue. The script of this play was written by Kasumigaoka Utaha, repeatedly by the vocabulary of a Best New Author. The novelist who wrote this legendary drama in her spare time now sat in the seat next to mine, watching the stage expressionlessly. And so?

The original? Or the second? Tensions flared and lines fired " Though I had long since come to terms with the weight of the decision I made, I found myself slowly assaulted by an intense pressure as I began to consider the now-likely possibility of Utaha-senpai To turn away now would be an unforgivable waste of the spectacle unfolding in front of our eyes.

Or perhaps To redo it over again. Not a death sentence, but forced labor. Preoccupied with my own affairs, I had completely failed to notice her flushed cheeks, the thin film of sweat on her forehead and her body, rigidly alert until now.

Claps and cheers erupted universally across the gym. But I instantly realized that Utaha-senpai was clearly not exaggerating.

An Oriental superstition. Which parts of the scenarios were bad? And incredibly riveting. And Meguri circumstance affect the main plot and become anything more than an accessory. The second was tear-jerking, painful, gut-wrenching — truly an amazing read. Ruri was heartbreaking.

So why? Those two novels could never be made into one game. Utaha-senpai and I sat a mere 10 centimeters apart on a bench. I was jolted back to reality from the dark futility and gravity of the whole situation by a much calmer reaction than what I had been waiting nervously for.

I should first list out all the actions Senpai is likely to take, followed by my optimal responses. The Slap "And I Even though While it was impossible to arrive at any definitive conclusion using only the words in each fragment of 2.

Running away broken speech that came out of Senpai's mouth, it certainly felt like a terrifyingly intense battle was taking place within her. You good-for-nothing rascal! Preferably the latter? Or rather, stared daggers into me.

All the above happy endings are traps. And besides, only Azumi Seiji43 would ever have to deal with these kinds of developments. Similar to quotation marks. Very well, I will now do you a favor by crushing you. Kneel 2. Run 3. Cry "I will destroy you conclusively using all the resentment and pain I have accumulated this past year.

Your existence as a creator is as good as over. I expected Senpai to be dejected after all that, but she's high-strung now. But whatever. Are you sure? Are you sure you want to go toe to toe with me, Utaha-senpai?

Are you saying you'll resign if you're wrong? Nothing good will come from me bulldozing my own agenda. In the end, I only want us to make as good of a game as we possibly can. But that's why I've strived for perfection this time — by clearly listing the problems of the current scenarios and preparing a four-day plan for rectifying those mistakes.

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