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26485 No. 26485
[Take Cirno's hand and slowly walk toward the exist, talking petty talk with her, completely ignoring this immature child named Remilia.]

Impress. Impress. You have to impress. Impress or die. Die, never to live, never to understand, never to save the ones you care about, all for the pleasure of a sadistic child vampire. Seems that death by insanity runs in the Scarlet blood. No, no…think, must think…think hard, think good, think smart…can’t die, not yet not yet, gotta live, live and escape. Impress the Mistress. Something impressive…

You thought you had been pretty smart. Sneaking around the mansion, discovering things that ought not to be discovered, delving into the mysteries of Flandre and Remilia...but supposedly it wasn’t good enough. Nothing you’ve done thus far has been good enough, save for bringing Cirno into the mansion, and that was only because Remilia wants to kill her personally. What would be, then, to save yourself from the fate of death?

You could stand up for your ideals and tell her everything she’s doing is wrong, that there’s a better way to live…

You could beg for your life, showing her the potential the future can hold for anyone if just given a chance…

You could offer yourself as her servant, if only she’ll spare your life, and Cirno’s…

You could suddenly attack, grab Nathaniel’s Equitas and Seraphim…

You could run, distract her with danmaku…

You could use Fate of the Present correctly, in the way Nathaniel could never figure out…

You could denounce her for the evil, spoiled little brat she is, spitting into the face of her, her game, and her mansion as a whole…

Useless. All useless. There’s minor flaws with any of them, and the major flaw still remains; she wouldn’t be impressed with anything short of a miracle. It’s a game to her, a game in which she demands perfection of her players; an impossible request. She’ll never be satisfied with anything a common man like you can think up, not if what she claims is true, and you’re just the most recent in a long line of down-to-earth farmboys she’s tortured inside these walls. She knows all the tricks, or all least all of yours. Nothing is good enough for her…

…nothing? Wait, nothing…

Nothing is good enough for her.

She won’t accept anything you try…so why try? Why play her game any longer? Why give in to what she wants? You’ve got a gut feeling that no matter what you do, you’ll be dead in ten minutes anyways, just like Sakuya said. Why spend your last ten minutes a slave to her demands?

Silence. Ignorance. You are going to defy Remilia not with action, but with a lack of it. You’re going to hold Cirno by the hand. You’re going to walk right out those mansion doors. You’re going to comfort her, and only her. You’re not even going to give Remilia even one more iota of the attention her spoiled child-mind craves. And you’re not going to look back.

You turn Cirno towards you and kneel down, drawing her into a shaky hug. As you rest your head against hers, you whisper just a few phrases of instruction to her. “Cirno…we’re going to leave. Just leave. Don’t look at Remilia. Don’t talk to her. Don’t answer her. Pretend she just doesn’t exist. Pretend Sakuya doesn’t exist. It’s the only way to really give her a message. By ignoring her.”

Cirno looks at you closely, a tear or two of fear dripping down her face. She solidifies her complexion and nods. Standing back up, you decide to look over Nathaniel just one last time before the end. God almighty is he in bad shape; you can see the blood-stained floor through the holes in his hands and feet, now little better than immobile stubs of flesh. He has somehow managed to drag himself into a hunched over position, barely better than just lying on the ground. His whole body shakes as you hear quiet, dry sobs emanating from his mouth. Not of pain, strangely, but of sadness, of anguish…of defeat. Intrigued, you kneel down slowly next to him, interested in the words coming out of his mouth. He doesn’t seem to realize you or anyone else is even there.

“Why…why did…? It, no, always…always fail, always failed…even when I succeeded. This, this…all over again, and still…I tried…I tried! Why does it always…and now I, I…I had it all…planned…It was going…why? Why? I, I can’t…I can’t…It never, never works. Never has. Never can. Won’t ever. But…but I…I……act the hero? Is that…am I? But I know I, I don…don’t. I, I don’t. I don’t! I don’t!

“…U…Usss…Uso, d-da. Liar. Liar…liar…liar…liar…Liar…Liar…Liar! LIAR! LIAR-R-R-HR-HR-HR!!”

You think the man might be trying to pound his fist into the ground with his words, but all he can manage is to slide his broken hand across the ground, creating nonsensical smears of red on the marble floor. He descends into words of utter nonsense and chaos, almost impossible to make out through your ear is now less then a meter from his head.

“Never…Iwanna…wanito…hero..beero, butye…iyeyehuhuh...wanito…allwayuh…can…candto…candtoit. Wondoituh-huh-hugh. Notta…no. Know…notta…notta-neemore. Eyewoahnd. Neverer. Neverergen. I…I quituh. Dondcare. Stop. Cleaning stop. World…cleaning…stop.

He trails off into mumbles, and then into silence. Kneeling down closer to him, he finally notices your presence.

“Hi,” he greets weakly, not caring to look up at you, or perhaps not having the strength to.

“Hey,” you reply.

“Belt. Belt pocket. Left side. Three from buckle. Can’t…I can’t use, use my hands.”

You’ve no real idea what to expect, but you honor his request, and search the belt pouch third from the left. In it you find, once again, that odd bottle of pearly liquid from days past, the two notes still attached.

“What is it?” you ask quietly, trying to keep your movements hidden from Remilia and Sakuya, who seem to be doing the elegant equivalent of absolutely nothing right now.

He grits his teeth in pain and groans. Waiting a few seconds for it to subside, he continues very directly, trying to say as much as he can with as little as possible.

“Hourai…Elixer. New, new batch. Dilute. One-one millionth concentration with inhibitors n’ stuff. S’posed to give infinite regeneration, a week or so. Prototype. Don’t trust luck. Might not work. Probably just makes you immortal forever like original batch. Got—unnngh—got it from Yagokoro. Traded for my watch supplies. Sands of Time; had some extra. Magic stuff. Found it by accident once. Stupid, really.” He summons up an impressive amount of energy and lifts a hand to painfully point at Cirno before he stumbles back onto the floor in pain.

“Nnngh…Cirno. It should…should fix you. Not sure, but…but maybe. Think it over…if it doesn’t work right, immortality means forever. No going back. Never.”

You cradle the crystal vial like a child, not daring to even put it in your pocket. Immortality for a week if it works…immortality for eternity if it doesn’t. The answer…this is the answer. The cards are a joke, a lie, but this…this is real. This is true.

“Th…Thank you,” Cirno replies kindly, bending over and giving Nathaniel a small kiss on the cheek. He shakes his head.

“No. No, I…I don’t deserve thanks. Thank you. Both of you. Thank you, for everything. Everything you did for me. And I’m sorry, sorry for everything I did to you. You…You were right, Farmer. I was trying to be the hero again. Just took me this long to realize I’ll never be. Go…leave…I’m dead anyways. Don’t—nnngh!—don’t waste your life like I did.”

(Famous last words…)

>> No. 26486
(…will any remember them?)

You want so say something…something to comfort him. But you can’t find the words. You don’t even know if there are any. You can’t just let him die like this…but you don’t have a choice. Either you stay here and he dies with you, or you leave and he dies anyways. Why…why does it have to end like this?

You stand back up and look at Cirno, who looks back at you. You both nod to each other and look towards the door. From this angle, you can walk right to it.

“I’m waiiiiting,” Remilia sings impatiently, bobbing her foot in the air as she seems to sit cross-legged in an invisible chair.

“Come on, Cirno. Let’s just go.”

Together the two of you make for the door. You can’t tell if Remilia (or Sakuya for that matter) is focusing on you, because you’ve resolved yourself to not focus on them.

“So, what should we do once this is all over?” you ask the fairy softly. “Any ideas?”

She plays along. “Well, I’d really kinda like to just sleep; like sleep all day. ‘M really tired. Then, I dunno, maybe you ‘n me could go visit places tomorrow. Like, we could go see Miss Letty!”

“And exactly where do you think you’re going?” Remilia asks, sounding rather miffed.

You nod. “Sleep sounds good. Real good. I think I could sleep for two days after all this.”

She grins. “Bet I could sleep for three.

“Four.”

Five.”

“Six.”

Seven!

“Eight.”

“Nine…ty zillion and nine!”

You smile and place your hand on the doorknob. Good; it’s not locked.

“I asked you a question, boy. Come back here.”

You open the door. The morning sunlight looks fresh and new; much better than the windowless interior of the mansion.

Come. Back. Here. Now.

The door begins to swivel shut behind you. A cool breeze hits your face. It feels good. Feels free.

“You will return here at once, or I swear I’ll tear that fairy apart in front of your eye before I rip it off! I, will, make, you, suffer!

You hesitate for only a moment, but it’s past now. It’s over. You’re outside. The door is shut. She’s not a problem. She’s gone. It’ll be okay. It’ll…it’ll be…okay…

The two of you casually walk down the mansion steps and down the flagstone path. A part of you is afraid that any moment you’ll hear the tumultuous sound of the doors crashing open and hell being unleashed upon you, but it doesn’t come. Maybe it never will. The sun is higher in the sky than you expected; time must go by quickly within those walls. The globe casts comforting golden rays on the green grass, shifting slowly to ones of orange and pink and red in the morning clouds.

You slow down your walk and twirl the vial of Elixer in your free hand. It could just be another one of Nathaniel’s plots…but somehow you just know that it isn’t; this one is real. You show the vial to Cirno.

“Is it…is it worth the risk, Cirno?” you ask, almost hypothetically.

She thinks for a while, but after her face goes through several different contemplative states, she merely shrugs her shoulders. “I…I, it’s…I don’t know. It’s too hard for me. I’m not the smart one, remember? You’re like way smarter than me; you’re Mr. Smart! So, I guess, umm…you, you decide, for me. I, I’ll, I…I trust you. I’m not afraid anymore. The Strongest isn’t gonna be afraid anymore, not never.”

You look from Cirno to the vial, back to Cirno, and back to the vial. The crystal shines in the sunlight, but it can’t compare to the shine of hope and compassion in the fairy’s eyes. So little time spent in Gensokyo…so much experienced…and in the end, she’s the only thing you managed to keep with you. And now…now you have a choice. You could keep her forever. An infinity of forevers, until the world ends, and perhaps even beyond that. But how long will it last? Forty years before you pass away? Fifty if you’re lucky? Can you force perfect immortality on her just for fifty years of your own selfish time? Can you live your life knowing she’ll be cursed with life eternal long after the world has forgotten your name?

…But can you live your life if she dies within the next year, or the next month? Will your existence in Gensokyo mean anything without her? Could you learn to let her go?

And yet…this is only if the potion fails. It might succeed. It might do just what Dr. Yagokoro designed it to do: a week of infinite regeneration. One week to escape this mess, to run far, far away, and get help. One week to solve this mystery once and for all.

It could save her, or condemn her…It could save you, or condemn you.

The power of eternity in the palm of your hand.

[ ] Let her drink.
[ ] Do not let her drink.
[ ] Drink it yourself.
[ ] …there’s enough in here for two…

Afterwards…
[ ] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling (specify how)
[ ] Veer off to the side of the grounds. Have Cirno fly you both over the wall.
[ ] Veer off to the garden. Go into the caves.
[ ] Veer off to the garden. Look around for Flandre.
[ ] …No. This was stupid. Go back inside the mansion.
[ ] Destiny lies in your own hands. Write-in.

========================================

And unto you I ask a question:

The gift of life immortal, upon this ancient land;
Would it be a blessing, with the whole world in your hand?
Or would it be a curse instead that rots you to the core?
Eternity is waiting now, so choose forevermore.

>>26475
>It's too bad we can't have another playthrough like with a game to try and see other routes (like Koakuma or Sakuya maybe?). Ok, Koakuma's route just spells bad end but hey, I'd have wanted to read that bad end...
Sad, but true; A Scarlet-Stained Memoir would not work well with a second play-through. All the paranoia would be gone.

And who are you to judge Koakuma? Do you know her? Do you understand her? Did you even try to? Those who do not even try shall see their lives pass them by in fear and boredom.

>>26477
>The suspense is KILLING me.
I now suspend you in a different way, instead.

>>26478
>Also, 256+ posts with so few updates. Jesus, it's like Owen is trying to break all the records of the boards. If he doesn't make a new thread, I can see this one getting close to MiG's record of 1,5k+ posts.
Not hardly. I simply cannot keep up with the influx of comments fast enough to make new threads as soon as 200 rolls around; I have never said I was a fast writer, and I have unfortunately slowed down as of late. A 1500 post thread would just be silly in this day and age. Awesome, but silly.

>>26481
>Route doesn't necessarily mean romantic involvement, it could simply mean friendship or an attachment to a specific character but it usually always ends with that character being the focus of the ending for our hero whether it be his reason for acting or a person he/she can bind their fate with after the story. For all we know, there might have been a route that could have led us to become good friends with Nathaniel!
I assess this statement to be correct in many ways.

>>26484
>Do you enjoy torturing us? I demand a WALL next post.
As I have stated before, all my posts are walls. Perhaps you would do well to remember that.
>> No. 26487
If we're gonna keep this nonchalant act up then...

[-] …there’s enough in here for two…
[-] Casually walk up to the gate, knock on it and ask Meiling to let you through. Assuming it's locked of course.
>> No. 26488
Do note that Fairy Reincarnation/Regeneration is quite different from Hourai induced Immortality. This isn't a fix even if it works like the real thing.
>> No. 26489
[x] Do not let her drink.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling by scrying her if the gate is opened and walking by. If it's closed wake her up. When awake simply ask her and apologize for having to leave.
[x] Don't look back.
>> No. 26490
[-] …there’s enough in here for two…
[-] Casually walk up to the gate, knock on it and ask Meiling to let you through. Assuming it's locked of course.
>> No. 26491
[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.
>> No. 26493
[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.
>> No. 26494
>(…will any remember them?)

Isn't it sad, Natcchan? ;_;
>> No. 26497
[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source. Regardless if it works or not, dump it somewhere safe.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.

I'm of the belief that the Hourai Elixer can go fuck itself in the ass.
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>>26485
Oh god, Nat's condition broke my heart... our rival, our foil, our comrade... Such a perplexing existance, always demanding as much (if not more) than what he would yield, and perniciously obsessed in doing it in the most perplexing manner. That he would end up feeble, humiliated, dying, and abandoned by the only person that had even a remote chance of saving him...

Suffice it to say, it's a bit of a downer.

I'd love to be a fly on the wall in the mansion right now. Remilia's reaction would probably be pretty interesting since it could range from amusement to pure rage. All things considered, though, our immediate future probably involves a time skip, relocation, and a fairy knifed to a wall as an incentive for future consideration.

Voting later; I'll wait until there's been some more substantive discussions on the topic. Until then, image is very related to the situation at hand~
>> No. 26499
[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.

Road to victory, straightforward gaze, decisive step, final destination GO!
>> No. 26500
>I'd love to be a fly on the wall in the mansion right now. Remilia's reaction would probably be pretty interesting since it could range from amusement to pure rage. All things considered, though, our immediate future probably involves a time skip, relocation, and a fairy knifed to a wall as an incentive for future consideration.

We could find out easily enough by scrying her or Sakuya, but since she knows this, we can't really trust what we'll see. When we scried her after her conversation with Nathaniel that walked out on, she seemed calm and collected, in the expectation that he'd return.

Or maybe we're overestimating our own importance, and she's more interested in the despairing Nathaniel now that his only chance of salvation just walked out the door. His will is utterly broken now, and it shouldn't be difficult for her to re-mold him to her liking.
>> No. 26501
Lying...

You understand? Let's make our exit pure.

[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source. Regardless if it works or not, dump it somewhere safe.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
[x] "Hey."
[x] "Anyway, we're leaving now."
>> No. 26502
>>26501

Who is lying?
>> No. 26503
You know, something...

From post one--I don't know--I mean--it's hard for me to say what I want to say, to put it in words.

But from post one--a CYOA is a game, right? A grand adventure, with us the protagonist. The leading man.

We were trying to be the hero, too, weren't we? Trying to solve all the mysteries, make peace, teach the meaning of friendship. We were trying to be the hero, and we just stopped.

Yeah. I don't know. Yeah.
>> No. 26505
>We were trying to be the hero, too, weren't we? Trying to solve all the mysteries, make peace, teach the meaning of friendship. We were trying to be the hero, and we just stopped.

A hero is a character in a story, and all stories end. A lucky few get to live happily ever after, while others eat shit and die. Take Nathaniel's word for it: Playing at being the hero in Remilia's Mansion is a dumb idea that is doomed to failure.

And Farmer never had any such pretensions. Remember what he said to Nathaniel when they escaped the catacombs? He would investigate, but not at the cost of his own life or that of the one closest to him.
>> No. 26506
>>26503

Mystic Farmer did a *Heaven Feel* personality switch just like Shirou, he already stop playing Mr.hero for a while now (last time was the whole THIS CHAIR thing and the Nate/Farmer speech about heroism).
He just decide to stop meddling with everyone life, seekin a truth that (maybe) never existed to begin with and just been Cirno's superhero. The dude make the best choice, get the hell out of here with her, without looing back even once.

U.N. Owen already mention the fact that trying to save everyone will end up with the dead of the said *everyone*.

If you want to vote for going back, then do so, but you going alone pal!
>> No. 26507
>>26503
A strange game.
The only winning move was to not play.
>> No. 26508
>>26503
I think that stopped when Flandre made us put our own eye out.
>> No. 26510
[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.

I think this is the best course of action, though I would like to vote to ask for Meiling to come with us. But that's just me being a fan of her, and I'm not quite sure if the Farmer here wants to do anything that generous, especially with the possibility of Meiling eventually being used against us.
>> No. 26511
I am honestly surprised that worked as well as it did. Well, insofar as it not resulting in us being reduced to a bloody smear on the floor, at any rate. We still have to get off of the mansion grounds, though.

It seems almost like some sort of reversal. While before the question might have been why we or Nathaniel did not simply leave when we had the option to do so, now I have to wonder why Remilia did not do more to stop us from walking out the door than she did.

If she wanted us or Cirno dead, she could have killed us at any time with no effort. If she wanted to stop us from leaving, she could have at least locked the door.

Could it be that for someone like her, who never says "please" or "thank you" and expects her every whim to be obeyed without question, to be not only disobeyed but flat-out ignored is something she has no idea of how to deal with?

Or perhaps that's just a part of the true nature of Remilia's power; choice. There's not some mystical force keeping Patchouli content to remain in her library, Sakuya faithfully serving her mistress, and certainly not keeping Flandre in her basement. They are where they are because they choose to be. It was no different for Nathaniel. It's not that he was stuck playing the game in spite of his attempts to resist and escape, he was continuing to play it because of his attempts to resist and escape.

I really have to feel bad for the poor guy. He wanted so badly to save others, yet couldn't even manage to save himself. To make things worse, he was so focused on his gun, sword, and watch to get him out of the game, he forgot that the most valuable and effective tool and weapon at his disposal was right inside his head. An unfortunate thing to forget, considering that when he was in Flandre's little game room, stripped of those very items, his mind is what allowed him to escape the room unscathed and without sacrificing his humanity.

But that's in the past. Now we need only concern ourselves with getting as far away from this place as possible, and pray that what we've done is truly the way to beat Remilia and her game, rather than simply pissing her off and essentially signing our own death warrants.
>> No. 26512
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[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.

I wanted to see Flan-chan a last time but this solution seems to be the best, and the furthest of a Bad End.
Oh! and also:

If she try to stop you:
[X]Fight her with danmaku. You and Cirno could probably win against a 3rd stage boss. And it may even impress Remilia (if she's still watching us).

(pic no more related, but I just refound it)
>> No. 26515
[ ] …there’s enough in here for two…
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.
>> No. 26516
I vote against
[REJECTED]…there’s enough in here for two…

And I vote for this for the Meiling part.

[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.
>> No. 26517
[x] Hold off on taking the elixir for now.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.

I'm pretty impressed with what you did with Nathaniel Owen, I thought you liked him too much to do that.
It was a real "Alas poor Scrappy" moment.
Good job.
>> No. 26519
This write-in is incomplete.

[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.
- [x] If she asks what time you estimate your return, she should tell the Mistress: "She can expect to see me with the morning sun."

I think a vampire will get the message: You're not coming back.

A bit late, but hopefully something to be taken into consideration.
>> No. 26520
>>26519

This my good sir! Is an awesome line to wrap up this story once and for all.

[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.
- [x] If she asks what time you estimate your return, she should tell the Mistress: "She can expect to see me with the morning sun."
>> No. 26521
[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling.
- [x] Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.
- [x] If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.
- [x] If she asks what time you estimate your return, she should tell the Mistress: "She can expect to see me with the morning sun."
>> No. 26522
>Sad, but true; A Scarlet-Stained Memoir would not work well with a second play-through. All the paranoia would be gone.

Damn, i wanted to look at the other characters and finish the other routes. Explore what we couldn't. Find out what we missed. Center the plot around Flandre or Patchouli.

A Scarlet Stained Memoir reminds me much of Cluedo. Three Cards, one suspect, one weapon and one room.
If you shuffle everything and draw them at random maybe you can create it again without killing the suspense.
>> No. 26523
Reminds me of this :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn481KcjvMo
>> No. 26524
>[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source
>Don't drink it.

Fixed that for you. What makes you guys think there will be even a chance of 'getting the truth from it's source'? Doing that requires to leave the mansion and that means winning the damn game. I say we drink the stuff, both Farmer and Cirno. That ought to nerf it's effects while still having some effects. Drinking little enough will probably gice the one week imortality.


>Leave the mansion

Congratulations! The game has ended, YOU'RE FREE!
>Don't leave the mansion

A mad Remilia decapitates your fairy. Are you a badass enough dude to take responsibility?
>> No. 26525
What really bothers me about drinking it that I'm not entirely confident diluting the Hourai elixir would actually do anything. It may be one-one millionth concentration, but infinity divided by a million is still infinity.
>> No. 26528
[x] Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.
[x] Veer off to the side of the grounds. Have Cirno fly you both over the wall.

I can understand going past Meiling, but she might slow us down. Could be just enough for something to cause us to fail escape.
>> No. 26530
[Hold off on drinking the elixir. You should get the truth on its effects straight from the source.]
[Go to the gate. Try to get past Meiling. Casually tell her you're taking Cirno to see Dr. Yagokoro.]
[If she brings up whether you informed Remilia of this, tell her that you did, and that if she needs more information, she could ask Remilia, but warn that she is in a foul mood.]

As you dedicate your mind and heart to this decision, suddenly your soul speaks words of wisdom to you. This is eternity you’re dealing with. Infinite life, never dying, even if you want to. How can you possibly make the choice of infinity in five minutes of hasty self-deliberation? You place the vial into your pocket. Not yet. Maybe later, when you know more; perhaps you should go to that Dr. What’s-Her-Name and get the full story behind this Hourai stuff. You just hope that fifteen minutes from now you won’t be wishing that you’d have made up your mind here and now, when at least you have a little peace and quiet to yourself.

But…what to do now? Ignoring Remilia is all very nice and symbolic, but truth be told you hadn’t thought much further ahead than that. You doubt she’ll actually allow you to just walk out the door like that, and even if she does, what now? You’ll still have to either get over the wall or pass through the gate, and thus Meiling. Which reminds you…you haven’t actually talked to her since that one unfortunate night. The thought’s occurred to you a few times in the past, but there’ve just been too many other things on your mind. Hopefully she won’t resent you for it too much; after all, you’ve been through a lot lately.

Well, the best way to avoid suspicion is by not acting suspicious. If you want to get off this island, it’ll be a lot easier if you just act normally and have Meiling open the gate for you. Informing Cirno that you’d rather wait until you know more about the Hourai Elixer, you walk hand-in-hand towards the gate. As the gate gets closer, you realize that Meiling isn’t standing guard where she normally is, but instead leans against the bars in a sitting position…sleeping? At a time like this? Though, if Remilia made her stay up all night guarding the gate from who-knows-what, perhaps she’s just catching a few winks when she thought the problems are all over. After all, Sakuya probably told her the situation after you were in the kitchen, or something like that. In any case, you won’t be able to open the gate without moving her; a very clever position to sleep in. You start debating whether or not you should wake her up, when a voice from above speaks to you.

“You two don’t look tho good. What did I mitthh?”

Adam—wait…lisp. Glish—lies flat on the top of the wall above you, dangling an arm off to the side in boredom, the hand still covered with that awful clawlike glove. You wonder at first how he managed to avoid your eye undetected, but since his wings are folded behind him like a blanket and somewhat match the dark red of the bricks, you guess it’s understanda—wait. Sun…vampire…why isn’t he burning up or melting or something?!

“Why aren’t you turning into dust?!” you exclaim, not even caring to know why he’s out here in the first place. “Don’t vampires shrivel up in the sun?”

“Eh? Vampireth are thupothed to do that? I thought they just weren’t as thtrong or thomething like that; I mean, I feel fine right now. I forgot how nithe the thun feelth; I haven’t theen it in yearth. I need to remember to thank Flandre for letting me go outthide thith morning; thee can be really nithe thometimeth. But anywayth…you okay? Lookth like you could uthe a few band-aids.”

You don’t really have much of a clue about “band-aids”, but his explanation makes no sense. Remilia always had that parasol above her when she was outside, and Flandre specifically said that the sun makes her turn into dust. Why would Glish, their brother by blood, be immune? A by-product of his draconic nature, maybe? Whatever the case, you really don’t care right now. As nice as Glish is, you’ve got more important things to think about.

“I suppose you’re right,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s been a rough morning. Don’t really want to talk about it. Cirno and I are checking out, actually; we’ve had about all the Scarlet Devil Mansion we can handle for a while.”

“Oh?” He hops down to the ground, using his wings as a makeshift parachute to slow the fall. You’re actually glad to see a magical creature not relying on that weird hovering power for a change; makes them seem more believable. He starts to offer a hand to you in friendship, but realizes it’s still encased in the steel claw, and holds it behind his back in embarrassment. “Well, I gueth I don’t blame ya. I don’t really like thith plathe much mythelf, but Thithter’s thill here, tho I gotta thtay too. Nithe meetin’ you, though. You too, Thirno. I had fun playin’ Rithk with you. Maybe you can come back an vithit again thometime.”

Both you and the fairy look skeptically at each other. Together you say in unison, “Maybe.

A crimson light. A whispering “sssshushhh” of wind next to your ear. The sound of shattering crystal. Wait…why is the sky so red and hazy now?

Cirno stumbles and falls onto the ground, uttering a sudden yelp of pain. As you reach to help her back up, you notice her back: her wings have been completely shattered into bits and pieces lying on the ground. The entire back of her dress has been blown away, and the exposed skin is red like a rash, though you can’t see any blood. Amazingly, Meiling doesn’t stir one bit at the noise; just how long has she gone without sleep? All three of you immediately search for the source of whatever it was that just destroyed the fairy’s wings, your search terminating as you look back towards the mansion.

Remilia. Standing at the top of the stairs as Sakuya holds the door open behind her, the vampire slowly walks towards the three of you, in broad daylight. But, no…this can’t be daylight anymore. The sky has changed from a delicate blue to a misty grey-red, and the sun appears as but a dying red coal in an ash heap. In her right hand she carries some kind of weapon at an angle behind her; a spear of sorts, but made out of what looks like liquefied red light mixed with blood. It shimmers and radiates with near-invisible waves of power, making it difficult to see it’s exact shape, if it even has one. You can’t decide…is it actually solid, or simply made out of pure energy? If you stretch your imagination, you think it might even be made out of a twisted form of danmaku.

None of you move. The way Remilia holds that spear, you can tell she could throw it at any second; that must be what just happened to Cirno’s wings. If she can make that shot from across the lawn, she could do it again without even blinking. Though only a shout would reach your ears from this distance, Remilia’s voice carries as if she was standing right next to you.

“What a bother,” she sighs. “I do believe I missed. Shall I try again?”

(Meh…)
>> No. 26531
(…second time’s a charm.)

She doesn’t even wait for a response, and immediately hurls the bloody spear towards you as fast as a bolt of lightning. Before you even have time to flinch a wave of heat passes over your head, and a fistful of hair falls in front of your eye to the ground below. The spear embeds itself into the wall behind you, and with a flick of the wrist it’s suddenly back into Remilia’s hand.

Her voice is making every attempt to be the sweet simpering you’ve come to expect from her, but there’s no masking that underlying tone of pure, untempered rage. “If you think you’ll be able to scorn my hospitality like that so easily, you will find that you are sorely mistaken, little children. It just won’t do at all, I’m afraid.” She taps the spear onto the ground a few times, sending ripples of red light across the ground with each strike. “I do believe it is time I stop being so gracious to you.”

Gunfire suddenly emanates from the mansion, albeit very slow gunfire. You can obviously tell who it’s coming from—Nathaniel—but you’ve got no idea where he’s aiming, or if he even can. The fact that he’s managing to fire the gun at all is impressive enough. Glish perks up at the sound of the bullets.

“That gun. I…I know that gun!” he whispers to himself.

Remilia looks over her shoulder nonchalantly and shakes her head. “Sakuya, do take care of that little rat, would you?”

Sakuya turns to walk inside, and Glish suddenly tenses up at the same time. He clenches the cold claws into fists and focuses entirely on the distant maid.

“No…no, no, no you don’t. No, you, don’t!

He’s there…and then he’s not. A deafing crack splits the morning silence as Glish disappears and a massive gust of wind pulls you and Cirno towards the mansion like an invisible string, knocking you over with the wailing force. You can’t see Sakuya anymore, but you soon don’t have to worry about small things like that. You hear Nathaniel’s distant voice yelling the words “Take it!”, and not five seconds later a similar crack of sound blasts into your ears as Remilia moves in an instant from where she was standing to being pinned against the brick wall behind you by Glish, who suddenly has Equitas at her throat.

You…” he rumbles, his voice nothing but a bestial, guttural growl.

Remilia daintily slides the sword away from her throat with two delicate fingers, then in a surge of energy kicks her legs against Glish’s chest, sending him high into the air. Adjusting her askew hat, she plants both feet against the wall and rockets off after her quarry. Glish has only enough time to unfurl his wings and adjust his flight trajectory before the demonic spear shoots towards him. With an unknown surge of speed he easily evades the bolt and dashes towards Remilia with Equitas outstretched. The spear returns to her hands as she parries the strike and backs away, causing a lull in the attacks.

“Now just what kind of devil might you be, little child?” Remilia wonders aloud, spinning her weapon around playfully.

Glish hovers ten or twenty meters away from her, bobbing up and down like a floating cork. The juxtaposition between their idling positions is rather odd. Remilia might as well be just standing on an invisible platform, her wings nothing but a garment on the back of her dress. Glish, however, seems to use almost no magic at all in his flight, and his large wings curl up and down, up and down to keep him aloft, making you realize just how gigantic they are in comparison to Remilia’s wings, or even her entire body.

“I’m your little brother!” he shouts, pointing the dragon-sword at his opponent. “My name ith Glitth! Flandre callth me Adam! And if you try to toucth John again, I’ll kill you!”

The girl shrugs her shoulders and brings the spear to a combat-ready position. “Such disrespect for your superiors! I swear, must I teach everyone here their manners?”

It doesn’t take a genius to know that things are about to get very chaotic, very fast. And a clever enough person might also suggest retreating to a more defensible location. That is, if you learned anything from that old debacle with Cirno besides how to accidentally find a good friend.

“Umm…this is really weird. I don’t know who to vote for!”

What the…Flandre?! The heck did she get here?! She sits cross-legged on the ground next to you, twirling her ponytail and looking up at the sky above. That odd wand lies across her lap quietly, and at a glance you can tell none of her crystals are lit. You look down at her, and she smiles back at you.

“Oh, hello! I came to see how Little Brother was doing, and look! I can go outside now! Isn’t that great?!”

You give her a half-committed, shaky nod, then return you gaze to the two vampires above. You definitely know where they’ll be sixty seconds from now…but where will you be then?

[ ] Stay here. Watch the world burn.
[ ] Get to safety. Back into the mansion.
[ ] Get to safety. To the garden, and into the caves.
[ ] Leave it all behind. Fly over the wall and put this madness behind you.
[ ] Treat every write-in as if it were your last…

========================================

As if you really thought ignoring her would make her go away. Sigh…

>Scattered Nathaniel sympathy
Fair-weather friends…

>>26498
The relevance of this image is amazing. Good one for finding it!

>>26512
NO ONE EXPECTS THE SCARLET INQUISITION! I was wondering where that picture ran off to.

>I wanted to see Flan-chan a last time…
And you still shall.

>>26517
>I'm pretty impressed with what you did with Nathaniel, Owen. I thought you liked him too much to do that. It was a real "Alas poor Scrappy" moment. Good job.
Nay. Because I like him, I have to let him fall. In the imperfections and failures a character is made complete, not with heroics or with shining virtues. What I wanted him to be, and what he became were not the same, and this is the only way I know how to fix it. It took a long time for me to truly realize this, and I couldn’t have done it without all of you criticizing him every step of the way.

For his sake, and for mine, thank you.
>> No. 26532
>As if you really thought ignoring her would make her go away. Sigh…

But it always works for me in real life!
>> No. 26534
>Cirno stumbles and falls onto the ground, uttering a sudden yelp of pain.
Oh look. Cirno’s endangered again.
…I think it might be starting to lose its shock value.

>Fair-weather friends…
When I thought he was dead I was willing to overlook some of his… shortcomings just because it’s not cool to disrespect the dead. Of course, now that he’s apparently alive and interloping I’ve gotta go back to hating his guts.

I still think getting the hell out is the best thing to do, and the most logical thing for Farmer to do at this point, but I doubt Owen will allow it to actually work.

Staying is suicidal. We’ll get hit in the crossfire or used as a hostage. Caves are out, they’ve got feral fairies, we’re unarmed, and Cirno probably can’t fight well at the moment. Can’t fly over the wall, Cirno just got her wings exploded. Even if those have nothing to do with her flight, I’d imagine the pain would be somewhat hampering.

We may want to try and convince Flandre to help Adam take down Remilia. Shouldn’t be too hard seeing as Flan likes Cirno, Adam, and to an extent Nate and Farmer as well. Seeing how Remilia’s currently doing her best to end all of them I think she might be motivated to help a bit. Not to mention all the deep rooted repressed emotional stuff that made her go nuts earlier. Hell, I’m surprised she’s not doing anything already.

I think going back into the mansion might, unfortunately, be our best bet. Go in, grab Nate (Much as I hate him), and hope he never cashed in that last favor with Patchouli. If he has, then we still need to take him with us (Much as I hate to) just because it’s not right to leave him to bleed to death (No matter how much I may want to). If he has died, we at least can get Seraphim from him, maybe head for the basement.

Actually, how the hell did he keep that gun? Did Remilia kindly put it back in its holster when she crucified him? Ah, fuck it, I’m over thinking this.

Not voting yet, need more time to mull this over.
>> No. 26536
[X] Get to safety, out of the line of sight for this battle. Probably the garden, or wherever you might not be found. Then leave it all behind, with Cirno. Fly over the wall and put this madness behind you.

At the moment, I think just flying over the wall right now may lead to our doom, with Remilia possibly noticing and sparing a moment to chuck her spear at us. Therefore, I believe the best course of action would be to get out of the way first, and -then- try to fly out.

If anyone can add to the choice to make it better, feel free!
>> No. 26537
Dear Owen,

WHY SO MUCH DESPAIR?
>> No. 26538
>[x] If Cirno can't fly on her own anymore, ask Flandre to carry you both over.

There's risks of course in asking anything of Flandre, but if we can actually get her to do this, we should be fairly safe from the cross-fire, as I strongly doubt Remilia is going to chuck a spear at her sister, and she's not in a position to get into an argument over it either, certainly not when Flan is herself vacillating over whether she wants Remi to win or not.
>> No. 26539
[ ] Leave it all behind. Fly over the wall and put this madness behind you.
>> No. 26541
You know what I want to see?

This whole CYOA, except as an episode of Doctor Who.

He probably say something about no one being allowed to direct another fate or something, and...I dunno. Would he be able to sense time-stoppage? Where would the sonic screwdriver come in handy? What would his response be to all this violence inherent in the Gensokyian system?

Man, I'm putting too much thought into this. It's a writing someone needs to undertake. Or not. I guess. Whatever.
>> No. 26542
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26542
>You give her a half-committed, shaky nod, then return you gaze to the two vampires above. You definitely know where they’ll be sixty seconds from now…but where will you be then?

Now that it has come to this, there is only one thing left to do.

[x] Genuflect.
>> No. 26543
[x] "Flan, that's excellent, and there's a world of adventure out there waiting for you. Cirno and I are cashing our chips in now, though; we'll send you a telegram once we get ourselves situated."
[x] Hand her your Fate Card. "Here. A token. Don't say I never gave you anything."
[x] Leave it all behind. Fly over the wall and put this madness behind you.
[x] If Cirno can't fly on her own anymore, ask Flandre to carry you both over. If she can't carry you both, ask her to get Cirno out first.
[x] If Cirno can fly herself over but not you as well, then ask her to get help from an authority figure--anyone else who might stand up to Remilia.
[x] If Cirno escapes without you, give her the elixir. It's hers to use if she deems it necessary.

Hopefully, this means the Shrine Maiden. I don't think even the Reimu would turn away a sobbing and severely disfigured fairy begging for her help. Of course if she becomes delirious with pain, she might never make it. If she falters, it will be up to her to decide whether or not she'll use the elixir.
>> No. 26544
[x] Bid goodbye to Flandre. "You've got a strange way of playing, but I enjoyed the risk game. Looks like your sister's here to play with you now. Before I go, a bit of a present from me."
[x] Use "Fate of the Present" on Flandre.
[x] Carry Cirno, tell her to hang on, it'll be okay soon.
[x] Walk out of the mansion's gates. Don't ever look back.

So Nathaniel's still alive? Yeah, my hatred's back. I initially felt sorry for him because he died in the worst way possible, seeing everything he fought for broken and being shown how foolish he was in his endeavor, and not even having his life (and thus, hope) to fix things ever again.

I don't think anyone can take that sort of death without regrets.
>> No. 26545
I'm thinking of suggesting to Flan that she help her sister like Remilia helped her.
>> No. 26546
>>26545

I don't know if we really want Flandre to go ballistic here. Farmer has been subjected to her inability to distinguish targets already.
>> No. 26547
>[x] Use "Fate of the Present" on Flandre.

Don't use the fucking card. Don't use the fucking card. You can shred it, you can drop it to the ground, you can give it away, you can set it ablaze with your lighter, toss it into the lake, crumple it into a ball and swallow it whole, pawn it, enshrine it in a photo album, or frame it on your fucking wall for all I care, but don't use the fucking card.
>> No. 26549
>>26531

Ah! Ah! Owen, you trying so hard that's hurt!

[x] "Flan, that's excellent, and there's a world of adventure out there waiting for you. Cirno and I are cashing our chips in now, though; we'll send you a telegram once we get ourselves situated."
[x] Hand her your Fate Card. "Here. A token. Don't say I never gave you anything."
[x] Drink the Hourai Elixir
[x] Take Cirno in our arm and fly over the wall, using our newly immortal back to cover her up.

Once Cirno is secure, we can alway come back and obliterated Remillia ass, spartan style!
>> No. 26550
Why do we still hate Nate? Everything he's said is true: Remilia's an evil little witch and needs to be stopped.

Sure he was a jerk at times but this jerk has done nothing but try and help us since day one. Fucking Hell, instead of taking the Hourai Elixir to save himself, he just gives it to us, for Cirno!

Running away? Would that honestly work? Nate went back in time before he even entered the mansion and Remilia's influence somehow pulled him back still. Even if we do manage to escape the island, there's still the chance of Remilia hunting us down. Do you honestly think she would let us get away with all the knowledge of what she's been doing here?

Gahhhhh. We should have drank the Elixir along with Cirno. We probably still have a chance, just make sure Flandre doesn't see us trying. Remember what happened with the glasses?
>> No. 26551
[x] "Flan, that's excellent, and there's a world of adventure out there waiting for you. Cirno and I are cashing our chips in now, though; we'll send you a telegram once we get ourselves situated."
[x] Hand her your Fate Card. "Here. A token. Don't say I never gave you anything."
[x] Leave it all behind. Fly over the wall and put this madness behind you.
[x] If Cirno can't fly on her own anymore, ask Flandre to carry you both over. If she can't carry you both, ask her to get Cirno out first.
[x] If Cirno can fly herself over but not you as well, then ask her to get help from an authority figure--anyone else who might stand up to Remilia.
[x] If Cirno escapes without you, give her the elixir. It's hers to use if she deems it necessary.
>> No. 26552
Anyone else think Nathaniel may have drank some of the elixir?
>> No. 26553
>>26550
>Why do we still hate Nate?

We don't hate Nate. We've never hated Nate. Not even when he threatened us with a razor blade. However it's fun to pretend to have a complex over; it baffles the author, to Anon's ultimate amusement.

>Everything he's said is true: Remilia's an evil little witch and needs to be stopped.

For all your hand-wringing over the man's apparent fate, you sure weren't listening to him when he was speaking his parting words.

>Fucking Hell, instead of taking the Hourai Elixir to save himself, he just gives it to us, for Cirno!

He never had any intention of using it on himself. Too risky, and he even cautioned you over it.
>> No. 26554
>>26549

Oh! I want to change a little something~

[x] Drink half of the Hourai Elixir.

You know, in case Cirno die or something.
>> No. 26555
>>26552

The man is so tenacious, he may just be the fucking Terminator.

Think about it. Time travel. Guns. Single-minded ambition to kill Remilia.

Only when the mansion burns down around him and he rises from the ashes will we see his true form: Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton.
>> No. 26556
>>26553

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Excuse me, making myself taller.
>> No. 26557
Obviously, Nate became so paranoid that he transformed into a paranoia Youkai. He can manipulate doubt and emits an aura that makes everyone want to punch him in the face.
>> No. 26558
I've never hated Nathaniel, though I do admit I started on this story only some time towards its end. The only thing I'd like to note is that I don't think Anon like other male characters - save for Rinnosuke and the occasions when Youki isn't bitchy - in these stories.

At all.

I've never seen it.
>> No. 26559
>>26558
What? Have there even been any other male OCs? Seriously, I'm drawing a blank here.
>> No. 26560
[x] Bid goodbye to Flandre. "You've got a strange way of playing, but I enjoyed the risk game. Looks like your sister's here to play with you now. Before I go, a bit of a present from me."
[x] Use "Fate of the Present" on Flandre.
[x] Carry Cirno, tell her to hang on, it'll be okay soon.
[x] Walk out of the mansion's gates. Don't ever look back.
>> No. 26562
>>26558
>the occasions when Youki isn't bitchy - in these stories.
>Youki
>bitchy

ಠ_ಠ

>>26559

Sayo in /youkai/ is the only one I can think of who ever got any play.
>> No. 26564
>[x] Walk out of the mansion's gates. Don't ever look back.

Gate's locked, geniuses. Try again.
>> No. 26565
[x] "Flan, that's excellent, and there's a world of adventure out there waiting for you. Cirno and I are cashing our chips in now, though; we'll send you a telegram once we get ourselves situated."
[x] Hand her your Fate Card. "Here. A token. Don't say I never gave you anything."
[x] Leave it all behind. Fly over the wall and put this madness behind you.
[x] If Cirno can't fly on her own anymore, ask Flandre to carry you both over. If she can't carry you both, ask her to get Cirno out first.
[x] If Cirno can fly herself over but not you as well, then ask her to get help from an authority figure--anyone else who might stand up to Remilia.
[x] If Cirno escapes without you, give her the elixir. It's hers to use if she deems it necessary.
>> No. 26566
[x] (The vote that leads to a better ending)
>> No. 26567
>>26566

:awesome:
>> No. 26568
>>26559

Clare/Clay from SHaG. The guy's a bit of a prick, but he's still a guy.
>> No. 26569
>>26558

Tenma has been pretty awesome, at least in the 2 LAs that I remember him making an appearance.

Genji the turtle however has not made much of an impression.

>>26562

There is that young man in Harker's story, Sen, I think was his name? He was a stand-up fellow. Can't hold his drink though.
>> No. 26570
>“IF YOU SEEK TO SAVE THE ONE WHOM YOU SERVE, YOU WILL TRAVEL INTO THE SOUL OF DARKNESS, THE SOUL OF FANTASY AND DREAMS. YOU WILL TRAVEL INTO A STRONGER LIFE, AND BE SILENT WHEN ALL AROUND YOU SHALL SPEAK, SEEING WHEN ALL OTHERS ARE BLIND. YOU WILL FEEL TURMOIL, AND YOU WILL FEEL CONTENTEDNESS. YOU WILL MAKE A CHOICE, AND YOU WILL CHOOSE PEACE OVER WAR.

I can't really see how this is going to work out here.
>> No. 26571
>>26570

It makes sense that the most servile "path" is the one with the most benevolent-sounding outcome, considering the source.
>> No. 26572
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26572
>>26531
>“Umm…this is really weird. I don’t know who to vote for!”
Did you just hurl a brick at your own Fourth Wall? If so, bravo; I think k_s has been the only other author to take that risk. If not, consider it; I'll leave it at that.

>Fair-weather friends…
Yeah... pretty much. I spewed a lot of the original hate against him. In my defense, the story hadn't shaped up to what it was a couple threads ago. Hating on the presumptuous douche bag with a predilection for bipolar disorder and abuse seemed like a safe bet at the time. I took a shine during our labyrinth crawling adventures, but by that time the damage was done. Lesson learned? Context makes a world of difference.

Okay... Cirno is injured/crippled, Nathaniel is knocking on death's door, Meiling is asleep, Flandre is unaware of the situation and implications before her, Remilia is dead-set on imparting her brand of manners upon Glish, Sakuya is (oddly) unaccounted for, Glish wants to protecting Nathaniel, and we are scizophrenic enough that our goals are entirely unclear.

On the one hand, Glish's manipulation of speed puts him at an immediate advantage over Remilia whose abilities, while ultimately more potent, require a type of gestation period. On the other, it's only a matter of time before Sakuya becomes a factor again. Taking those strange cracks of sound into account, though, it's pretty obvious that Glish broke the sound barrier a couple of times, and one of them probably disarmed Sakuya of her Luna Dial. I think that's why this whole situation hasn't been rendered moot by ZA WARUDO yet.

I think it's pretty obvious that the situation at hand is going to result in a no-holds-barred type of duel between Glish and Remilia. Regardless of who wins, Flandre is going to freak the fuck out: either Big Sister or Little Brother is going to be smote before her very eyes by someone they love/admire. When unlimited ability to destroy is provoked and left unchecked, the outcome begs for tragedy.

In this situation, I'm inclined to recall what "Fate of the Future" predicted for us: choosing peace over war. I never got around to saying it, but walking away from Remilia, who demanded that we choose a conflict to pursue, was an awesome decision. Where conflict was demanded, we chose a higher road: we simply walked away from the fight. Nat was fucked up, but he was removed from conflict. We had a chance to rekindle it, but chose not to.
Now, though... now is different. Before us is a war waiting to be waged, a bomb waiting to be detonated. Walking away isn't going to change that this time. Walking away means we shirk our responsibility and opportunity to once again choose peace over war. Walking away from this decision is tantamount to letting the chaos of war engulf the situation.

[X] Collect Cirno, and to whatever extent possible Flandre; retreat towards Meiling and the gate
[X] Ready your Third Wish card

>a clever enough person might also suggest retreating to a more defensible location. That is, if you learned anything from that old debacle with Cirno besides how to accidentally find a good friend
I'm willing enough to learn from our past mistakes. Keeping ourselves, Flandre, and Cirno in the line of fire is probably a bad idea, regardless of the ultimate outcome. I want to see this through to the end, but I don't want to risk unnecessary collateral damage. Also, prudence: six possible outcomes from Remi vs. Glish, assuming it goes down:
1.) Remi kills Glish
2.) Glish kills Remi
3.) Remi defeats Glish; not fatal but definitive
4.) Glish defeats Remi; also not fatal, but still definitive
5.) Tie
6.) ZA WARUDO

I think it's pretty remarkable that we're not dead yet. Remilia had the accuracy to maim Cirno and trim our hair with that spear... but we're still not dead. What is she waiting for? Considering her treatment of Nat (who used his) and Cirno (who never had one), I'm given to the impression that it's the last damn card. She wants to know how we'll use it, and is doing what she can to cause us to use it. It's the last hurrah, the final variable to the whole situation: "what have I driven them to use it on this time: themselves? My Servants? A friend? Me?"
When I vote "Ready your Third Wish card," I am 99% sure that I am getting ready to rend the card into shreds in defiance of perpetuating this situation. Running away let's her keep on going. Trying to stop her let's her keep on going. Giving her a reason to kill us let's her keep on going. No. No mas. This impetuous game will end with our steadfast refusal to play it. Couragous men, kindred fairy, and our very own life may see their demise this day, but the terror of her game will end with them.

Pissin' against the tide FTL~
>> No. 26573
I have an idea!

[X] Tell Flandre that Remilia was saying some rather mean things about dragons. Also, she's trying to kill Adam.

[X] Watch the fireworks.
>> No. 26574
...[x] use Fate of the Present on Flandre?
[x] Stay here. Watch the world burn.

Why? I really have no clue, Remilia vetoed the last card to be used so we thought they'd be useless...so I really shouldn't have any reason to try this.

But if I were panicking it might be the first thing I'd try to do beyond running (which is probably a bad idea...)
>> No. 26575
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>>26555
>The man is so tenacious, he may just be the fucking Terminator.

>>25941
>You didn’t even see him grab the gun, but there it is, in his hands, smoking as he fires half a dozen rounds into Remilia’s head at point-blank range, reducing everything above her neck to nothing more than an indistinguishable mass of crimson jelly, some of it slapping onto your face like red mud. Her body slides backwards with the bullets’ impact and falls to the ground behind you. You stare at her lifeless form in horror, then look at Nathaniel, who’s already loading more bullets into Seraphim’s large chamber, speaking to you quickly and with indifference.

Pic related.
>> No. 26576
>Before us is a war waiting to be waged, a bomb waiting to be detonated. Walking away isn't going to change that this time. Walking away means we shirk our responsibility and opportunity to once again choose peace over war. Walking away from this decision is tantamount to letting the chaos of war engulf the situation.

Responsibility? The only responsibility we have is the life of a single little girl we swore to protect, who at this very moment lies on the ground in agony.

No matter how the Farmer might think of her--sister, daughter, even love interest--there is not a person in this world who would say "fuck it" in this same situation and decide to stay here over the sake of some supposed and wholly Pyrrhic victory.
>> No. 26577
>>26530
>I was wondering where that picture ran off to.
To Desuchan's /touhou/ :)

Thank you so much Owen, I really wanted a fight between Adam and Remilia. And the fact that Flandre is just next to us, watching them, is just awesome.
But I'm still wondering how Nat managed to use his gun, disregard his wounds.

[X]give Fate of the Present to Flandre
[X]tell her that Remilia needs the same help that she needed when her soul was broken.
[X]if the door is still locked, then wake up Meiling, tell her that her misteress went crazy. Ask her if she can let you go, I believe she's not our ennemy like Sakuya


(and I still wonder why Sakuya didn't tell Remi about Adam)
>> No. 26578
>tell her that Remilia needs the same help that she needed when her soul was broken.

You think Flandre believes that her sister was "helping" her, shattering her mind and locking her in the basement? Really?

>(and I still wonder why Sakuya didn't tell Remi about Adam)

We know for a fact that she's been hiding things from Remilia. The list we saw couldn't have been a ruse, since neither Remilia nor Sakuya could have known of our scrying ability yet. Unlike how it regarded Remilia, the note indicated sympathy toward "the children", so she probably didn't tell Remilia simply because she didn't want Adam to be sucked into her perverse "games".
>> No. 26579
[Leave it all behind. Fly over the wall and put this madness behind you.]
["Flan, that's excellent, and there's a world of adventure out there waiting for you. Cirno and I are cashing our chips in now, though; we'll send you a telegram once we get ourselves situated." Hand her your Fate Card. "Here. A token. Don't say I never gave you anything."]
[If Cirno can't fly on her own anymore, ask Flandre to carry you both over. If she can't carry you both, ask her to get Cirno out first. If she can but not you as well, then ask her to get help from an authority figure--anyone else who might stand up to Remilia. If that’s the case, give her the elixir. It's hers to use if she deems it necessary.]

…Will you be leaning against the wall watching, just waiting to get ripped apart in the collateral damage?

…Will you run away to the mansion, or to the garden caverns, safely out of harm’s way?

…Will you try and reason with the combatants, get them to see the error of their violent ways?

…Will you try and attack from behind and aid one of them for the greater good?

No. You won’t do any of that. As much as you want to do something, you’ve realized that you can’t really do anything anymore. This has devolved into a battle of titans, and you with your pitiful danmaku and passive scrying wouldn’t have a prayer at accomplishing anything more than being a nuisance. There’s a time in this giant stage of life and death when an actor needs to know when his role is done, and you think this might be your final cue. It would take a true hero now to stop this madness, and you gave up that dream a while ago, just like Nathaniel seems to have finally done. The only kind of hero you can be now is a hero to Cirno, by getting her out of this nightmare alive.

First things first; you help Cirno get to her feet and check her over. Battered, but not bleeding. “You okay, Cirno? Did that spear thing do anything weird to you?”

She twists her neck around to her back, straining it as much as she possibly can, looking for her wings. Her lower lip trembles. “Wh-where’s, where’s my wings? Mr. Stupid, I can’t…I can’t find ‘em. Where’d-d they go?”

You draw her close to you. “Shh, shh, don’t worry about it. You’re alive, that’s what really matters. We’re both still alive. I’d rather have you wingless and living then dead with the most beautiful diamond wings in the world…

…Does it hurt much?”

She shakes her head. “N-no, I guess not. They were always just magicked on anyways, I think. I just, I just wonder…will they grow back?”

“I don’t know too much about that—I’m Mr. Stupid, remember?—but I hope so, Cirno, I really do.”

You hug each other for a few seconds, then turn to Flandre. You don’t exactly like asking her for help, but you’re out of options. You need to get over than wall, and Cirno’s in no condition to fly you over now, even if the wings do nothing.

“Flan, I think it’s excellent that you can go outside,” you comment cheerfully, not really even knowing why the outside is suddenly open to the Sisters Scarlet. “There’s so much to see in this world, and I’m sure there’s lots of adventures waiting for you. But Cirno and I have had enough of adventuring for a while; we’re gonna go cash in our chips and leave the table, I guess you’d say.”

She tilts her head. “What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t see a table. Ooo, chips! Chips like those crispy things you eat? Those taste good. Oh…you’re leaving? But we were having so much fun! You just gotta come back some day, I never had toys that didn’t break before, and now I got lots!”

Once again you resist patting her on the shoulder or the head, but smile nonetheless. “We’ll see, Flandre, we’ll see. It was an interesting game, but I’m just really tired now. But here.” You reach into your back pocket and hand her your last Fate card. Power or no power, you’re done with this game; it’s of no use to you now. “A little present for you, I guess. Don’t ever say I never gave you anything.”

She grabs it and holds it up to the crimson sky, where Remilia and Glish have finally started darting about like two flies on the ceiling of the heavens, the distant sounds of wind symphonizing their struggle. She flaps and flails it around for a while, looking intrigued.

“Is it-a one of those spelling cards? I already got a buncha those, they’re fun! Wonder what this one does…”

Before you can even stop her she holds out the card above her head and smacks it down onto the ground, where it dissipates into powder. You look at the ashy remains with instant panic, fearing something catastrophic from such a potent item in Flandre’s hands, but…nothing happens. The scraps of the card just sit there, lifeless, changing nothing. Flandre yawns and stretches her hands behind her back. “Mrreeehh, that was boring. I like it when they shoot out the pretty lights, instead!”

You chuckle inwardly at this card’s demise. So this is how Fate ends, huh? Destroyed by accident from a child’s careless hand. But time’s a-wasting, and the vampires above you are starting to get on your nerves. You muster up your courage and ask one final question of Flandre.

“Umm, by the way, do you think…Do you think you could help us over the wall? I don’t really know if Cirno’s okay to fly right now.”

She bobs her head up and down, and suddenly—the details are pretty blurry to you—you feel yourself being either launched or yanked up into the air, then down into the ground just as fast, rolling in the loamy dirt on the other side. Flandre sits on top of the wall, dangling her legs and waving at you energetically.

“Bye bye little kitties! Come back soon, I promise I’ll have some cat food for you!”

You return the wave after you stand yourselves up, then turn away from that scarlet place and walk as fast as you can in the other direction. Your path slowly deviates from directly away from the mansion to the shortest distance to the lake’s edge, which actually ends up running more or less perpendicular to the wall. Above you brother and sister still clash blades together, expanding the scope of their battlefield randomly in response to each other’s movements. One second they’re directly above the mansion, the next they appear to be over the middle of the lake, water splashing around them chaotically. Blast; you had assumed they’d keep the confrontation contained, but perhaps it can’t be helped when creatures move as fast as they do. Must be hard to change direction quickly, or something like that.

You still feel, oh, what’s the right word…”incomplete”. You’ve finally gotten over the wall and away from Remilia’s focus for the time being, but…is this really over? Cirno’s still as mortal as she was an hour ago, maybe even more so, and if Remilia survives this battle, you imagine she’ll start wondering where you ran off to. So many questions…so many answers you never got, or explanations you never understood. You’ve started to accept that perhaps you will just never know exactly what the whole story is about that mansion, but it still leaves an emptiness inside of you. Cirno’s little hand inside of yours alleviates this somewhat, but you still would have liked to know…

(Never fear…)
>> No. 26580
(…the time will come.)

As you finally start to approach the water’s edge, you spot Flandre not too far off from you, running around the rocky beach yelling at Remilia and Glish to “Stop moving around, I wanna watch!” You shake your head in bemusement; you must admit, it might have been interesting to sit and watch those two dance and fight in the air, pitting skill against skill, speed against speed in a ballet of death, but you’ve got more important things to worry abou—

A metallic hum suddenly vibrates in your ears as a spinning Equitas falls out of the sky and thrusts itself into the ground before your feet. You instinctually back away and look up to see Glish faltering in his flight patterns before rushing right towards you to pick up the blade, Remilia hot on his trail. He scoops down low to the ground and flies parallel to the pebbles of the lake’s lapping shoreline, making a beeline for the lonely weapon. As the boy draws nearer and nearer, you see Remilia pull her spear hand back.

Glish’s hand grabbing the blade as he rushes past you, wings tattered and shoulders bleeding. Flandre in the distance, arms waving comedically over her head, one of them clutching that twisted iron scepter. Cirno right next to you, face steadfast and unafraid, though her eyes waver just a tiny fraction. A streak of blinding crimson light across your eye.

You’ll never forget it…because it’s the last thing you ever see.















Screaming. Pain. Scraping. More pain. Falling. Pain again. Crashing thuds. The pain, the pain…where is everyone? Where did they go? You think you can still turn your head, but to no avail; your vision is obscured by the ground, or by your hair, or by blood.

You can hear Flandre screaming in the distance. You can feel Cirno’s hand still in your own. You can smell the scent of water and sweat upon your nostrils. You can taste blood in your mouth. But you can’t see. Why can’t you see? You raise a hand to wipe away the blood clouding your good eye…

...But there is no good eye to be clouded. It’s gone. Slashed. Bleeding. Dead. Blind…you’re, you’re…blind.

No…NO! NO!! After everything, everything! What did it even mean?! What did any of it mean? You deny it, you reject it, you tear off the bandage from your right side and rub your face, ignoring the excruciating pain. You can’t be blind, not now…not now! Not after how far you’ve come, not before the very end! You have to be able to see, you have to! Just this once! You can’t be blind yet, not yet, not now, not after everything…

Your body shakes as you hold on to a hope…a wish…one reality that you pray still makes sense, though it never did to begin with. You have no eyes anymore…

…but they still do.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To see the end of the world through another’s eyes…
To experience without experiencing…see without seeing…feel without feeling…

You may vote twice, for two different targets. In the event that your primary option becomes…”unavailable”…you shall shift to the next highest on the list, and so on.

Write-ins will not be accepted. You must make a choice, between one or the other. Those you cannot choose have been excluded for a reason. You must trust me.

[ ] Scry Cirno
[ ] Scry Glish
[ ] Scry Remilia
[ ] Scry Flandre
[ ] Scry Nathaniel
[ ] Scry yourself.

========================================

The end has come. My next update will be the last update of A Scarlet-Stained Memoir. If you vote hastily, I will be able to finish it before the day is out. The guiding beacon of the night sky calls out a clenched hand, an indomitable champion of legend. It is with this power that I shall rapidly attempt to compose a dialogue worthy of such a name.

In layman’s terms, I shall write like the Fist of the North Star.

>>26532
You only think it works. And if it actually does, be lucky someone hasn’t tried to do it on you yet.

>>26534
>Oh look. Cirno’s endangered again…I think it might be starting to lose its shock value.
If it moves the voters to action, that means it still holds power, and it is a power I do not fear to use.

>When I thought he was dead I was willing to overlook some of his… shortcomings just because it’s not cool to disrespect the dead. Of course, now that he’s apparently alive and interloping I’ve gotta go back to hating his guts.
As it should be.

>I still think getting the hell out is the best thing to do, and the most logical thing for Farmer to do at this point, but I doubt Owen will allow it to actually work.
Please, by all means, leave. Leave, and be free. I won’t stop you. But I will, mmm…”hinder” you a bit.

>>26537
>Dear Owen,
>WHY SO MUCH DESPAIR?
Dear Anonymous,

Because you wanted it.

>>26541
Though having never seen an episode of Doctor Who myself, I can very much see this being awesome.

>>26549
>Ah! Ah! Owen, you trying so hard that's hurt!
Then I’m not trying hard enough. Hurt is good, but I want you to be in agony.

>>26555
No. Just no. That would be stupid. I already jumped the shark with world-hopping as it is; this would just ruin everything.

>>26557
Not a bad theory. If fact, it’s actually quite a good theory. Amusing too, in a twisted way. Approved.

>>26558
>The only thing I'd like to note is that I don't think Anon like other male characters - save for Rinnosuke and the occasions when Youki isn't bitchy - in these stories. At all. I've never seen it.
Hmm, an interesting observation…thank you for the comment. I’ll definitely have to consider it for any future stories I might write.

>>26566
I do not recall giving you a “Get Out Of Jail Free” card. If I did, this would have been completely acceptable.

>>26572
>Did you just hurl a brick at your own Fourth Wall? If so, bravo; I think k_s has been the only other author to take that risk. If not, consider it; I'll leave it at that.
Mmm, half and half, I think. Flandre likes both Glish and Remilia, so if they’re fighting, how does she know which side to root for? But I subconsciously thought of that as well.

And don’t worry about me worrying about the risk. I have a plan, an awesome plan, for the future.

>>26577
>Thank you so much Owen, I really wanted a fight between Adam and Remilia. And the fact that Flandre is just next to us, watching them, is just awesome.
I wanted the fight, too. But unfortunately, the majority voted to run away and not watch it. Isn’t it sad?
>> No. 26583
[x] Scry Cirno
[x] Scry Glish

And thus the blind man said: "I see."
>> No. 26584
It is hard to overstate my satisfaction with this update.

>Before you can even stop her she holds out the card above her head and smacks it down onto the ground, where it dissipates into powder. You look at the ashy remains with instant panic, fearing something catastrophic from such a potent item in Flandre’s hands, but…nothing happens. The scraps of the card just sit there, lifeless, changing nothing. Flandre yawns and stretches her hands behind her back. “Mrreeehh, that was boring. I like it when they shoot out the pretty lights, instead!”

It ends as it began, absurdly.

>A metallic hum suddenly vibrates in your ears as a spinning Equitas falls out of the sky and thrusts itself into the ground before your feet.

"Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in!"

>Your body shakes as you hold on to a hope…a wish…one reality that you pray still makes sense, though it never did to begin with. You have no eyes anymore…
>…but they still do.

Gyakkyou Burai Kaiji OST, track 21, "Beginning"

[x] Scry Cirno
[x] Scry yourself

The only things worth a damn in this crazy world is the man and his fairy.
>> No. 26585
[x] Scry Cirno
[x] Scry yourself
>> No. 26586
[x] Scry Cirno
[x] Scry yourself
>> No. 26588
>the majority voted to run away and not watch it.

Now we can't watch ANYTHING.

[X]Flandre
[X]Cirno

Flandre because she is watching the battle.
Cirno because we need to know if she is okay.
>> No. 26589
[X]Cirno
[X]Remillia

1) To see if Cirno is okay
2) To see where Remi aiming next, then evade and run like hell.

Im surprise that's our farmer never thought about using is own power to evade attack.
I mean, a true scryer should be able to predict the direction of one's attack and evade it like nothing, even if the attack is speed-bullet level. Meh! never mind!
>> No. 26590
[X] Scry Remilia
[X] Scry Cirno

While I can't imagine we'd be given any choice that does absolutely nothing, I can't really see how scrying ourselves would really work. Unless it's some sort of "inner/third eye" kind of thing, a power that involves seeing through the eyes of others seems like it would be rather ineffective when used on someone who has no eyes.

Cirno's the natural choice to be our eyes for now, since she's right next to us. As for Remilia, I see two possible benefits for us. First of all, since it's her shot that blinded us in the first place, being able to see through her eyes should allow us to see where she's aiming, thus warning against any other shots that might be heading our way. And secondly, in the event that all we've been told about our power hasn't been entirely correct, and it does have some effect on the person you use it on, I'm hoping it might mess up Remilia enough for Glish/Adam to get a good hit in on her.
>> No. 26592
[X] Scry Cirno
[X] Scry yourself

Maybe if the farmer scries himself he'll be able to see. It's worth a try.
>> No. 26593
[x] Scry Cirno
[x] Scry Nathaniel

I can't help but find the Farmer's situation a little humorous.

For someone who's capable of scrying, he never really believed the things that other people saw until he saw it himself.

Now both his eyes are gone, and seeing things through other people's eyes is the only thing he'll be capable of now.

I think there is a moral in here somewhere.
>> No. 26594
>You’ll never forget it…because it’s the last thing you ever see.

I'm pretty sure this line means we're not going to survive this. If we were going to survive, it would probably be possible to find someone who could magic up some eyes, but if that is the last thing we ever see, well…
>> No. 26595
>>26594

If you're going to use that logic, you could say the farmer can't scry anymore.
>> No. 26596
>>26594

I think that's just Owen using dramatic effect. Lull you into a "oh shit dead bad end" and then "yeah, you're not gonna go away that easily."
>> No. 26597
>I'm pretty sure this line means we're not going to survive this.

You are this stupid.

Anyway, not voting for Remilia out of principle. We'd already washed our hands of her, and there's no reason to think her view would be any more informative than Adam's, whom we actually care whether lives or dies, or that of Flandre, whom we know at least is conscious and proximal.
>> No. 26598
[x] Scry Cirno
[x] Scry yourself

So, let's see where this will end...
>> No. 26599
>I think there is a moral in here somewhere.

An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, but...

So is love?

A revolver in the hand of a blind man is no less deadly?

A blind man fears the thorny bush and not the tiger?

Better a blind horse than an empty halter?

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king?

It's better to be blind than to see a coward in the mirror?

Where the blind leadeth the blind, both fall into the dike; / And blind be we both, if we think us his like?

Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn sometimes?

Oh, God. I can see it now. Farmer bending his knowledge of folk adages towards his own affliction, producing puns so horrible they're capable of staggering vampires.
>> No. 26600
[x] Scry Remilia
[x] Scry Glish

Since Cirno doesn't need my vote anyhow.
>> No. 26601
Thus have I closed the polls, for the good of those who wish for me to finish today, myself included. Cirno is the primary choice, Farmer the secondary, and Remilia the tertiary.

I have been writing like the proverbial Fist of the North Star for three hours, and have finally finished the epilogue of the story, which I was actually able to write independent of whatever you guys voted for. I've still got another four hours of free time left, and intend to finish up the main post within that time.

Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me for five and a half long months. I'm both happy and sad to see this story go, but all good things must come to an end, and it is now time for this tale to draw to a close.
>> No. 26602
>Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me for five and a half long months. I'm both happy and sad to see this story go, but all good things must come to an end, and it is now time for this tale to draw to a close.

Hooray!
>> No. 26603
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f**king jet lag! I'm late!
I think that Nat should have been our first choice, and I bet that scrying farmer won't give us anything (but who knows what's going on in Owen's head)

>I'm both happy and sad to see this story go
We too.

I hope you will continue to write CYOAs on /sdm/, this time I will be there from the begining.
Also, it's now holidays in France, I may have the time to translate this. (aiming for the best-sellers Owen?)
>> No. 26604
>>26603
>it's now holidays in France

A Frenchman.

Namefag, make yourself useful and tell Anon: How would "Flandre" be pronounced if it were a French word? FLAHN-druh? FLAHN-dray? Flahn-DRAY?
>> No. 26605
Curses! I'm late to voting. Though I'm glad to see things closing, I trust Owen will be holding a Q-A at the end for our benefit? I'm sure we'll still be burning for answers after the conclusion.

Now, had I come earlier, I would've voted against scrying ourselves. We've seen how it works for people who are asleep/unconscious. If they can't see, we can't see. And since we can't see, scrying ourselves is likely useless. Oh well, now that the voting's done I guess it doesn't matter. I'm rooting for you, Owen! Make it a conclusion we'll all remember!
>> No. 26606
>>26604
I'd go with 'flawndr(uh), but there's an audio file on Merriam-Webster's that's telling me otherwise but strikes me as odd at the same time. Then again, the last time I talked French, well, it's probably been 10 years.

All I know is:
'Flan' is pronounced flaw(n), 'Flandre' shouldn't differ much. Which isn't saying much because I never bothered to learn your outlandish American transcriptions so I'm just writing it like you'd read a normal word.
>> No. 26607
>Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me for five and a half long months. I'm both happy and sad to see this story go, but all good things must come to an end, and it is now time for this tale to draw to a close.

I really will miss your daily updates. It made my days better. You really wrote something incredible.
Looking forward to the Q&A session. oh we have so many questions.
in the meantime back to F5
>> No. 26608
>>26601

Words and tears, of joy, happiness, sadness, and despair. What left will be there on /sdm/?

You better start that 9 story Owen. Please.

;_;
>> No. 26610
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[Scry Cirno]
[Scry yourself]
[Scry Remilia]

Let her be all right, let her be all right…if you can see her, then she’s all right. Cirno…

From the blackness of your own vision comes the blackness of hers, except…No, she’s fine, she can see. Her perspective appears to be on the ground, looking away from you. Glish lies immobile on the beach, with Flandre crouched over him, and Remilia high in the air above both. Cirno looks around slowly, and sees you lying there in the rocks, your face…ughh, you don’t blame her for closing her eyes at your disfigured head; the spear seems to have burnt a good portion of the skin off of the left side of your face. She tugs at your hand, still grasping hers.

“Mr. Stupid, Mr. Stupid…don’t be dead. Don’t be dead!”

“I’m, ugh, I’m not, Cirno,” you reply, trying to get to a crouching position. This is so weird, feeling what your body is doing which watching it happen at the same time. You don’t think you’ll be able to get used to this; you sure hope you won’t stay blind forever.

“But, but your eyes! Your face!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, Cirno. I can still see…As long as you can still see, so can I. But what’s happening? What are the Scarlets doing? You don’t have to tell me, just look.”

She looks back at the three vampires and stands up for a better view. Glish seems to have a gigantic hole burned in his torso, and for all intents and purposes appears to be dead. Flandre is draped over him, pulling and shaking him to get up, all to no avail, wailing in anguish all the while. Remilia…grr, you can’t see her face from this distance, nor where she’s looking at, but the spear appears to dangle limply from her fingers. No, wait, it’s swiveling towards Cirno now…

A cry of pain, and all goes black.

This…Cir…no. Not, not after, not after…after…not…no…can’t, be, happening. Have to see, have to see, for the love of God and all that is holy please be able to see! She’s dying (she’s not dead!), and you won’t even be able to see her before she does. Remilia’s too far…Flandre’s too far…but you…you’re right here.

It’s stupid. It won’t work. You can’t see out of eyes that you don’t have. But you’re past the point of rationality, now. If anything in this crazy world makes sense, it’s that nothing in this crazy world makes sense. Scrying yourself should be a simple matter compared to mind-controlling someone through fate…

You know who you are. You know what assets you possess, what feelings make you tick. You know what you feel and what you’ve experienced. You know what your past is, and what your dreams are. If all magic takes is focus on an idea, then you’ve got all the focus a man could ask for. Who could know you better than yourself? All you have to do is focus. See through your eyes…see through your eyes…forget that you don’t have them to begin with. See…see…see!

“Did you really think you could escape while I yet live?” Remilia questions, mockingly.

Don’t listen to her. Focus. You can do this, you can scry yourself…

“Ahh, what an unpleasant morning. I can’t tell you how annoying it will be to make Sakuya clean all this up, you know.”

It has to work…it has to work…you just want to see Cirno one last time…

“And now all those pesky investigators will be coming along to poke their noses in my beautiful house, just because I released a little more of my scarlet mist. Honestly, where is the harm in that? I just want to go outside without a parasol every now and again, is that so wrong?”

No time…grrrgh, it’s not, working…it has to, but it won’t…you won’t get to see her again…

“You know…I would have left you alone if you didn’t try and snoop around so much. You might have had a good and happy end. Funny, though…are you aware of what curiosity does to cats?”

Remilia…she’s standing over you now, right? She can see Cirno. Just one last glimpse…

“No, Sister, I don’t. So tell me. What will curiosity do to my little cat?”

Just as you establish your gaze through Remilia’s eyes, she looks away from the ground and down the beach, where Flandre is walking towards her: Equitas in her left hand, and that wand in her right, now cherry red like a molten bar of hot iron. The elder sister backs away slightly, seeing the absolute insane rage within the younger one’s eyes. Her wings…the crystals…they’re breaking. One blue and both yellows have shattered completely, replaced by burning orbs of rainbow-colored fire, and the other eleven are glowing bringer than the sun. It’s beautiful…so beautiful…and so horrible compared to that look on her face, that look of complete and utter abandonment.

Remilia stutters for a while, looking for the right words. “W-Why good morning, Flandre! Let’s not overreact, now. You know how you can be when you get out of control. We wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we?”

Flandre doesn’t stop advancing, nor does she slow down in the least bit. “You killed my brother…my brother. Why…Why would you do that, Sister?”

Remilia glances at her spear, then focuses back on Flandre. “Flandre, please…please, you must understand. It wasn’t right, it just wasn’t right. You know we can never make more of our kind; it’s how we are. Imagine all the suffering you must have put that poor little boy through all these years with your cruel games. And a brother that tries to kill his sister can hardly be called a brother at all, can he?”

Please. She finally said please. After all this time, and she said it to Flandre, of all people. Why? The insane girl twitches, and another crystal explodes; orange this time. The wand is now almost completely white with energy, and bends the light around it with its ripples of power.

“His blood was mine, and mine his,” the girl answers, back hunched low and face invisible to her mop of gold hair. “Even if it wasn’t…he was more of a brother than you were. I think…yes. I think he finally saw you for what you really are. He did what I couldn’t; what I was too weak to realize. But now…I’m stronger now.”

You can hear the faintest sound of Remilia…whimpering? All this talk of power and superiority…and she’s afraid of her own sister. “Flandre, don’t, please…you wouldn’t do that to your own sister, would you? Your dear old sister?”

She shakes her head and raises the wand to eye level. “No…no, I wouldn’t. But you’re not my sister. A sister would have talked to me. A sister would have cared about me. A sister would have listened to me. A sister wouldn’t have locked me up in a basement for five hundred years. You’re no sister…you’re a monster.”

The wand wavers, and Remilia must see something you don’t, because she side-steps away and into the air fast enough to make you sick. Looking over her shoulder, you see a gigantic beam of solid flame suddenly lash out from the wand like a sword thrust, enveloping your back with heat as you lay motionless on the beach. The beam shortens but is still enormous as Flandre jumps off the beach and into the air, filling the red sky above the lake with the chaotic sweeps of her wand. Lævateinn. Yes, you remember now. That was its name. She said it only once, but somehow, in all this chaos, you remember it. A silly thing to remember, really, at the end of your life.

“Die…DIE! DIE MONSTER! YOU DON’T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!!”

(This is the only way…)
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(…for an internet-influenced vampire book to end.)

The fire-red of Flandre’s sword meets with the blood-red of Remilia’s spear, twirling faster than your eye can possibly keep up with. Remilia attempts to retreat, to block, to parry, to get any sort of advantage, but it appears that in a battle of sheer and utter strength, Flandre is the superior. Somehow, even from this distance, you can hear Remilia begging as clear as if Remilia’s ears were your own.

“Flan, please, please, listen to me! It wasn’t my fault! I never tried to bring people here, I never tried to do anything! They just, sort of, came! It wasn’t by my hand! All I asked for was a little tribute, that’s all! Just a little something for being nice!”

“TRIBUTE?!” The younger vampire rams into her sister like a cannonball, making you sick to your stomach as your vision spins around chaotically with the blow. Remilia returns to blocking the torrent of blows from Flandre’s weapon, finding more and more difficulty as Flandre’s superior range, speed, and power exact their dominance over the smaller spear. “You call this tribute?!” she screams like a banshee. “You steal men’s souls and make them your slaves!”

Your vision dashes underneath a sweep of Lævateinn’s blade as Remilia rushes towards the mansion, but Flandre heads her off instantly and makes a slice that had to have removed one of Remilia’s legs.

“Nnyyaaagghhh, okay, I admit it!” she cries in pain and agony, though she still continues to fight against her sister. “I wanted to make the world a better place! There’s so much hate and death and greed everywhere, and no one ever learns a thing from history! Grandpa, he did the right thing! He used war to fight for peace! He cared about everyone he ruled over! But they still killed him anyways, and I—nnggh!—I just wanted to make him proud! I wanted to do what he did!”

Grandpa doesn’t exist!” Flandre yells back, her fiery saber shorted for faster blows. “He’s just in a story! You made him up out of your head! If you actually believe that, you’re crazier than you made me!!”

“But we can still learn from him!” she retorts, actually throwing in an offensive jab of her own now here and there. “People write books so we can learn! We have a responsibility, don’t we?! We have to use our powers for good! Sometimes a few people have to die so that more can live! Sometimes you give up the lesser good for the greater good! The same could be said of all religions! Why I am wrong when they’re right?!”

“LIES! LIES!” Flandre’s Lævateinn-sword is even shorter now, down to the size of a normal greatsword, yet she wields it with absolute authority. You see her plan, even if Remilia doesn’t; she wants to be able to use Equitas as well. It’s now two swords against one spear, but you begin to see Remilia taking the advantage. Now she has more range, and she’s using it to keep Flandre at bay, just like Nathaniel did with Sakuya. “If you really believed that you wouldn’t have killed so many for sport with your evil little game! You wouldn’t have killed Adam!! Your words are as empty as your soul! If you’re trying to be the savior of mankind…then mankind ill needs a savior such as you!”

The spear starts to work its magic, now. It becomes a whirling disk of death, slicing at Flandre’s arms any time she moves in for an attack. Though the wounds heal within seconds, the message and the memory remains. Despite all of Remilia’s justifications of how she’s not the bad guy, she’s suddenly taking the offensive in this fight. Perhaps it’s an attempt to end it honorably before Flandre completely loses everything, but perhaps…something else.

“Mankind is dying!” the mistress shouts, kicking Flandre halfway to the lake below. “Mankind is stagnating in its own chaos! Just look at them! Just ask yourself! What is a man?!

Flandre spins both swords around her as she spirals upwards like a drill, her two weapons making a visible helix in the mist-filled air. You notice that she’s switched her hands, and Equitas now rests on her dominant side. Lævateinn connects with the spear in an arm-wrestling match between two women who may as well possess the strength of goddesses.

“A man is kind!” Flandre answers.

“A man is weak” the elder one responds.

“A man is persistent!”

“A man is foolish!

“A man is humble!”

“A man is spineless!

They push each other away, and immediately strike again. Equitas comes from above this time, and Remilia’s weapon is not only halted, but actually pushed back.

“A man has a future full of hope!”

Remilia tries and fails again to break though Equitas’ guard, and Flandre renews her assault harder than ever.

“A man has a future full of lies!

You see Equitas swerve around the spear in a circular parry, and Remilia’s vision flinches with the hit that you can’t feel.

“A wonderful little pile of dreams!”

The spear lashes out towards Flandre’s shoulder and severs her left wing cleanly, the crystals all bursting at the same time as it falls to the ground.

”A miserable little pile of secrets!!”

Equitas shines above Flandre’s head like a glowing halo of light as she twirls it round and round before suddenly looping it behind her back and flinging Remilia’s spear out of her hands. Before she has time to restore it, Flandre has already closed in and buried the blade up to the hilt in Remilia’s chest. She looks at it as if the body belongs to someone else, without screaming or making any kind of movement.

Flandre looks at her sister with eyes only her kind of insanity could possess: pitying, hating, crying, laughing, screaming, and comforting all at the same time. “John told me the secret, you know,” she whispers, her lips neither smiling nor frowning. “He knew why no one could ever kill you, and why he wouldn’t be able to. Faith. Faith, and justice. No one really believes they can kill anyone in Gensokyo anymore, so they can’t. Their faith is dead. So was his, but only because he couldn’t believe in himself. Someone had to believe they could kill you. Someone who was justified. And I’m the only person you’ve ever feared in your whole life. I’m the only person you ever dreamed would be able to stop you. That’s why you shut me away…wasn’t it?”

She pull Equitas out, only to thrust Lævateinn back in. She holds the blade of justice next to Remilia’s neck, and for a moment, that look that only siblings can share with each other appears in her eyes. She shakes her head, and a single tear falls from her eye, collecting on her unbroken fang and falling to the lake below.

”I believe.”

And Remilia’s vision fades into the abyss of nothingness.

(But enough talk…)
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(…have at you.)

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“…Mr. Stupid?”

You feel like it’s been ages since you last moved your own body. Not that you really want to; anything you do right now is accompanied by pain, even doing nothing at all.

“Mr. Stupid, wake up…”

The sound of waves lapping at the shore soothes your aching ears. You want to try and crawl into that cool water, and ease the pain, if only just a little bit. You can still remember Cirno’s last fleeting words, completely unknowing of the fate that awaited her.

“Why won’t you wake up? It’s okay, I’m not dead, see?”

There they are again in your head, so sweet and innocent. Why couldn’t you have been able to see her one last time? Just one last look, before she was whisked away to some unknown afterlife and her body turned to dust.

“Gah, stupid, just wake up already! This is annoying!”

You feel a slap across your cheek, which hurts indescribably and makes you bolt up, causing even more indescribable pain. Where are you? Cirno? Is that her? You hold out your arms and try to find her, useless without your eyes. You feel her hands wrap around yours, then slide around your back as she hugs you, beginning to cry.

“I though-thought you were dead,” she sniffles.

“I thought you were dead too,” you reply. You can feel little stubs on her back. Wait…wings? They’re small, but they’re there. “You’ve got wings again,” you add.

“Wait, wha? I do?! Where, where?” Her arms leave your body and you hear a rustle of pebbles as you imagine her like a dog chasing her tail, trying to see those miniscule little crystals. After maybe twenty seconds she exclaims, “Ooo! Ooo! There they are!” and returns to hugging you.

“Does this mean I’m all better?” she asks tearfully.

You shrug. “I think so, Cirno. In fact, I think everything might finally be over for good, now.”

“Wha? Really? Why, what happened? What did I miss?”

You sigh wearily. “Things. Lots of things. Remilia’s dead, and I’m too tired to explain the rest. Not sure if it would make much sense anyways.”

“Awww. More stupid questions?”

“More stupid questions. And you know what? I think they are really stupid. I really don’t care anymore, you know? Maybe we’ll get some answers after this is all over, but I don’t think I need ‘em anymore. I’ve got you, and right now, that’s all I want.”

She sniffles again as she rests her head against you shoulder. “Y-you, you d-do?! R-Really?!”

You nod. “Mhm. Really.”

For now, you don’t care if you can’t see for yourself what happened, or what happens next. For now, you don’t care if those three-thousand questions you had sit and rot for the rest of your life. For now, you don’t care what Gensokyo will do to you in the next week, or the next month, or the next year. You got Cirno out of danger, you’re both alive, and that’s all that matters.

“I love you,” Cirno whispers into your ear.

You smile. “I love you too, Cirno.”
>> No. 26613
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Epilogue: Dawn of a New Day
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A lazy breeze floats aimlessly across the countryside wilderness. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the human village, or even of the populous forests, secluded amidst a scraggly forest and rolling hills lies a single cottage of stone and logs, built strong next to a small field already plowed and ready for planting. A wisp of smoke rolls out of the squat chimney, and in the early morning dimness of spring, the glow of a fireplace can be seen inside the windows, even at a distance.

The serenity of the picture is unbroken, save for a single figure flying though the air towards the house. Alighting nervously on the ground close to the dwelling, it is a small fairy, clutching a piece of paper in her hands with a hand-drawn map illustrated upon it. She would barely come up to a man’s waist, but holds herself as confidently as her stature will allow. Walking up to the old door, she knocks against the rough wood, and places her ear against the wall. She thinks she can hear movement inside, but there is no reply to her knock. She tries again, more vigorously this time, until a man’s voice calls out from the other side.

“I heard you the first time. Come in, I suppose; door’s not locked.”

Giving the old iron doorknob a turn, she pushes the door inwards and steps inside. The interior is warm and cozy, heated by a comfortable fireplace in the middle of the room, which takes up the entire first floor of the cottage. It is quite spacious and well-arranged, with no bric-a-brac lying about on the floor or furniture. A kitchen area sits in one corner, a large bookshelf and writing desk in the other. Nearest to the door, lowered a step from the back of the room, is a lounge area with several large plushy chairs and a long couch surrounding a small coffee table. Though the windows are few and fireplace is partially covered by a black mesh grate, the room doesn’t seem in the least bit dark, and feels more like a good page out of an old book.

The fairy shuts the door and focuses on the sole inhabitant of the room. It is an old man, covered with a patched pine green cloak, the hood drawn up over his head. He fiddles with a steaming tin pot on the stove, and rests some of his weight on a smooth walnut cane.

“Been a while since I’ve gotten any visitors in person,” the man remarks calmly, pouring a rich brown liquid from the pot into two cups. “I’ve only got cocoa, I’m afraid; been running a mite low on tea and coffee for weeks. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Nope, not at all. Tea and coffee taste weird, anyways, but hot cocoa is always yummy!” The man rests a while after setting the pot onto a tray, remembering something that he thought he forgot, and then forgetting it again. Crooking the cane in his elbow, he limps over to the coffee table and places the tray down, inviting the fairy to sit on the most comfortable of his chairs while he rests himself on the couch. From this angle the fairy can see the man’s face more clearly, and after looking at it for a few seconds shies away from him a bit. His eyes are wrapped over with a tight grey cloth, but it still doesn’t cover up the large, burn-like scar running down the left side of his face. “Old” seems not to fit the man so well as perhaps “weary” or “haggard” might. His face seems almost forcibly wrinkled rather than by age, and his small, scraggily beard is pepper colored, indicating that he still has plenty of years left in him.

The fairy stutters a bit. “Are you, umm…oh, what’s the word, blind?”

He smirks and taps the eyecloth. “Wouldn’t be wearing this if I wasn’t. You don’t need to be afraid.”

“I-I’m not afraid, Mr. Watchman sir. Just curious s’all.”

He sighs and takes a sip of cocoa. “Do they still call me that? I can’t say I blame them, but I really wish they’d stop treating me like someone special. Heaven knows there’s plenty more special than me in this country, and you don’t see them getting any titles. But anyways, what brings you here? I can’t say this place is easy to find if you don’t know where to look, so I guess it must be something important.”

The girl looks into her cup, thinking, and shakes her head. “Not really, I guess, well…okay, kinda. I was just wonderin’ ‘bout…about that ol’ mansion on the island.”

The “Watchman” freezes. He doesn’t move and hardly breathes for at least a minute, until his guest breaks the silence.

“It’s just weird is all, y’know? Like, I remember that it used to be all shiny and red and people lived in it ‘n stuff a long time ago, but now it’s all empty and boring. At least, ohh…I think I remember; my memory’s not real good, you know? Miss, ohh, whatsername, Run Yakkymo? She told me that you knew stuff ‘bout it, and she told me where to find you, too!”

The man folds his hands together and breathes deeply, thinking. When he finally finds it within himself to speak, he does so seriously and to the point.

“I don’t know much about that. You should have gone to the librarian, Patchouli Knowledge. She would know more than me; she lived there.”

She shakes her head sadly. “Nuh-uh, I tried. She didn’t wanna talk ‘bout anything ‘cept books n’ stuff, but she said you knew lots too, just like Miss Run did.”

He lowers his head. “Hong Meiling, the gate guard. She was there long before I was. She knew all about who went in and out of that place. You should talk to her.”

Another shake of the head. “I couldn’t find her anywheres; nobody can. It’s like she disappeared or some’n. Please, Mister; I talked ta everybody, and they all said you could tell me the story! I even went to that one creepy Flan lady! I just…m’just curious…s’all.” She curls up into a little ball in the big chair, starting to regret that she even came.

The man wraps his hand around his cane, clenching it until his knuckles turn white. “That house…that house was a nightmare to me. It gave me nothing but questions, questions I never got the answers to. It took away everything I ever cared about. It took and took, and never gave back. It’s cursed. Why would you ever want to know about a cursed mansion? It’s done enough to me as it is…I don’t want it to do any more to anyone else.”

For the longest time neither of them speak, the crackling fire in the background warming the room happily, caring not the least bit about what its customers are thinking about. Finally the fairy inches forwards on her seat, head lowered, and tries to give the man an answer.

“It’s all really weird, you know? I wanna say…I just feel like I should know more about it. I gots a real bad memory—I think it’s just ‘cause I’m a fairy an’ I keep dying or stuff like that—but every now and ‘gain I think like I remember something. Like something in a dream, a long time ago, and that ol’ house is always in it. I don’ really know, but I just think it’s important, like it’s a piece a me missin’ or some’n weird like that. I just wanna know what I think I know and don’t know, y’know?”

(I know you know…)
>> No. 26614
(..but do you know you know?)

The man rubs his hair and face in despair, trying to force the bad memories out of his head. As he leans back in the couch his hood slips off his head, and the fairy scrambles behind her chair in surprise. To the side of his lank, brown-grey hair floats a small gold-colored orb in midair, tethered to his head by two loopy silver strings that curl around the back of his eye-cloth and disappear. As she looks at the orb closer, she can make out the faint outline of a slightly curved crease running across the center: an eyelid. The floating “eye” seems almost to be asleep, bobbing gently in the air and rocking back and forth without opening.

She peeks out from behind the chair, but sees that the eye isn’t really doing anything other than sitting there. Cautiously she creeps out from behind the safety of the armrest and asks, “Is that, umm…I-Is, that a, umm, an eye…what is that?”

He moves a hand over his head quickly to feel for his hood, but upon finding it missing he calms down, stroking the golden eye for comfort.

“This is the only good thing that I ever got out of that mansion,” he replies, “and even now I’m not sure if I want it. It manifested itself out of nowhere, to aid me with my power. It’s the reason I live alone, away from everyone. It’s the reason they call me The Watchman. It’s the reason I don’t have friends anymore. I had one, once, but……she forgot…she forgot everything” He shakes his head and plods over to the book shelf, the fairy still keeping a wary look on that floating eye. “I saw too much,” he continues, feeling around on the shelf for something unknown. “And I didn’t understand what I saw. And then I couldn’t stop seeing. So I hid. I ran away. I closed myself off. If you had ever seen as deeply as I saw…”

He slowly sinks down to the ground, holding a thick book in his hands with a scarlet cover. Though he weeps, no tears fall down his face. The fairy inches closer and kneels down next to him, putting a hand on his.

“Y’know, it’s prolly not that hard to make a friend if you wanna, mister,” she comforts. “All y’ have to do is be nice and ask!”

The old soul raises his head and would be looking into her eyes if he could, pity etches onto his face. “Pretty smart for a simple fairy. Where’d you learn that, eh?”

She shrugs. “I dunno, I just heard it someplace. And I’m not that smart,” she adds, as her face blushes. “I’m actually really dumb n’ stuff. But it’s okay, ‘cause I’m pretty strong anyways!”

The man smiles and touches her hand. “What’s you name, child?”

“Cirno, Mr. Watchman, sir.”

The eye springs open. It swivels around the man’s head, looking at the fairy from every angle it can on its short strings. Blue dress with white diamond trim…an azure ribbon tied up in silvery-sky blue hair…six beautiful crystal wings fanned out behind her. He bends over and breaks down into sobs again, but this time a smile can be seen across his face. A single tear falls from the golden eye and lands on the hands of the two figures. The fairy seems a bit taken aback by this sudden display of emotion, not to mention the eye “waking up” and looking at her, but she doesn’t move away.

“Then, Miss Cirno…” he whispers, trying to maintain at least a sliver of composure. “Would you…be my friend?”

She intertwines her fingers with his and nods meekly. “Friends.”

Together they slowly walk back to the large chair, and he sits down in it, the shining eye still dripping tears behind him. “Miss Cirno, would you mind…sitting in the chair with me? I’d like to read you a story.”

“Storytime? Mmm, okay!” She crawls up onto his careworn cloak and nestles into the chair with him, her wings spread out to either side and his arms encircled about her waist, holding the book in front of them. “Does it have a happy ending?”

“Oh…no. No, I’m sorry. It doesn’t.”

She frowns. “Then…is it gonna have a sad ending?”

He thinks for a while, and shakes his head. “No…no, I wouldn’t say that, either.”

She looks confused, and cocks her head sideways as she looks at him. “Well then, what kinda ending does it have?”

He ponders this question even longer, then sighs.

“I think, Cirno, that it’s not happy or sad. It’s just true.

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And with that, the two of them began a tale, which they had once began together before, many years ago. Forgotten and remembered, forgotten and remembered again, changed and warped until the world, ages later, forgot that it had even happened the way it really did. But, though the land changed around them and nature claimed what rightfully belonged to it, a small part never forgot about those strange events on that island soaked in scarlet, and of a simple farmer’s devotion to a simple fairy.
>> No. 26616
IT. IS. FINISHED.



Q&A will be in a new thread that I’ll make in a few hours (hopefully), so save your questions for that thread, not this one. General commentary/discussion about the story can go in this thread, though.

I’ll be back in a while. Have to go do awesome things with friends.

My wrists really hurt right now, just so’s you know.
>> No. 26617
>>26614

Follow this story from start to finish has been a wonderful and epic tale.

My hat is off to you Owen for writing for us this great story.
>> No. 26618
>IT. IS. FINISHED.

FUUUUUUUUUUCK
>> No. 26619
Hermit end.
>> No. 26620
What an end. I cried manly tears. A true End fits this story more than a happy end.
I can't really put it into words how good this story was.
Thank you for writing this, i really enjoyed it from the beginning to the end.
>> No. 26621
>>26614

*slow clap*

Good job. I'd like to give you some praise for ending a story well. Happy endings are really rare, but -good- poignant endings are even more rare. It did what an ending it supposed to do, and that's pull down the curtain.

I've been reading the story since you began writing, and while I never liked Nathaniel whatsoever (or found Adam pretty shoehorned in) I have to say it's been an enjoyable read.

Cheers.

And as a question, planning on writing anything else down the road?
>> No. 26622
Might as well post the rest of this then :

(continued from Thread 12)
Breaking up
Blind Gunman
Worst Dungeon Crawl Ever/Thread 13
My kingdom for a wristband, Bearer of Bad News
Voted off the Island

Meltdown/DAY FIVE - FINAL
I bet it smells like peppermint (BAD END #2)
Lies
Bed and Breakfast
Library Time/Thread 14
Killing Time
This err... sitting thing?
To the victor goes the spoils
Interview with the Vampire
A knock at the door
Losing your head
No good deed...
Completely Useless Walkthru/Thread 15
Chasing Skirts, Teenage Rebel
Talking
Damsel in Distress, Backstab, Report Card
Ignoring your problems until they go away/Thread 16
The Dragon and the Devil
Broken Toys
Endings, Epilogue
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>>26616
Wow, just wow.
I do not think that i can invent on my own worthy enough accolades for this title to recieve.
While it is unfortunate that this paltry gift of mine does not relate to touhou (and the SDM) as strongly (ha) as would perhaps be appropriate, I now give this award for which i have been holding for over a year to give to a worthy enough effort.
This writing is a masterpiece, and i look forward to more, if indeed that is the path fate has laid for the future. I hope to be able to write something (or many somethings, if i am lucky)as good as this, someday. Perhaps, and hopefully, the project I and another are currently working on will.
>> No. 26624
Quite simply, there are no words. Sincere congratulations for this work, it has been genius and mastery from start to finish. Hope to keep hearing from you, your pieces have been excellent and I do not doubt any others may be so also.
>> No. 26625
That must suck, one day Cirno must have just forgotten about the farmer and ditched him.
>> No. 26627
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26627
Amazing. A story worthy of grand praise. Words cannot express the commendations I wish to give you.

The fact that I was in a Castlevanian mood during the reading made it all the more awesome.
>> No. 26628
I raged. I baww'd. I laughed out loud. I played the Gurren-Lagann song over in my head. I cried manly tears. I cried bitch tears. I despaired. I did a barrel roll. And then I serioused the fuck up.

But Anon's final feeling is something he cannot truly express with any meme in his vocabulary; however, phrased in the appropriate manner, one comes close:

[x] Genuflect
>> No. 26629
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26629
Best story on the entire site. A couple others come close, but this is the best. No exaggeration.

Thank you.
>> No. 26630
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26630
And so it has ended.

Congratulations and thank you.
>> No. 26631
I need a tl;dr summary of this story, STAT.
>> No. 26633
>>26632
Spoiler tags, damn it. USE THEM.
>> No. 26634
>>26633

Nothing was spoiled.
>> No. 26635
>>26632
Gurren Lagann End with less Hobo

so which one of the >>26058 endings is this.
>> No. 26636
>>26633

But if you insist


You show up at a mansion
there's a mystery
you befriend Cirno
you save Cirno multiple times
you both escape the mansion
she forgets it all and you end up as a sad, lonely man with no friends.

>> No. 26637
>>26635

IF YOU SEEK TO SAVE THE ONE WHOM YOU LOVE, YOU WILL TRAVEL INTO THE HEART OF DARKNESS, THE HEART OF STONE AND STEEL. YOU WILL TRAVEL INTO YOUR PAST AND FIND THAT WHICH YOU SOOK TO DISCLOSE, BUT FEARED TO ATTEMPT. YOU WILL FEEL EMPATHY, AND YOU WILL FEEL SORROW. YOU WILL MAKE A CHOICE, AND YOU WILL CHOOSE YOUR HEART OVER YOUR MIND.


This one I think, but it doesn't fit completely.
>> No. 26638
>>26637
more like path of love.
>> No. 26639
*sniff sniff*

No. I just got a cold. thats all.

This was excellent. a perfect end to this story.
>> No. 26640
>>26638

Feels like a mixture of both.
>> No. 26648
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26648
The rampant Castlevania references really took out most of the punch. The rest of it was good, but that really dragged it down for me.
>> No. 26655
Cirno is loev. No regrets.
>> No. 26657
Thanks for writing this Owen, it’s been a hell of a ride. You’ve put out quality updates reliably for a long time, something which few here can claim to have done. We probably could have avoided many of the problems that arose later if we had trusted Nathaniel like you kept hinting we should, but that would have been so much less fun.

Try not to let all the praise here inflate your ego too much, though. Having a big head can hurt a writer.
>> No. 26659
Ultimately, befriending Cirno and reuniting Glish with Nathaniel were our greatest accomplisments. Fair enough. I'd have liked some of the truth behind Remilia's motivations (or at least the catalyst for her behavior), and what Flandre meant by
>If you actually believe that, you’re crazier than you made me!!
is going to bug me to hell and back, but... I'll take what we got.

Definitely not the ending I wanted, but it was certainly the ending the story really deserved.
>> No. 26753
Some interesting statistics about A Scarlet-Stained Memoir:

+ Word Count: 239,737 words.
+ Character Count: 1,088,645 characters without spaces.
+ Average Word Length: 4.5 characters per word.
+ Physical Size: 395 standard-sized pages, using 12-point Arial font, single spaced, with quarter-inch margins for the sides and half-inch margins for the top and bottom.
+ Post Count: 155 posts.
+ Duration: September 1, 2008 to February 14, 2009 (167 days).
+ Average Segment Length: 1547 words per segment.
+ Average Update Speed: One update approximately every 26 hours.

+ Time spent writing on February 14, 2009: Approximately 10.5 hours.

Some books that are shorter than A Scarlet-Stained Memoir:
+ “Dracula”, by Stoker. 153,595 words.
+ “The Fellowship of the Ring”, by Tolkein. 177,227 words.
+ “The Two Towers”, by Tolkein. 143,436 words.
+ “The Return of The King”, by Tolkein. 134,462 words.
+ “The Path of Daggers”, by Jordan. 222,185 words.
+ Any of the Harry Potter books with the exception of “The Order of the Phoenix”.

Some books that are longer than A Scarlet-Stained Memoir:
+ “The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide”, by Adams. 257,979 words.
+ “Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix”, by Rowling. 257,154 words.
+ “Les Miserables”, by Hugo. 530,982 words.
+ “War and Peace”, by Tolstoy. 587,287 words.
+ Every other Wheel of Time book except “The Path of Daggers”.

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I would like to thank each and every one of you, once again, for reading my tale and seeing it through to the end. Without your valued input and sage discussion, A Scarlet-Stained Memoir would perhaps never have been finished, doomed to fade away into obscurity as yet another one of my failed projects.

I regret that I cannot respond to each and every one of you, but your questions are vast and numerous, and I dare not spend more time than I need commenting here. I will, however, call out those which catch my eye, or that I feel need addressing.

>>26622
Once again, I approve.

>>26623
I…I can…For me? Thank you. I shall cherish this .jpg forever, until, if the future deems it so, I find another even more worthy than I to “pass the buck”.

I wish you luck in beginning your writing, and hope that it may bring you joy. Please, do your best to eclipse this story. Know your limits, of course, but do not be afraid to break them.

>>26625
This question has now been answered in the Appendix.

>>26628
Truly, I must be a farmer of memes.

>>26629
Perhaps the highest praise I have received yet. “The Best” is a title I fear I cannot accept so readily, as I am sure others here are more worthy of the title. But I thank you very much, none the less.

>>26631
I fear it would be hollow and void of meaning. Perhaps another can create one, though; I am a poor judge of summarizing.

>>26635
>so which one of the >>26058 endings is this.
If you wish, ask this question in the Appendix thread instead.

>>26648
I do not deny that it was heavy-handed, but I simply could not resist inserting it, as I have had this scene burning into my mind for months. I am as weak as the next man when it comes to internet memes. I apologize if it removed you from the story.

>>26657
>Try not to let all the praise here inflate your ego too much, though. Having a big head can hurt a writer.
I am receiving as much questioning criticism as I am praise by the appearance of the Appendix thread. I assure you that I still consider myself completely out of the loop on THP, and fairly low on the hierarchy to boot. I am just a man who writes things in my spare time. Sometimes people read it. Sometimes they say it is good.

However, I think I might be able to finally ask for permanent sub-mod status on IRC now. Personally, I think I’ve earned that much. That’s not too egotistical, is it?

>>26659
>I'd have liked some of the truth behind Remilia's motivations (or at least the catalyst for her behavior). And what Flandre meant by, “If you actually believe that, you’re crazier than you made me!!” is going to bug me to hell and back, but... I'll take what we got.
I will attempt to address this in the Appendix thread, but please remind me if I do not. The answering process is a long one, and I might forget a question or two along the way.