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The Great Detective's True Mysteries
"I propose a new theory," expounded Willard Wright. "It is what I call the Clothing Connection! Notice that Jessica is seen in Episode 2 wearing Marisa cosplay. & Marisa is a witch. Observe also that the only clothes we ever see Erika wearing were not her own, but formerly belonged to Jessica. & what is Erika? A witch, like Marisa. From this we can conclude that Jessica & Erika are in fact the same person! It's the Clothing! You can't solve the mystery without paying attention to the Clothing!"

"What?" said Erika, her mouth a be-fanged O for outrage. "I am Furudo Erika, the Witch of Truth, don't confuse me for the likes of ... her!"

"What the hell?" said Jessica. "I wouldn't be caught dead being Furudo Erika."

Erika grew more irate. "& just what is wrong with being *me*, hm?"

"I don't know, what you got against being me?"

Erika smiled smugly, puffed up with pride at herself. "You are stupid, bumbling, & dumb. The total opposite of me!"

"& you're a sociopathic bitch with bolts for brains."

Erika snarled. "You want a fight, do you?"

Jessica cracked her knuckles. "Yeah, I do."

"You're on!"

Erika ran down the hall with one eye swolled shut & blood leaking from her many bruises. Up ahead of her she saw Battler.

"Battler! Battler! You have to help me!" she called.

"Huh, Erika? What the hell would I help you?"

"B-because ... " She trembled & she tears out her one functioning duct. "Jessica & I fought & she's ten times stronger than me I managed to get away but she's chasing me!"

"Well Erika, you are a witch. Why don't you just beat her with magic?"

"Um ... well ... that's because ... "

"Could it be because you can't do magic, because you're not a witch, because they don't exist?"

"N-no ... I'm just ... " She lowered her head in patheticity, & blushed from embarrassment. " ... I'm not very good at it."

"Admit it!" said Battler in a sudden rage, grabbing Erika by a twin-tail & bashing her head against the wall. "Admit you're not a witch, admit they don't exist!"

"Ow ow ow HEEEEELP!"

Battler snatched the roll of tape Erika was using to feebly shield herself before picking her up, binding her in tape, & pummeling her with punches.

"Get back here!" cried Jessica. "I'll fucking murder you you bite-sized blue-haired bitch! I ... "

She noticed Battler's batterings, warping the Witch of Truth into a terrifying welt of wounds. Gouts of Erika's blood arced through the air & splattered across Jessica's face. Her anger abated.

"Um ... " she said. " ... Is she gonna be okay?"
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" said Battler, holding aloft his scarlet-spattered knuckles.

"Glurk!" bubbled the frighteningly fractured fracas that was formerly Erika, & quickly took advantage of Battler's momentary distraction to ooze over to a wall, pull a candlestick with her twin-tail, & escape into one of the mansion's many secret passages.

"Hey!" said Battler. "Where the hell did she go!"

"Ugh, I hate this!" gargled Erika. "I'm the Witch of Truth, not the Witch of Being a Puddle of Mush! I need to cast the spell to return to my proper form ... re-remembering it will be an easy job for a brain as great as mine! ... "

She mumbled a magical mutterance, & screamed in pain as her bones unbroke themselves, & her soft tissue reassembled. "AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" she wailed.

Once she'd stopped convulsing & throwing up she stood, wiggled her fingers, took a few steps, twirled around. "I'm me again!"

"The scream came from this way!" said Jessica.

"Eek!" she squeaked, & took off running. "I have to get away ... Master will help me." She began broadcasting her brilliant brainwaves beyond the sea.

"You were right Bern," said Lambda Delta, reclining on a gold-trimmed crimson cushion. "The opium in this den's the best!"

Bern sat puffing her pipe, wearing a strange box on the side of her skull.

"It is the most mellow blend of them all," she said, & took a puff. Just then a red light on the black box started flashing & beeping.

"Hey," said Lambda. "What's that thing in your head?"

"It's a psyonic bouncer," she said. "In the event that anyone should try to contact me with brainwaves during opium time, it will reflect them in the form of a powerful neuroelectric shock."

Back in the mansion, Erika had just exited another secret door into Aunt Natsuhi's room, when she felt a sudden gigavolt snap through her central nervous system, all the way down her spine. "My spine!" she cried, & tumbled to the floor.

"Ooh ... my little grey cells were attacked when I sent my message ... this must be Battler's doing ... must contact ... Master ... "

Just then Battler & Jessica burst into the room.

"There she is!" said Battler, pointing.

"Eeep!" squealed Erika, backing away.

"B-Battler ... " said Jessica. "Don't kill her, I ... "

"Let's get her!" said Battler. "We'll ... oh. It's only you, Kanon."

"Stay back!" said Erika. "I'll ... uh ... turn you into a toad! I ... huh?"

"Aha," laffed Battler, smiling like sunshine. "Good one, Kanon. Did you see which way Erika went?"

Erika looked from Battler, to Jessica, to the mirror on the wall. The image of Kanon the Furniture looked back at her.
"Oh shit!" she thought. "I messed up the reforming spell & turned myself into Kanon!" She looked just like him, even down to the clothes. "Wait ... " She screwed her brain until it bled. "I mean ... I *meant* to *disguise* myself as Kanon, in order to trick Battler. With just this magic, even this level of ingenious subterfuge is possible for Furudo Erika."

Aloud she said. "I ... *I mean SHE* ... she went that way!" & pointed out the open window.

"Of course!" said Battler. "The ol' window escape! But she can't fool me!"

He jumped out the window, with a cry of "witches!"

"Holy crap!" cried Jessica, looking down at Battler's bent limbs splaying from a wrecked rose-bush. "Battler, are you alright?"

"Facts," he groaned. "Logic ... "

"Serves him right," said Erikanon.

"Um, hey Kanon-kun," said Jessica, blushing a little. "Imma go get Dr Nanjo ... are you feeling okay?"

"Wh-what! I'm Furnituro Kanon, I've never felt better ahahaha!" Her pallid form was trembling.

"Maybe you better come with me, Dr Nanjo can take your temp ... "

"N-no, I'll be fine. I just have to, um ... do slave things!"

"Well ... if you insist. H-hey ... " Her blush deepened, & she lowered her head with a grin like a goofus. "H-how about a goodbye kiss."

Erika stared in mortified horror. "A-a kiss! Wh-why would I want to kiss *you*!"

"Huh?" Jessica looked taken aback, & sort of hurt. "Wh-why wouldn't you want to kiss your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" said Erikanon. "What? I ... " Her brain did something it had never done before & put a bunch of things together at once. "I ... uh ... b-because I have a cold, & don't want to give it to you. Um ... you go get Dr Nanjo, I-I'll meet you by the Battler ... I mean, the rose-bush."

She quickly ran off, at first with fright, but once she was sure she wasn't being followed, with joy. "Heheheh," she laughed. "Ahahaha!" All the running had her winded so she walked as she wrung her hands.

"Now I know Ushiromiya Jessica is dating furniture," she thought. "I can blackmail her with this! She'll have to do my bidding! I'm one step closer to getting my hands on Kinzo's Kompendium, the tome that contains all his magical knowledge! Once I have it I can give it to Master, & she'll love me even more."

Then she stopped, & thought. " ... Stupid Battler! His brain-blocker's jamming my messages to Master! I need to get off this island & report back in. ... & my ingeniously devious Kanon disguise has everyone fooled, even his girlfriend! I can just walk out of here."

She strode with smug confidence, turned a corner, & saw someone.

It was Kanon.

"I always knew this day would come," he said, forming the energy-sword on his hand. "You've finally made your move, my doppleganger."

"Yikes!" was all Erika had the chance to say before Kanon sliced her apart into eighteen different pieces.
"Bern," said Lambda. "There's a package for you."

Bern walked over to the front door of Kastel Bernkastel. "What is it?"

"It's a brown box wet with blood."

"What's inside?"

Lambda upended the box, dumping all its very familiar weeks-rotten chopped-up cadaver-chunks on the floor. "Wooow, it's Erika!" she said.

The little black box on Bern's head exploded in a shower of smoke & sparks. Gritting her teeth, she stomped over to the lump of unlimbed bodyparts, & picked them up by the collar, & they were whole.

"Master!" cried Erika with tears of joy in her eyes, as Bern once more plucked her apart into pieces.

"Master!" cried Erika with tears of joy in her eyes, when Bern revived her again.

Bern shattered Erika's kneecaps with the homerun bat.

"Owww!" Erika splayed back & sobbed.

Bern pointed with the cruror-covered bat. "I told you not to come back until you had the Kompendium!"

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to come back, I was Kanon, but then I met him, & then he killed me!"

"Talking nonsense again." A vein bulged on her temple.


"Hey Bern, look," said Lambda. "The box had a note in it."

"Give me that." Bern read it: "Dear Bernkastel, I know your 'magic' is secret science, I sent you your Erika so you can make a Frankenstein out of her again. t Battler."

"You see!" said Erika. "It was Battler who mailed me back! I didn't come back on my own!"

"You still came back." More veins bulged.

"Um ... I'll go now! Back to Rokkenjima, to get the Kompendium!"

" ... Very well. I'll help you along your way."

A look of sheer joy at the very idea of being graced by her Master's unwarranted aid washed over Erika's face like rainshowers on the street in spring. "Oh, Master, thank you so ... "

Bern knocked Erika out of the park, out of the Kastle, & high into the sky.

"Now that's what I call a grandslam!" said Lambda & then deftly dodged the bat.
If ten thousand angry bikers rushed toward me asking which way Erika had gone, I would not only show them, I would go with them to make sure they found her.

Albert here. (REAL)
hei hei. ask me anything.
also please change the Monar in the pinned I do not like that and I shall not be provoked further

before you ask
1. i don't hate blacks or jews, i will never buy into that BS
2. cum
3. media companies owned by tech companies are cool
4. ?????
5. just because you belong to the right wing doesn't mean you hold the right beliefs in society
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"I almost had anal sex with my silly cousin. now he has a family of his own" -Jongg 'Weat' Eater
Category: albert


Category: (;´Д`)

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Claude O'Shaughnessy examined the bullet-gap in the back of the skull. "Yup, that's a shotgun-hole alright."

He flipped through the dead lady's wallet. It identified her as one Erica Frudd, of Bernalillo County, NM.

"Well, she's a long way from home, whoever she is." He fanned himself with his casefile, as airconditioning did not exist. "Someone better invent airconditioning soon, or I'm gonna kill someone myself."

Still, it did amaze him. Thirty murders in twenty-four hours. & it wasn't even the Cotton-Floating Festival yet.

"Things get weirder & weirder." Claude hoisted the cadaverette up with one hand, sickening sound of her floor-stuck face peeling off her skull. He tossed her corpse in the police-truck, & did not notice as her face-flesh wriggled off into the shadows & slipped away through a crack.

"Oh boy Officer O'Shaughnessy!" said Casey Mayberry. "Did I get here in time to see the body?"

Ever since Casey helped save the town of Hinterlake from brain-fungi O'Shaughnessy had let him be a junior police detective.

"The body's already in the truck, but you can help me tamper with the crime-scene by scrubbing up the blood."

"Oh boy! I love being a cop!"

"Still ... " thought O'Shaughnessy. "Who could have made the murder? ... that crazy Minnie Tacanaugh broad & her army of paramilitary commandos are in Guantanamo Bay being tortured by the CIA as we speak. So who could be behind the murder?

"Wow, it's a girl!" said Casey, clambering into the truck & poking Erica's fly-clustered corpse with a stick.

"Mayberry!" barked Claude. "Don't be a pervert."

"I'm not a perv!" He couldn't help think of how pretty the dead girl looked though.
"Get scrubbing."

Casey saluted. "Right on it, chief!"

"Oh, & do mind the face."

"Face?" Casey looked up from his cleaning of the gore. "What face?"

"Her face was done stuck to the floor ... boy, don't tell me you lost it?"

"I didn't see a face at all!"

O'Shaughnessy shrugged. "Faces go missing sometimes. Nothing we can do about it."

The truck pealed away from the abandoned cotton-mining facility.

"Guess I should mark down one missing face," said Casey, noting it in the casefile.

O'Shaughnessy laughed. "I wouldn't worry about that face of hers. These things have a way of turning up."

Casey thinks back to the corpse in the truck with the crimson chasm in its skull & limbs splayed awkward sticking from her pretty dress.

He gulped. "Maybe I am a pervert ... " He thought. "Still, I wonder who she was ... I bet if I could find a way to bring her back to life, she'd be a real nice person." He tried to imagine what her face would have looked like.

If only he'd searched for something attaching itself to the bottom of the truck, he could have seen her face, now nearly regenerated to its proper form.

"Still," thought O'Shaughnessy, as he drove off towards the orange dusk. "Murder ... it's just as the prophecy foretold."


Elsewhere in the village ...

In an abandoned warehouse by the river, a young man leans against a wall, carapaced in sweat. Gasping, breathing, in the un-airconditioned swelter of a Southern summer heat.

"I think ... we got her ... " He presses his hand against the wound on his chest, heart of the blossoming blood-stain dying red his white suit.

"Butler ... " rasped the shotgun in his hand. "You know what they say: that is not dead which can eternal lie, & with strange aeons, even death may die."

He looked down at the eye, black in scarlet, staring up at him from the strip of flesh burgeoning out of the firearm's barrel.

"Ah, Marlboro Foods." Butler whispered the weapon's name, caressed it with his hand. "You're my only friend. The only one I can trust."

He took the foot-long syringe off the bunson-burner, injected the heated healing drug directly into his neck. His wounds wound themselves shut.

"You can't worry about the ones you've already killed," said Marlboro Foods. "You have to move onto your next target. & this time, she won't stand a chance."

"Yeah ... " Butler kicked back some pills & washed them down with raw Everclear. He looked to the corner of the room. "Not now that we've made our secret weapon."

"SHMEE ... ONN!" growled the thing that looked like two bodies stiched together with black thread, long mouths with fangs jutting out all over where their faces should have been.

"Anti-Witch weapon, Shelly & Melly delux combine: the being known as Shmelly." Butler racked the shells into Marlboro Foods, wound up his springs, popped in a fresh battery. "Tomorrow the next target falls. At dawn will die the witch, Stacey Hougey."

The town of Hinterlake Zone would never be the same.

RELEASE: ...in white by ZIGZAG
In mid-January I read "The noose" by ZIGZAG (https://vndb.org/r85), and thanks to its spotty translation it was the most gruelling and infuriating experience with a novel game I have ever had. I wound up looking into ZIGZAG and found a good deal of (much better!) translated novels, and one complete old one which was untranslated: "...in white". It ran in 400x300 resolution with a very small text box allowing for only three lines of twenty fullwidth characters each, and directly I accepted the challenge -- it helped that there was absolutely no scripting nor image editing to do. Fitting full English sentences into that space without modifying the game nor breaking any pages was a fun exercise, turning out like pure poetry at times. I'm proud that it's done and that this particular sidetrack will trouble me no longer.

Category: novel game, release

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You have to use the Alcoholics Anonymous tag!
they don't matter and never will be.

RELEASE: Eternity by stage-nana
Thanks to Karmic who uploaded the ISO, I was able to restore and translate Eternity to be enjoyed on into the future -- tonight it is up for all to download. Many thanks to Harry for translating my own menus and opening words to Japanese. Feel free to ask any questions or report any problems in this thread.

Category: novel game, release

I've noticed your 2ch Flash archives, and I figured that it would be a good idea for you to add them to Flashpoint, an archive with a total of 100,000 games and animations (from all sorts of platforms, not just Flash) so that way more people can see the otaku culture of the mid 2000s and be exposed to it. They have a Discord too, but joining is kind of necessary for you to submit curations. It also feels pretty rewarding when the next update comes and you see your curations, knowing you helped to preserve internet history.
They're not for way more people to see. I don't use Flashpoint because I have gigs of flashes of my own available from public sources like Danbooru and Dagobah, and installing what I assume is an Electron wrapper with a Flash dev executable would be redundant. But regardless, more people from the current culture being exposed to mid-2000s culture is a large part of why everything is so bad.
At the very least though you should just get Flashpoint Core (used for making curations but doesn't include anything else) to upload what you have so they can be added to the next version.

Posting from Haikuヽ(´∇`)ノ
I was a Linux elitist around 2017; I test-ran practically every mainstream distro, changing OS by the week at times, but I'd always go back to Slackware with a Window Maker setup. I have much respect for OpenBSD and BSD in general, but the reason I went back to Windows permanently was GTK: I absolutely refuse to use any modern (post-2012) interface, and I would always rice my Linux systems well, but GTK3 and to an extent QT made this impossible. Broken, janky, and contrary to established interfaces just for the hell of it. Themes I liked would break across versions, everything felt disjointed like it was all a webpage, and the file picker was notorious amongst all who used it. It is true that Linux is subverted and destroyed by GERMAN SCUM Poetteringware, and that OpenBSD really is a solution in terms of neatness and security, but everything but Windows and Mac is afflicted by GTK because everything needs an interface, and only the big ones can afford their own.

Well, Haiku seems to be the only free operating system on earth that has its goals in order: the key to a real operating system is a coherent interface, no matter what the CLI elitists tell you, and its developers are trying their best to fill the gaps that most "hobbyist" operating systems leave open. Based on the classic BeOS with which I have no experience, Haiku has a solid set of default software, including the decent WebPositive browser on which I am here posting. My two problems with it so far are that I currently do not have sound working with my Intel card, and the only fonts installed by default are of Noto Sans, without a single serif included. It is worth hoping that the Haiku project will design its own font in the vein of OS/2's Workplace Sans, but in the meantime it is no issue to install needed fonts. I am hopeful for Haiku, not because I think it will ever handle my workload, but because it has what an operating system needs to have.
Category: computing
The command line is man's best friend
CLI is good for some things and totally unnatural for most. Having to read a lengthy manpage or wiki entry just to do a simple operation in ffmpeg and still have less control is asinine. You're using a window manager to handle the terminals so you may as well use GUI wherever practical; Linux is bloat in the first place.

How to get that 90s low budget type home video soundtrack
If you've ever wanted to replicate the kind of cheesy 90s music from VHS tapes and commercials, well I know just how. You're going to need a DAW, and some VSTs. Some VSTs you absolutely should use are the Korg M1 and Wavestation, Roland D50, U20 and Sound Canvas, and Yamaha DX7. You'll also want the Roland R8 for drums. The following are patches highly recommended for use in songs; since these are some of the most iconic and overused patches of the time they're instantly recognizable.

Korg M1: Universe, Piano 16', Organ 1, MagicOrgan, Lore, Slap Bass (the same bass used in Seinfeld!), I saw wind

Korg Wavestation: Ski Jam, Pharoah's Jig, Kingdom Come, DebussyOnWheels, Midnight Run, The Wave Song, Vox Concrete, Vocalise, Fire Dance, Glider

Roland D50: Fantasia, Pizzagogo, Soundtrack, Gamelan Bell, Staccato Heaven, DigitalNativeDance, Shakuhachi

Yamaha DX7: Just Electric Piano 1 and Bass 1
Or you could cultivate what it takes actually to form that kind of music, rather than just gather up the sounds and make CIA beats with them. (´ー`)
Who wants to do that though? That's lame. You'd be better off using those sounds.
Get thee behind me, Satan.
I'd rather learn Kansai dialect or Ainu than do that.

Excuse me
I'd just like to interject for a moment. What you're refering to as ONScripter, is in fact, ONScripter-EN, or as I've recently taken to calling it, ONScripter plus English language support. ONScripter is not a usable Western novel game engine unto itself, but rather another free interpreter of a common-sense game scripting standard given English support by Insani, Hæleth and new features by Uncle Mion comprising a stable interpreter as defined by Senzogawa.

Many novel game players run a modified version of ONScripter-EN every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the version of ONScripter that was widely used in classic novel game translations was called ONScripter, but many of its users are not aware that it was actually ONScripter-EN, developed for English-language use.

There really is an ONScripter, and these people are using it, but it is just a part of the novel game engine they use. ONScripter is the main branch: the program that our cultivated Western interpreter was based upon. The main branch is an essential part of the fork, but useless by itself; it can function only in the context of a Japanese game with no halfwidth characters. ONScripter is normally used in combination with Chendo's English patch: the whole engine is basically ONScripter with English support added, or ONScripter-EN. All the so-called ONScripter distributions with English translations are really distributions of ONScripter-EN!
Category: computing, novel game, rightmaking
Dude can you get DooM running in own-scripter? Dude we could have a teaparty where it cut to Erikard having to fite her way through hord-es of violant Africun war-lards. Much laphs wouldst be hoisted, ant many a nightguard cut down, afore Eri-chan's sides split open by machine-gun-fire, as are sides split with lustre, kackling madness long into the nite. She could even youse the pogo-stack as ein waffen, as well as personelle mobility device.
You have brained damage. I can run tetris and snake on ONScripter. Satolitaire coming soon.

Any Anime recommendations?
Hello guys, what anime's would you recommend me?

btw, I watch subs
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This is true! I was contact a troll the other day my experience was very frustration. Kaganmin very appreciating the awareness. -T
have you seen welcome to the nhk thats a good one i liked it and it was relatable i was a neet for a while so it was relatable
i am positively relishing sayonara zetsubou sensei right now ( ´ω`)
higurashi ヽ(´∇`)ノ
since when is there a higurashi anime?

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