#all the other love interest routes would end quickly just like any normal demo

[isekyaaa]

I really want to one day make a typical otome game and spend a good amount of time advertising it. All the romance interests are clearly laid out. I'll release demos and character sheets. I'll make sure everyone knows the characters very well and which one they want to go for, so when the game comes out, everyone will know what to expect. And for the most part, everything does follow their expectations. Once you know what to do, getting the love interests to fall is easy. That is, all until they get to a certain route.

It first starts off weird when they don't appear where the guide says they're supposed to. After a few reloads, you finally find them on the complete opposite side of the map. But... there seems to be something off about them. They're not smiling like how they did in all the advertisements. And when you try to appeal to them, they react in disgust.

You try to follow up with them, but they're never in their favorite places. You find out in a rude awakening that they hate the gifts the game guide promotes. The more you try to capture their heart in the way you should, the more they come to hate you.

Eventually you get the bad ending, so you try your hand at him again. You begin utilizing the quick save/quick load option more and more. You make sure he responds well to every interaction you have with him. And at first, it works great. But slowly, things begin to change. He begins to avoid you. He regards you with suspicious eyes. In the end, you get a bad ending once more.

You try again and again with different combinations, but no matter how much you try, you can't get the good ending. Eventually you get fed up and decide to throw caution to the wind. You decide not to follow any otome logic anymore and decide to respond to his interactions how you would in normal life. And without even realizing it,

You get the good end.

[jadefemme]

Serenity No More

Serenity and Daemona went on to live happily ever after... At least that's the story I would of liked to write. The two did continue to socialize for a few months after, until eventually the demoness stopped appearing. No children to be found, no lover to be found, Serenity fell into a deep depression. She often worked at her place of employment, a new quietness to her job, as if everything seemed less meaningful. Until one day... the tavern simply closed down. Serenity's second home was no more and she had troubles finding a new place to go to. Every location seemed to pale in comparison. Now that all of her connections had seize to function the white kitten was left without any form of happiness in Furcadia. She took her life and deleted herself. Not all love stories end with happiness I moved on and distanced myself from Furcadia, at this moment I was starting high school and decided it was better to form new connections in the real world. This continued on for about two or three years while I kept my memories dear, never telling a soul about what had happened. I could never forget my first love, a secret I held till this blog. New friends were made, new adventures sought out in reality rather then fantasy. I ended up becoming brothers with a close friend named Pat. He had no where to go so I offered a bed at my place. We quickly became best friends and were often not seen without the other. Though Pat often the more sociable one, introducing me often. Though about two years in we began to have trouble in the home, Pat and I often went out late at night to distract ourselves from our worries. Going over to hang out with friends or just climbing roof tops to look out over our small town. We felt as if we had a bird's eye view on everything happening in our high school, knowing many by name and hearing from quite a few. Pat began to depend on me for rides to and from work, friends and more. I became the designated driver on party nights. I never was one to enjoy drinking much. Giving me hours of practice, I enjoyed driving around town at night. Often going on routes with just a buddy and a joint. Listening to good tunes while we blazed up. Though we were best friends we were never attracted to one another. Pat had his horrible list of lovers that seemed to have each a new issue. I ended up finding a girl who sat next to me in class. Her name was Jess. Something about her intrigued my curious feline mind. Perhaps it was just the fact that she didn't seem to judge me, always wanted to have fun. It could of been the fact that she too was also bisexual or maybe she was just to confused to know herself. Something I could relate to because I did not know it quite yet. I wanted to learn everything about her, she inspired me to be a better person. We would stay up all hours of the night gossiping on the phone. Talking about all manner of things. I fell in love with her, sparks igniting in my heart, forcing depression from my soul. With a new motivation for life I did everything I could to please her and understand the world as it was. I began to see the future for what things could of been. We had both been raised on rock and roll, finding bands we could relate on and enjoy together. Many days and nights spent listening or just playing a game together. Jess always had an obsession with Green Day and that was something I could enjoy. I had previously learned of the band in middle school from my close friends. There was a forum of sorts for fans of Green Day that we both ended up returning to often. That was where we met a new friend... Chelly. While she was about two years younger and amazingly only two hours away. The three of us became the best friends I had in high school. We often went on trips to see each other, bonding over many hours in a fashion. The three of us would talk back and forth over instant messaging constantly. While the concept was new at the time, we quickly used it for every means. The long nights of phone talk between Jess and myself came to a close. Though some times on dark nights Jess would demand my attention. She had been a cutter her whole life and I never realized it until she admitted to it. I could not understand exactly what caused her to harm herself. I figured it was a cry for attention, to what means I still don't know. Many dark nights I cheered her up and helped her resist the urges to cut herself. Jess quickly became my muse, my new angel. I could not stand for her to harm herself, no matter the reason. The bonds between Jess, Chelly, and I strengthened and love blossomed between the three. Though not quite equal of sorts. I declared my love to Jess and she revealed to me that she was in love with Chelly. Who ended up stating that she was in love with me. A love triangle of sorts was formed between us three. Jess had told me that she was always bisexual, often saying she preferred females. I took this as a hopeless romantic and continued to pursue for her love. Is it wrong to hope for a chance I thought? Often times it seemed to be that Jess enjoyed to tease me with my new found feelings. Revealing slowly more about herself, which led to steamy nights of arousal. I'd feel guilty for doing these things, knowing Chelly was waiting on the sidelines. Until one night we had kissed, lips glide softly over each other while butterflies fluttered. Jess pressed back into the kiss and seemed to enjoy it. She suddenly pushed me away, for reasons I could not understand. Perhaps she was ashamed to be doing this behind Chelly's back. Regardless of second thoughts, the lust was clearly there. The fact that she had pushed me away was like a knife in my back. Breaking my heart into more pieces that I could manage to pick up. She never explained why she pushed me away, only claiming that I kissed like a girl. Try as I might of, I continued on with the love triangle. Still hoping that Jess would be persuaded. I fell into another deep depression, growing irritable with the ones I cared about. I stopped offering Pat rides, he lost a job due to not being able to find a way of travel. He moved out after he had enough of my depressive nature, though we remained close friends. I devoted the extra time I had gained to pleasing Jess in every way possible. A year went by and we had all become seniors now. In our last year of high school we started to plan for the future. I had goals with Jess in mind, though it would appear I was not in her's. She distanced herself from me and began to make new friends The love triangle fell apart. Jess started to ignore my attempts to reach out for her. Of course this only caused me to fall deeper into depression. I gave up trying and forced myself to move on, making new friends and finding a new love interest. A frisky girl by the name of Kali, a punk girl with piercings. We would go out for lunch together and talk about things we related on. I had thought I found someone new to love. Until she introduced me to her boyfriend, crushing my hopes for anything romantic. I had never been one to cause someone to be unfaithful so I backed off and decided to remain friends with her. That was when Jess reached back out for me, pulling me back into her grasp. I came back on guard to her teasing ways, deciding to give her a little teasing of my own. We became close friends again, she introduced me to her new girlfriend. Stefani was her name, a slim but slightly goth girl. The three of us hung out quite often until Stefani suddenly broke up with Jess. About a week later Stef confessed she had fallen in love with me. Deeply confused with the new found lust, I pushed off her advances for fear of hurting Jess. I came to Jess and announced what I had learned, asking for her permission to pursue this new route. "I don't care, do whatever you want." Was her reply. Little did I understand what it really meant. I started a relationship with Stefani and left Jess behind, this continued on for a bit until my old love flipped tables onto both of us. Guilt tripping us to infinity. Feeling ashamed of our new found lust we ended the relationship on mutual grounds, both still caring for Jess in a way. Though things still fell apart when Jess moved on. Regretting the fact that I had listened to Jess once again and allowed her to manipulate me, I became depressed once again. I stopped caring about school, stopped caring about friends. I became a shut-in, avoiding the chance to reach out. Though humans are social creatures, I still occasionally craved interaction. I fell in with groups of junkies, though it had seemed I was not the only one. Pat and I started to seek out thrills together once again. Each week we'd try something new, looking to test every drug at least once. Weed was the normal from the day to day. Something that we related on, a love of smoke caused us to find new friends, new connections. I had met new friends and learned the best and worse of party goers. Finding two other females who I had love interests in. Though in my depressive state, I lacked the urge to reach out. Only on nights of heavy drinking would they appear. The phrase is, "the truth comes out when you're drunk", though in my sober mind I refused to let myself be hurt as I had in the past.