/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Yours

Do they count as still going if they haven't started yet? I mean, I haven't given up, but they're still just ideas in the back of my mind.

Is yours ongoing?

Also, is this a cleverly disguised Katawa Shojo thread?

That one about Anonymous and his pleasant day or something like that.

>>841968
>>841979
Of course, counting Anonymous' Nice Days as ongoing.
And it's not just me, you know...

I've wondered this as well. There used to be a few anons with vn projects. What happened to the custom engine guy with the QUALITY artwork?

>>841965

FFFFFFFFFFFF STATUS UPDAT ON A.N.D NOW.
The Touhou one is off hiatus I heard last.

Let rephrase this: is KS the only Anon VN actually making considerable progress?

>>842021
>KS
>significant progress

OH LOL, hi dev team !

Sage for the mention of Katawa Shojo.

>>842028
I know where this thread is going to go now, so I'll do like >>842047

>>842008
seeing that the release date was "before UBW installer, lol" it collapsed on itself.

Somebody, please take over the Drifters concept, with the jaded magical girl after the end of the world

>>841979
KS, while certainly still ongoing, originated from /a/, much before /jp/ even existed.

Just stating the facts before too much haet starts flowing in.

Saging for relative lack of relevance to AoC's original question.

Well, the lack of replies certainly says something.
Or everyone is too busy actually writing, or everyone quit and forgot about them.

It's a shame, really. So many promising concepts...

Still waiting on a team for Project Insomnia. Spam this thread with all the concept stuff, naao!

>>842129
I sit on the bed, staring at the wall in front of me.
"So, how are you doing today?" I ask her, not moving my head one inch. The wallpaper is starting to fall apart...
"What do you mean how I'm doing?" she answers me with a question. I feel her standing on the bed.
"You know... how is your head doing..." I mutter the last part. It really is hard to accept that she is really getting worse every day.
A long silence.
"Well..." She finally answers "I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-kiri rock."
I turn to look at her. She has a big grin in her face, and her hand is slowly crawling towards a pillow.
"I need scissors!" she says with a smile, grabbing a pillow by the edge.
"Sixty-augh!" I don't let her finish, and attack her before she does. As I wallop her with the other pillow, she tries her best to defend herself while laughing histerically.
"Ok, ok, enough, I give up" She says, droping her weapon, and lying down in the mattress. I fall besides her.
We just look to the ceiling for a while, with only the sound of our gasping breathing.
"I'm on a good day" She finally says. I turn my head towards her, she's not moving her eyes from the ceiling, avoiding my gaze. "But it feels like it won't be long enough, you know?" She turns to look at me with fearful eyes.

Coder/artist here. I'd like to try, but I'm hopeless at writing scenarios. Any advice? (inb4 an hero)

>>842141

Its looking good

>>842141
>colonel.jpg

Damn, this does look good.

>>842147
Join with someone who needs your skills, and get ready for a lot of work and frustration.

Not trying to shoot you down, just saying it like it is.

>>842141
Permission to continue, Original?

Hospital, middle of the night. Since it's the recovery rooms, everything is dark and silent, a few lights here and there, and a dormant nurse down at the nurses' station.
Main stumbles through the halls, worried about his fate. Would he make it to the day after tomorrow, after going under the knife? And that form they made him sign, the whole thing worries him so much. [Sketch, needs more]
Shuffling towards the candy machine, one of the few lights in that place. Next to it, a glimpse of something white, but can't tell from afar. Getting closer, he sees a girl, standing next to the machine, munching slowly on a candy bar. [Insert description of the girl, which can be changed. I'm partial to long black hair, with a thin frame]
"Ah, I thought I was the only one awake in here..." I manage to mumble as an introduction. She jumps at the sound of my voice, apparently she hadn't noticed me.
"Did I scare you?"
"It's ok. It's just that I'm not used to seeing people walking around at this time of the night" she answers. Her voice is soft, as if she wasn't used to speaking much.

With a thunk, my candy falls down. He grabs a bite after staring at it for a while, thinking if it could be the last thing he ate.
"What is it? Don't tell me, I'm good at this..." She waves her candy around, looking up the ceiling pensively.
"Cancer," she states coldly "it's got to be cancer" She directs me a hard look, still examining me.
Looking away from her prodding eyes, I think about what she just said. Do I look that bad to other people? I force out a smile and look back at her.
"It's not that serious actually, I'm just having my tonsils removed" [or something equally retarded. What an idiot, worrying so much over minor surgery] I say with forced cheer.
She still looks at me hard. "And here I was worried over you, only getting minor surgery." She scoffs away from me, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Looking down, I finally see the silliness of the whole thing. "I'm sorry" I say bashfully.
She turns back at me. "You shouldn't worry about it" She says looking away from me, holding down her candy bar, more wrapping than candy by now.
"T-thanks, that means a lot" I throw the rest of my chocolate in the trash bin, heading back to my room. "Maybe now I can get some sleep!" I say cheerfully with my back turned at her, waving my hand goodbye.
[No surgery prep or going back to sleep scene. It breaks from the flow, and you'll see why at the end]
---
My eyelids feel as if they were made out of concrete, which goes well with the cottony feeling of my mouth. My body is still numb, must be processing out the anesthesia.
!!!
Right! The surgery! I'm awake, that means I'm alive! I feel like laughing, but a stab of pain from my gut stops me cold, followed by sudden itching. So goddamn itchy.
The room's blinds are drawn, the sunlight coming through the open window. Still, it's all very confusing and blurry. A white blob is sitting next to me.
"Hey, you're finally awake" the blob says.
"Huh?"
Slowly, the blob becomes more focused. It looks like the girl from last night, with a large book in her lap. She puts it away, marking the page with one of her long, slender fingers. Her reading glasses drop to her chest, the chain tingling softly.
"You're ok now, silly. I watched over you" She says softly, standing up her chair. Getting nearer, she puts her hand over my temple.
"Thanks," I manage to smile back at her.

---
I wake up. Why was I dreaming that again? More importantly, why was I dreaming? Blinking, I reach out for the cup of now cold coffee.
"Hey, you're finally awake" she says, leaning against the doorway. She's wearing a dark bathrobe, which contrasts with her deep-red eyes. They have been getting redder the last few days...
"I'm supposed to watch over you now," I tell her, getting up the chair. "What are you doing walking around? The doctor said that should take it easy". I try to sound as worried as I am. I know it's pointless, she never listens.
"I was just thinking about this house, about my parents, and grandma." She walks towards me, the old wooden floor creaking under her feet. "And I thought we could watch the sunrise."
With a quick jolt, she opens the curtains. The sky is already lighting up in the morning reds.
"You know, not many people appreciate it. Sunrises I mean." She says, looking out the window. The morning light only makes the bags under her eyes more obvious.
"I know, you've told me already" I answer, passing my arm over her shoulder. I hold her tightly. [More description goddammit]
"Have I? I can't remember..." she whispers into my ear, an honest tone of worry in her voice.

I should update this draft, for old times sake...

>>842191
Go right ahead. Original concept anonymous would be happy.
You might want to team up with >>842147

Go for it, and do your best to deliver something great.

>Anonymous of Colombia !pkzejWGkfw

I was hoping you were banned.

>>842202
>>With a thunk, my candy falls down. He grabs a bite
You apparently swapped POV here, which confused me for a second until I realized subject was the main in both cases.
Also, no eating before surgery... usually.

>>I'm just having my tonsils removed" [or something equally retarded.
You definitely want something different, as that mutes the main for a while and makes the next scenes impossible. Old old staples are appendicitis, various hernias, or more obscure stuff.

>>842227
haha, no. As long as I don't post fanfiction though...
Six bans are more than enough.

Bump for raising attention to Project Insomnia. Maybe somebody will pick it up at last...

>>842265

I like how my fake chapters are still better than yours.

>>842265
If someone posted all the material related to Project Insomnia, I might give it a go, or at least keep it on hand so that one day it may come into fruition.

The game contains 921 screens of dialogue.
These screens contain a total of 13550 words.
For an average of 14.7 words per screen.
The game contains 10 menus.

Well...mine's going nowhere fast, but it's not terminal.

>>842114
>>everyone is too busy actually writing,

Writing is work. Anonymous is generally not good at work.

>>842261
All fine points that came up during the original threads. Yet, I never polished that short scene.

Hernia makes more sense, since there's a gut pain later. Blame me for reposting what was supposed to be a simple sketch months ago.

As for the chocolate thing, maybe add something to deal with it.

I slowly unwrap the chocolate bar. The sweet smell reaches my nostrils in seconds, invading me with a sense of satisfaction. I haven't even bite it yet, but I already feel better.
I go for the first bite, my mouth already watering.
"You can't do that"
"Huh?" My hand stops in mid-air, my mouth frozen in a gaping hole of [yuyuko] hunger.
"You can't eat before surgery," she points at the candy bar "Didn't they tell you?"
I drop my arm to a side. So close. Sighing, I try to cover the bar back again, saving it for later.
A hard stare, piercing me. Turning to look at her, I notice she can't see me.
She only has eyes for the uneaten chocolate.

>>842319
The problem with lint statistics is that people who know how to code will have drastically smaller word counts than people who don't, since the former will use all sorts of pointers/goto/if/then/else/etc, and the latter will copy and paste the same text into the script file six times to account for different paths/possibilities.

>>842319
which one is that? And at least it's still alive.

>>842266
I know, I still suck at pacing...
Actually, why not post them? It's been a while, and they were good.

>>842274
That's pretty much all there is, besides the fake chapters. The rest was random ideas, collected in a dozen threads. Look for insomnia in the /jp/archive.

Hey Columbia
You still have my email (i was the guy who sent in a draft, that seems to be what you posted here), and I'm still willing to write.

I'm looking forward to that one supposedly about a shrink solving a mystery or something like that.

The legless bitch says "I've been getting good at playing the internet." That's the only part I remember seeing.

..... Really.

>>842387
you lost me.
I only exchanged mails with Anonymous of Molkolm. Unless you're the one that hosted the tentative webpage for the project...

Also, your draft is not among these. Mind reposting it?

>>842422

>> a shrink solving a mystery
>> legless bitch
>> "playing the internet"

I'm not sure how this makes me feel, Anon.

>>842440

FFFFFFFFFFFFF KATAWA SHOUJO 2

>>842435
Im not on my main computer with my draft on it, but your email is anonymous.of.columbia@gmail.com right?

>>842342
Ah, my apologies. I naturally tend to edit and nitpick compulsively.

Let's see if i can actually do something vaguely substantial in exchange.

It feels like I am the only soul awake in the hospital.
The ward is dimly nightlighted and silent, and even the night shift nurse is dozing as I pass in front of her station.
I tossed and turned in bed long enough to be sick of it. Accepting the fact that I likely won't be able to sleep until I'm exhausted, I am worriedly wandering about the halls, padding silently in reverence to the quiet.
I can't get tomorrow's procedure out of my mind. It all feels alien and dangerous to me, even though the doctors were quite dismissive of my misgivings. If it's such a routine thing, what was that damn waiver they made me sign?
I'm getting more and more convinced that they did that so they can kill me off without too much fuss tomorrow. So much for modern healthcare.
I shuffle towards the vending machine, one of the few lights in this place. Next to it, I get a glimpse of a white shape, but can't really tell who it could be from afar. Might it be a patrolling doctor, making sure that I can't escape...?
Slowly getting closer, I see that it's a girl instead, wearing a nightgown, but one much dissimilar from mine. While I'm in stark-white and utilitarian hospital issue, hers is feminine and frilly. She is standing next to the machine, peering at the colorful photos illustrating the candy bars it offers.
Her long black hair swishes slowly to and fro as she gazes from left to right and back again, as though she can't make up her mind on what to pick. She does look like she needs to eat more. While I wouldn't call her scrawny, she could stand to put a few more pounds on that frame.
"Ah, I thought I was the only one awake in here..." I manage to mumble as an introduction.

"Anon, get off the computer and go shopping! This is the last time I'm telling you!"

Ugh. The old bag is at it again.

"Fine!" I yell at her. I have more important things to do than shop. Shopping is for women and manbitches. But she'll take my internet away again if I piss her off. I put on some jeans and a t-shirt that doesn't look too shitty. I haven't showered in a few days, I hope no one will notice. Walking into the kitchen, I see my mother helping my little sister with some project.

"Don't forget to pick up macaroni! I need it for my pwoject!" the little demon whines.

Yeah, I'd hate to see you fail, you little shit. I hope that ugly teacher molests you.

I swipe the store note off the table and jam it into my pocket. Damn, I must've left some chocolate in there, it's all sticky and something's all over my fingers now. Feeling brave, I lick them. Yep, chocolate.

Putting on my sneakers, I step into the midday sun. The bright glare makes me squint and the heat is just damning. Seriously, it's like walking into an oven. I mount my bike and begin to ride to the store. Now that I'm at speed, the wind provides a nice breeze. Good thing, since if I sweat too much they'll be able to smell me in the next town over.

Passing a bakery, I recognize some kids in a car. Oh, fuck.

I hate them so much. They think they're so cool because they have names and faces. They're just jealous of my green skin and my NO PICTURE AVAILABLE words that float around my head. They wish they could have words around their heads. Damn straight.

I'm so deep into my mental stroking that I didn't even notice I had pedaled into the street.
My heart skips a beat as I see a truck bearing down on me.
I hesitate. Maybe he'll swerve or brake at the last second, like in the movies.
Nope.
It feels like getting hit by that linebacker that used to beat me up.
My bike flies off to god knows where while I get a face full of truck hood.
My head feels like it exploded into a million fragments.
Oh god, I can see blood on the hood now. It glimmers in the sun like scattered jewels.
I feel sick. I can't move. I'm sleepy.
I hear a car door slam.
"Hey kid, are you alright? Oh shit, who the hell are you? No, seriously, you're all green and shit!"
I'm anonymous, god damn it. I don't even have the energy to espouse the awesomeness of being an anon before I pass out.

"How are you feeling, pumpkin?" she asks me. Sickening.

"Peachy," I rasp.

"You had quite a knock on your noggin! We're worried about your thinker, so we're keeping you here for a few days, mmkay? Oh, your family is here! I'll go get them, sweetie!"

Oh my god. This bitch is annoying. I have to put up with this for a few days? I have visual novels waiting for me at home! Oh Sakura, will Shirou ever fuck you?

The smell of candy alerts me to my sister's presence. Sure enough, she walks into my hospital room with my mom.

"Hey faggot," my sister says. My mother just sighs.

"Your sister failed her school project because you couldn't get her macaroni in time. I hope you're happy with yourself," my mother says.

GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING SHIT BAG RAGE ASDLFJLSFJLSJFSL SHIT MY HEAD HURTS OW

>>842500
colombianon@gmail.com

>>842021
holy crap KS dev is more egocentric than me
and with dA accounts holycrap lololol

The nurse comes and brings me some food. Oh joy, hospital grub. I wonder if the jello is made with real blood. She gives me some pills to take. These better be strong. I swallow them and fall asleep.

I feel something warm on my lips. Gah, what the hell. This place have rats or something? I open my eyes and can barely make out someone's face in the darkness. Whoever it is, they're leaning over me, close enough to kiss me. Ick, I bet it's that creepy doctor.

A voice.

"You must be new here," it says. Female, sounds young. I can feel her breath on my cheek. The door to my room bursts open, flooding the place with light. Before I'm blinded, I can make out some details of the face. Thin and cute, with dark hair. I squint in pain as someone grabs the girl and ushers her into the hallway.

"Hitomi, how did you get out of your room again? Stop causing trouble for the other patients!" says the nurse sternly, before I hear a door slam. The nurse sillohette appears in my doorway.

"I'm so sorry. She gets out of her room sometimes. I'll make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Good night," she says, before closing the door.

Awesome. I have a head injury and I have to content with creeps. It's like summer camp all over again.

Although, I wonder how long that girl has been here and what her deal is. Eh, it doesn't matter anyway, I'll be out of this place in a few days. I fall back to sleep, wanting to fap but not wanting to be caught with my hand in my pants in a hospital. Now that'd be weird.

>>842527

>>"Hey anon, why don't you get a name, you asshole!" one of them yells as they drive by.

>>"I hope you get cancer, shitbag!" I yell back.

Well-played.

Also, loli-rape is obligatory.

"I'd thought I'd stop by before going to the office. How are they treating you?"

>MENTION THE WEIRD GIRL

>SAY THE FOOD SUCKS

>GENUFLECT

LOL CAN I BE WRITAN GUY LOL

X|MENTION THE WEIRD GIRL

"Some weird girl wandered into my room last night and woke my ass up. What a pain. Can't they keep the crazies in straightjackets?"

My mother sighs. "You're in a hospital, you know? These things happen. You can't choose your fellow patients. I remember when I was giving birth to you and the doctor was between my legs and OH MY GOD I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT MY MOTHER'S VAGINA KJFLDSJFLDSKJ NUMA NUMA YAY NUMA NUMA YAY NUMA NUMA NUMA YAY oh good she's stopped talking. Now she's staring at me with a concerned look on her face.

>>842500
wrong.

She kisses me again before leaving. She's close enough that I can smell her perfume. It's... not bad. I don't think I've ever noticed this side of my mother before. Usually the side I see is the fall-asleep-on-the-couch-drunk-while-wearing-a-robe-that-doesn't-quite-close side.

I hear her high heels clicking down the hallway. I briefly get a moment alone and contemplate fapping before the old nurse shows up again with a tray full of more hospital chef goodness. Breakfast food. Fantastic. I bet they get their eggs from the pigeons on the roof.

"Good morning sweetie! I hope you slept well. Sorry again about last night," she says with a huge smile on her face. Shit, I wonder what drugs this bitch is on to be so happy all the damn time.

>ASK ABOUT THE GIRL

>DEMAND MORE DRUGS

>RAPE THE NURSES

X|ASK ABOUT THE GIRL

"What was the deal with that girl?" you ask, as the nurse sets the tray of food in front of you. Bleh, it looks like sewage. Oh well, it's still better than your mom's cooking. She's the only person you know who can't even bake a pie properly. For fuck's sake, you don't even have to make the crust anymore, you just dump the shit in a tin and bake it. The last time she tried, it tasted like a Japanese pizza. You still get nightmares about it.

>>842217
fuck you i want a RONERY ROUTE NOW.

>>842565
I'd play it.

Christ, I don't even have a tv in my room. What do they expect me to do to pass time, masturbate? Hey, that's a good idea.

I scarcely have my hand in my pants before the door opens again. MOTHERFUCKING PISSCHRIST LEAVE ME ALONE I'M HORNY

The old nurse causes an instant boner-kill.

"Hey sweetie, it's time for your PET scan," she says, while helping me to my feet. She puts her arm around me as we walk down the hallway. Her chest is squashed up against my face.

"I-I'm fine, really," I complain to her boobs.

"Nonsense! We wouldn't want you to have another spill, would we?"

Her hand is resting on my butt now.

We arrive at the imaging room. The nurse squeezes my ass before leaving. I lay down on the bed as a technician explains some crap about the machine that I don't care about. Can we just get this over with?

>>842567
what is it then

>>842592
Oh, I see. Nevermind.
I sent you an email.

>>842222
Very well, continuing from >>842141

"I'm on a good day" She finally says. I turn my head towards her, she's not moving her eyes from the ceiling, avoiding my gaze. "But it feels like it won't be long enough, you know?" She turns to look at me with fearful eyes.
I stand up. "We'd better get going."
"Where are we going?"

So for Project Insomnia, the current idea is to have the protagonist meet insomnia-tan in the hospital having minor surgery? And at this point she is, for all intents and purposes, relatively normal?

[Funeral. Indoors. The sound of the air conditioners is overwhelming, so that even a voice at regular strength is reduced to a whisper. Amongst a herd of suits and black dresses sit Main and Female Lead on a pew in the second row. Female Lead is on Main's left and in a formal dress, he in a typical black suit.]
She tugs on my suit coat and cups her hands around her mouth.
Even though I lean in towards her, I can't hear her over the industrial-strength air conditioners. "What? I can't hear you."
She tries again, but louder. "Who's now that box up there for?"
I whisper into her ear: "Your older sister."
She looks back at me. "I has a sister?"
"You had one. She died about eight days ago."
"How?"
"Well, we don't really know, other than it wasn't lupus. The symptoms are kinda hard to differentiate. Like, for example, they say they found a bunch of spiders inside her lungs. It's really pretty biz--"
I stop when I hear a firm tap to my right. I turn around and see Female Lead's Mother. Still dry faced, she stares at me with stern annoyance. "Can't you at least leave the explanations until after the service? It hasn't even begun, for God's sake."
"Sorry." I turn back and stare at my knees. The air conditioners continue to groan. When's the service gonna actually start?
Female Lead leans in close to me. "Who is that woman?"

>>842591
Hey, cancerman, do you have any more?

[Driving back from the funeral. Traffic as far as Main can see. Female Lead sits in the seat next to him, reading Of Mice and Men. She's still in her formal dress, while Main has removed his coat jacket and has it sitting in his lap.]
[Main narates to himself on lines beginning with "i-" and ending with "-i"]
i-Eight days ago Female Lead's sister was found dead due to unusual causes in her home. The police found no evidence that a struggle had taken place, and at a glance she did not even appear dead. If not for an overly friendly neighbor, her body likely would have gone undiscovered. Around the same time, Female Lead began suffering from an unidentifiable mental disorder.-i
I look over at her. "Doesn't look like we'll be getting back any time soon."
She looks up at me. "Say, Main? What makes a car go?"
i-The strangest part is, the symptoms of her condition change randomly -- one moment she appears to have memory loss, the next her emotions are uncontrollable, and perhaps afterwards her motor functions are impaired.-i
"I...I'm not really sure. I know it's got something to do with burning gasoline, which happens in the engine, and that cars release carbon dioxide as a product of that burning, though."
i-When her memory is gone, I am the only 100% concept she can remember with certainity.-i
I can't seem to remember anything more about how a car works...What should I do?

>Path A) Try to change the subject
>Path B) Lie about the inner workings of a car.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Path A)
"But, I mean, I prefer walking. It's better for the environment, and it's good exercise."
She turns her head slightly. "Ex...er...cise?"
Since we're no longer moving, I take my hands off the wheel to clap them together convincingly. "Yeah, exercise! It's where you do some boring, repetitive task enough times to actually sweat while you're doing it, like walking."
[Continue Below]

+-+-+-+-+-+
Path B)
"Wait, now I remember. See, when you pour gasoline in, the car has a special drill that detects it. When it does, this drill starts to spin really, really fast -- fast enough to light the gas on fire, which is where the smoke comes from. As the drill spins, the wheels of the car spin with it!"
She looks out her window. I hear her say with a slightly melancholy tone, "It's okay, Main, you don't have to lie to me."
Crap. "I-I'm not! Really, there's a drill in here!
[Continue Below]

-=-=--=-=-=-=-

>>842881
Shit book is shit.

George lied, Lenny died.

>>842870

No, sorry. It actually ends in the middle of a sentence, which I couldn't care enough to finish.

She closes her book and looks down at her lap. She traces the image on the cover for a second, and then suddenly throws it behind her, landing it in the backseat.
"Hey, what's the matter? What was that for?" I ask.
She looks down at her lap. "Nothing..."
"You threw a perfectly good book for no reason?"
"Main, am I George?"
"Huh?" The traffic finally starts to move again.
"Am I just a nuisance to you like George is? Just a retard that's of no use to you?" She clutches her formal dress tightly.
"What? Nah, nothing like that."
"You're lying! I know you're lying!"
I can hear the fabric of her dress slowly starting to pull apart.
"I'm not, and if you think I am then you're stupider than I thought, Female Lead."
I make a turn off onto an exit, only to end up in more traffic. Not moving anymore, I reach out and pat her lap. "Afterall, it's because of you that I finally got out of my house for once."
She leans down and bites my hand.
"OW! Le' go!"
She just bites harder. I'm starting to draw blood.

>>842917
Replace "George" with "Lenny." Cannot believe that mistake...

>>842591
>breasts against face
Anon must be very tiny.

>>842903
lol, the sopranos

>>842147
Ah, a coder/artist! Don't know if you'd be interested, but a friend and I are currently writing/coding a visual novel. We would greatly appreciate any help you could offer (mostly art, but I'm sure we could use help coding). Send an email if interested. Assuming you stumble back into this thread, anyways

>>842917
I like how she is slowly going batshit insane, but remember that this is a specific disease, Fatal Filial Insomnia.

Study on the symptoms and stuff. I don't see a problem for going this path. Also, you could try touching the idea of main guy going insane as well, due to sleep deprivation trying to give keep her company

OH SHI-
>>>/a/12577492

>>843506

maliciously full of hidden power, haha

>>843506
We have hidden power, oh wow.