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What is OP's fig? I want to get one.

sage for lame joke

>>857700
done

I thought it was funny.

So, if anyone is interested, either email me or just post here, and we'll go from there.

>>857665
The other endings are worse imo.

My ideas for the different ends:

GOOD END- (name of the fatal insomnia girl) condition gets worse until she can hardly remember from day to day who you are and where she is, she asks of you one thing--kill her. She doesn’t want to die from not being able to sleep; she wants the person most dear to her to end her existence, before nature can. After you give her the poison or whatever, you say after she dies “ill meet you soon” and poison yourself and die together, embracing each other. You are both buried together, even though you never came from the same family or any of that.
TRUE END- Nearing the final stages of the illness she wants you to treat her like a girlfriend, because she realizes she will die with out ever experiencing love. BAAAWWWWing time. A lot of romance with tear jerking scenes, like you take her to a romance movie where there's a dream scene. On set of dementia where she finds something you gave to her as a child but not remember its significance and so crying while holding it. Etc ending has her dying and saying before she does that she will dream about you always.
BAD END- Same thing as above except she dies from the fatal insomnia and you mourn over her loss and decide to move on in life, trying to repress all the memories you had of her. Eventually you get married, but you are never as happy with anyone else as you were with her, and get a divorce, mourning her passing for the rest of your life, wishing you would have done something before she died. You live the rest of your existence continuing to work and living out

Now my thoughts to how it will progress from here, is he goes and visits the doctor and takes a look at her medical files and finds out her condition is steadily getting worse and only has a year to live. But before that, he hunts down her family’s records and history. He finds out she had no real living relatives after 9/11, when her father was killed in the twin towers, and her mother was flying in from out of town after a business meeting with her brother and was on one of the planes that crashed into the towers. She had a small family and only a few living relatives, her aunt and uncle on her dads side died, her aunt from an overdose of pain medication, whether it was an intentional suicide or not was not known. Her uncle died from cardio-respiratory failure at the age of 48, from a combination of smoking and deplorable eating habits.
Not really knowing what to do about all this, they sent her to live at the orphanage for a while, after she dropped out of her boarding school, because she was not able to focus due to the fatal insomnia. The hospital took her in as a permanent guest, and she never got a chance to finish school.
After finding all this out, out protagonist,(name), decides to make her last year alive the best one possible. Takes her out to every where she wants to go, date scenario blah blah blah, relation ship gets to “more than just friends”, continues, they get closer. During the final days of her life, it gets to the different ends.

tl;dr- her parents and dead and you want to help her, eventually falling in love.

"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 in my arms as I embrace her small frame, sharing the warmth of her body.
"Have I? I can't remember..." she whispers into my ear, an honest tone of worry in her voice.
“Well everyone forgets some time, but yes you told me this before, on a day similar to this one.”
Come to think of it I've had a déjà vu feeling this whole while.
END OF PROLOUGE (so far)

"Hey, you're finally awake" the shape says.
"Huh?"
Slowly, the unidentified shape becomes more focused. It looks like the girl from
last night, with a large book in her lap, at least 1000 pages. 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. Was I dreaming that again? A better question would be why am I dreaming again, and that particular dream too. Blinking, I reach out for the cup of now cold coffee. I've always needed coffee to wake up in the morning, since last I can remember.
"Hey, you're finally awake" she says, leaning against the doorway.
She's wearing a navy 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 you should take it easy". I try to sound as worried as I am. I know it's pointless to say this, as she never listens, but it is always nice to show that you care about someone, whether they want you to or not.

>>857634
Doesnt matter, i just made up something. If it bothers you that much ill just change it to Anonymous of America.

"It's not that serious actually, I'm just getting my appendix removed. Something wrong with it, I really would have preferred to keep it though." 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 didn’t have more serious of a disease" I say sarcastically.
She turns back at me, and gives me kind of a pissed off look. "You shouldn't worry about it" She says looking away from me, removing the wrapper from the rest of her candy bar.
"T-thanks, that means a lot, to me at least" I eat my candy bar with speed as I head to bed. "Maybe now I can get some sleep after calming my nerves"
I say cheerfully with my back turned at her, waving my hand goodbye.
---
My eyelids feel as if they were welded shut, as I couldn’t open them, which goes well
with the feeling of my body seeming absent. I am still quite numb, I must be
processing out the anesthesia.
!!!
Right! The surgery! I'm awake, that means I'm alive, or more importantly not dead! I feel like
laughing, but a stab of pain from my gut stops me cold, followed by
sudden itching. So damn itchy all the time.

"Ah, I thought I was the only one who stayed up this late." I manage to say. I've always been pretty shy around other people. She jumps at the sound of my voice, apparently she didn’t notice my presence.
"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 hadn’t spoken in a long time.
I put off eating my candy bar to talk to this girl. My mom always told me to never talk with my mouth full anyway.
"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 really look like I have some type of cancer? I give a worried smile and look back at her.

PROLOGUE
In the Hospital, middle of the night. Since I'm in the recovery rooms, everything is dark and silent, a few lights here and there, and there’s a nurse who has fallen asleep on her medical charts down at the nurses' station.
Cyrus stumbles through the halls, worried about his fate. Would he make it to see the light of the days ahead of him, after going under the knife? And that release form they made him sign, saying that the hospital is not responsible for his death? The whole surgery deal is really bothering him, as he is 13 and he is getting surgery. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to do anything surgery related until he was at least 50.
Drudging towards the candy machine, one of the few sources of light in the hospital, he inserts a dollar and buys a candy bar, some generic brand but its better than nothing, since he hasn’t had a chance to eat all day. Next to the machine, he catches a glimpse of something white, but can't tell quite what it is, because it’s pretty dark, even with the luminescent glow from the vending machine. Getting closer, he sees a girl, sitting next to the machine, eating some kind of candy bar with hesitation. Cyrus couldn’t make out all the details of her structure, but she was not as frail looking as one might expect to see in a hospital. She wasn’t very tall, and was a bit on the thin side, but not too thin, so she mustn’t been anorexic. She had shiny long ginger hair, and wasn’t as pale as red heads usually are. I decided I should talk to her, since there is really nothing else worth my time.

>>857617
Story, if i can remember right: Essentially is about a girl who is suffering from fatal familial insomnia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatal_familial_insomnia)and you are making her last days alive as pleasurable as they can be. This was going to be an H game as well. Ill start posting what i have of the story.

As deemed by Anonymous of Columbia (via email), I now lead the revival for project insomnia. I can't code, or draw as well as others, so I will need someone who can code, an artist and another writer, since I wont be able to write all the time. I'll post what I have of the story I have written so far later on if you are interested. Maybe I'll just upload it to MU or RS. Email me if you are interested.

>>857449
http://www.lolipower.org/
1 doramas
2 crtl-f
3 tiger and dragon
4 ???
5 PROFIT

I suck worse at MS paint drawing.

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

>>842567
what is it then

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

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.

>>841202
I try to connect and it times out or something, i cant read moonrunes, so i dont really know waht the problem is.