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Story about how (probably) Yuri killed Linda Watson during college. She wasn't discrete.

Yuri assumes a fake name of "Maria" (likely the main character of Portrait of Markov)

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If you found this note in a small wooden box with a heart on it, then *congratulations!* You are probably the first person to read this. I didnât really plan on sharing this with anybody, but for some reason I think itâs exciting that somebody out there, a complete stranger, will come across this note and read my story. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me. Iâm fascinated that either one of us could die - even as soon as tomorrow - with the other being completely clueless to the fact. To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. Writing this, Iâm wondering if that makes you feel fascinated or violated. Itâs so exciting.

Iâm sorry if my story is a bit disorganized, but Iâd like to get it down while itâs still fresh on my mind. First, Iâll tell you a little bit about myself. Iâm a first-year college girl and have led, by most standards, a pretty unspectacular life up to this point. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers. I did track in middle school and some of high school, and Iâve had two boyfriends. Now, Iâm studying for a career in occupational therapy, because I feel the field is undervalued and provides tremendous help to people.

Iâm giving you this background because thereâs this strange misconception that if you want to kill someone then youâre either sick in the head or you have anger management issues. But, itâs very apparent that I donât fall into either of those categories. Itâs true that most murder cases are in a domestic setting where someone loses control of their anger or something. But the thing is that those people kill under provocation, whether by a singular outburst or by a slow-burning series of misfortunes. Those people kill because in that brief moment, they want a specific someone, for a specific reason, to be hurt or killed.

What Iâm talking about is wanting to kill someone for no specific reason, maybe just to see what itâs like. Do you ever get that? I wouldnât know how others feel, because itâs not something I ever talked about. But Iâve been curious about what itâs like to kill someone ever since I was a child. Not killing anyone in particular, just a random person. Itâs always just fascinated me that if I put my mind to it, I can approach anyone, and in five minutes they would be completely gone from this Earth.

But Iâve never done so for a couple of reasons. First of all, for most of my life it was logistically impossible for me to do it without getting caught. I only got my driverâs license a couple years ago, and even then, the preparations would take too much time, definitely stirring suspicion. It was only once I started college that I realized this was no longer an obstacle.

Another reason is that I was afraid of causing harm to too many people. You might laugh reading that, at how hypocritical it sounds. But, let me explain: Why should I feel bad about killing someone if theyâre too dead to care? Who would I be feeling bad for? Contrarily, itâs the grief of the living that Iâd rather not be responsible for. Because of this, I knew it would take a good deal of research before finding a suitable person to kill, and Iâve never had the means to do so - again, until I started college.

And now, having just experienced it, Iâd say it was pretty satisfying in the end. Something I would try again? Probably not, since my curiosity has already been satisfied. It really wouldnât be the same a second time.

But anyway, if by any chance youâre also curious to kill someone, then youâre welcome to take notes. :)

***

I started a hobby of people-watching soon after I entered college. People-watching is interesting to me because itâs taking one of the infinite extras in your life and turning them into a main character - without them knowing, of course. Itâs so easy to forget that every single one of the hundreds of strangers you pass every day has a life story as deep and complex as your own. One thing I noticed about people-watching, and wanting to kill someone, is that you are in more constant awareness of this. When I find a person to observe, their story slowly becomes more clear to me over time, gaps being filled - it really is amazing.

I usually went to grocery stores on weekends and looked around in peopleâs shopping carts. If I saw something that interested me, I decided to observe the person for a little bit. Of course, since my goal was to find someone to kill, I ruled out anyone who had children or a partner with them. Wedding rings were another tell-tale sign.

So maybe once a weekend, I would find someone who fit my criteria, at which point I would follow them home and note their address. From there, it became incredibly easy to investigate a little bit more; most people have normal work hours, meaning I could spend afternoons going through their mail or looking around in their house. I repeated this with several people (and had one close call), but for varying reasons I didnât really feel satisfied enough with them to kill any of them.

I started getting a bit impatient and thought that I might just settle for killing the man named Devon, even though I didnât really want to kill someone wealthy. But then, I came across someone new - someone who just, felt perfect. The feeling only strengthened as I investigated her further, and I knew that she would be the one for me to kill.

A young-looking woman I met at the grocery store, as per usual. She was doing some light shopping with a basket. Her hair was wavy and dark brown, sitting inelegantly on her slumped shoulders and surrounding her tired-looking face. Her bare fingers told me she might be single, but beyond that, my gut was almost certain of it. This woman just seemed soâ¦plain, really. I guess I felt a greater acuity for the personal lives of strangers ever since I started my people-watching. But the way she carried herself, I just got the feeling that if she suddenly died, nobody would be around to miss her. Of course, I still wanted to investigate her a bit.

I followed my usual routine of checking out her place during her work hours. I learned immediately from her mail that her name is Linda Watson. Linda lived in a quiet apartment complex, her mailbox easily accessible right outside her door. Instead of quickly shuffling through it, I decided I could take her mail back to my dorm and return it before she was finished with work (she only lived about 15 minutes from me). I did some research and learned how to open and reseal the envelopes without damaging them, which took some technique along with a hair dryer, rubbing alcohol, and Q-tips.

This made it easy for me to learn a little more about her. Linda was a 33-year-old woman who worked for a small accounting firm - Iâd rather not name the place outright. Her birthday was December 11th which, coincidentally, was approaching in a couple weeks. I also managed to find a bank statement that gave me a nice look into how sheâs been spending her past month. It was at this point I realized that my assessment of Linda Watson as an extremely plain woman was pretty spot-on, because there was absolutely nothing interesting on the list. A trip to Old Navy, a bunch of Starbucks, something about $40 from Amazon - no restaurants, no movies, nothing that would really imply she was spending any time socializing. That aside, I also found a cooking magazine, so I guess she was into cooking.

Apartments are harder to break into than suburban homes, because there are fewer doors and windows. Every time I got Lindaâs mail, I would check the front door and the windows in the back, but they were always locked. This was a bit frustrating because I was really interested in getting into her house. So, I came up with a sort of plan that I thought would be fun, even if it didnât work.

Last Saturday, I visited Linda Watsonâs apartment complex as I would on weekdays. The difference is that this time, I wanted her to be home. I thought it would be interesting to have a conversation with her. If I got lucky, I could take advantage of the situation to discreetly unlock a window from the inside. So, I walked up to her door wearing nothing warmer than a light sweatshirt, and knocked. The adrenaline rush was crazy. I was afraid I might screw something up.

The door opened, and in front of me stood Linda Watson, exactly as I remembered her from the grocery store. It was at that moment, making eye contact for the first time, that I realized I was running the risk of beginning to care about this person. As selfish as it is, I couldnât kill a person I cared about, even if itâs a 33-year-old woman standing in a doorway with a slightly perplexed look on her face, giving me a reserved âHello.â

Arms crossed from the cold, I shyly returned Lindaâs greeting. I explained that I was walking my dog near the woodsy area behind the back of her apartment, and that he had gotten away. I had been looking for my dog for an hour and was wondering if Linda may have seen him roaming about. Of course, Linda sympathetically apologized for the situation and that she couldnât be of use to me, but that she would keep an eye out. I wore a defeated expression in response, apologizing in return for troubling her.

It somehow went exactly as I had hoped - Linda invited me inside to warm up a bit with some coffee. I outwardly hesitated before accepting her offer, although on the inside I wanted to jump through the door and hug her for cooperating so well. And thatâs how Linda Watson ended up with a 19-year-old girl next to her on the couch - who knows if it was just a nice gesture or if she really has no better way to spend her Saturdays than talking to some kid she just met (who happens to be interested in killing her).

Linda soon learned that my name is Maria (itâs not) and that I attend the nearby community college (I donât). I was a little bit nervous that she would ask me too many questions because I didnât have many answers prepared. I was able to steer the conversation toward her, and she was pretty happy to talk. I asked what she does, and she told me that she works for the accounting firm I already knew about, communicating with outside clients and keeping records. I told her I was pretty nervous about growing up. She told me to enjoy college and to make lots of friends because thereâs less opportunity once you start working.

When I asked if she was married or anything, she laughed. Of course I knew she wasnât married, but I wanted to hear more about her love life. She said that she doesnât currently have a boyfriend (I guess sheâs at least had boyfriends, but who knows how long ago). When I asked her about kids, she said she doesnât want them until she gets a better job. On top of that, she told me that her family has a history of some genetic diseases such as arthritis and depression, which she is afraid to give to her kids.

Itâs funny that she mentioned that because when I asked to use her bathroom, I noticed a tube of prescription pills on the sink. It was labelled duloxetine, which I looked up later and discovered that it is in fact an antidepressant. I had a joking thought that maybe by killing her Iâd be doing her a favor, but quickly decided I was a terrible person for coming up with that.

The rest of the visit was pretty dull. We talked about food and some other mundane stuff before I eventually made an excuse to leave. I didnât get the chance to unlock a window or anything like that, but I didnât really feel the need to go through her apartment anymore. As early as the drive back to my dorm, I was already thinking about how I would best like to kill Linda Watson.

The choice was between effectiveness and fun. I decided to go with fun, because it would be way more satisfying to kind of dissect her as I killed her, rather than just getting it done and calling it a day. Fast-forward one week to December 13th - today, actually. Linda Watson turned 34 two days ago. I made a fun little wager with myself where if Linda was spending her birthday weekend alone, I would pay her a visit and kill her. If she was out or had company, I would stop by next week or something instead.

So this morning, I drove over to Loweâs and bought an axe. Again, I expect youâre laughing, but thatâs also kind of the point. An axe is so kind of cliche and a âmoviesâ thing that I actually thought it would be the most fun. Swinging it at someone and everything, itâs a really entertaining image. They actually had a bunch of different axes, so I picked one that had a good weight but was still light enough for me to swing quickly.

The drive after getting the axe was when the adrenaline really picked up. All that kept going through my mind on the way over was âWow, Iâm really doing this.â Not in a bad way, just like a surprised this is real life sort of thing. I also got this strange rush of recollections of the time I spent with Linda. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes, except it was just the rather mundane hour I spent with Linda - like snippets of our conversations, the sound of her laugh, her facial expressions and stuff.

I also wondered to myself what the crazy serial killers would be feeling at a time like this - schizophrenic delusions? Sexual buildup? I have no idea, but what I felt was kind of like ridiculously alert and numb in the senses at the same time, however thatâs possible.

Before getting out of the car, I had the sense to stuff the axe into my backpack to look a little less ridiculous walking across the parking lot. The handle was sticking out, but that didnât really matter. At that point my heart was pounding so hard I could feel my throat throbbing. I tried controlling my breath, but itâs really hard to not breathe fast when your heart is pounding like that.

I reached Linda Watsonâs door and quietly put my ear to it after setting down my backpack. I heard a voice that wasnât hers - company? No, it was just the TV, mixed with her occasional tapping footsteps behind the door. I actually kept my ear there for a really freaking long time, because I wanted to make absolutely sure nobody was over. Probably 10 minutes of that and a lot of reassuring myself convinced me.

I quietly opened my backpack zipper and held the axe in my hands. My fiercely shaking hands. What the hell was this kind of reaction that my body was making? I told my body to shut up, that itâs no big deal, but of course it wouldnât listen. It was actually bizarre how much my hands were shaking. It must be the adrenaline buildup. I rolled my eyes at myself and got my hand to rest on the doorknob. If itâs locked, Iâll knock, itâll be basically the same. I took a deep breath and forced my muscles into action.

I swiftly turned the doorknob. Not locked. In one movement, I opened up the door and slipped inside. Linda Watson, just a few steps away into the kitchen. I see - she was in the middle of cooking. She immediately jumped and turned around, startled. I expected that. Quickly, I let go of the doorknob and adjusted the axe into both hands. In the following split second, I realized that she would probably start to make a lot of noise. Looking back, Iâm an idiot for not considering that. Just as Lindaâs mouth opened to speak - maybe even started speaking - I forcefully swung my axe into the side of her head.

But, my axe was facing backwards. I hit her with the blunt end of the blade. I actually did this on purpose, because in that split second I somehow decided that it would be the way to keep her noise to a minimum. It actually worked. I felt barely any resistance in the swing as I collided with her head, knocking it clean aside. Lindaâs half-formed syllable came out as a kind of weird grunt - a noisy exhalation is probably the best I could describe it. That happened at the same time as her head smacked into the cabinet from the force, and she fell backwards without any ability to keep her balance. I didnât hesitate at all to keep swinging at her while she was half lying down on the ground, this time my axe facing the right way. I didnât really know where to swing, so I kind of just started hacking at her collarbone area and chest. It didnât feel like the axe was going too deep, but there was a nice âthunkâ sort of sound every time the axe embedded into her. I even felt the soft sinking sensation ripple into my hands, like the axe was a kind of physical extension of my sense of touch.

On a whim, I swung once at her throat, but most of the swing actually missed and I hit the floor by accident, causing a loud, dull whack to resonate through the apartment. I didnât have time to think about it. I swung again with better aim and got a more centered hit, feeling the bone or cartilage or whatever is in there, so I must have split it open. Right after that, I decided to swing at her face, and I got this diagonal cut along her nose and mouth, which felt pretty good so I did it once more.

I finally briefly stopped to survey the damage. Linda was bleeding ridiculously. The blood was kind of coming out in waves, in sync with her beating heart, probably. It was pooling all around her and riding along the cracks between the tiles. Her light blue shirt was all torn up and stained dark, kind of mixed with a fleshy mess around her chest. It was all just glistening red. Her face wasnât much better, covered in dripping red at this point, and her lip was kind of hanging off, revealing red-stained teeth in a really weird way, like a zombie or something.

Linda wasnât dead, though. Her limbs were kind of weakly, aimlessly trying to move while she was stuck on her back. More than anything, she reminded me of a bug that you crush but it still pitifully moves its legs around before it dies completely. Thatâs basically what she was doing. But I didnât know how long it would take for her to die, or what kind of condition she was in. I ended up grabbing a big knife that was on the counter that she was using to cut up meat. Trying to step around the blood, I reached down and carved into the upper half of her neck, trying to sort of saw it from the left side to the right. It was a little awkward because the area was so soft and squished around the knife as I was cutting. But the sensation was completely different from the axe. It actually felt like I was cutting a tough piece of raw meat (which I guess technically, I was).

The blood started pouring out, and I hoped that I severed the most major arteries in there. It must have worked, because after a moment Lindaâs limb movements kind of just had the strength drained from them, soon resting still on the floor. I took a few seconds to catch my breath. No time to stick around and think about the experience. I shook the knife blade through a dirty pan in the sink to clean off the blood, then threw the knife into my backpack. I did the same with the axe. I also took her laptop that was sitting on the counter. It had some recipe open for veal and mushrooms. I didnât really take the laptop to use it, since I have a perfectly good one myself that I got for college. I just wanted to look through it for fun.

I finally went outside and closed the door behind me. I got some blood on my sweater and jeans. But funnily enough, I actually anticipated that so I wore dark colors.

The drive back to my dorm was just a constant replaying of the experience in my head. I guess thatâs still kind of happening even now, actually. But it felt pretty nice. Linda Watson is dead. I kind of let the weight of that sink in. The sensation of having completely removed a human life from existence. Itâs crazy. I donât know how else to describe it.

Anyway, I threw the axe and knife into a dumpster on campus, which I think is picked up every Monday, so theyâll be gone by then. My roommate goes home on the weekends, so I have the dorm to myself today. It gave me the chance to go through Lindaâs website history. I was right in thinking thatâs where her deepest secrets would lie.

There was actually a lot of dirty stuff, like the names of websites for porn videos and stories and things like that. Same with her searches. A lot of the websites were boring, like cooking websites and recipes, and game websites like Bejeweled and stuff. I eventually got to the âone week agoâ section of her history, and it gave me a chill.

There were a whole bunch of searches like âmethods of suicideâ, âhow to tie a nooseâ, âdangerous household chemicalsâ, âcarbon monoxide poisoningâ - like a lot of them. She was probably ready to write a book on suicide after all the research she did. So I guess Linda was contemplating suicide. I wonder if it was influenced by her depression.

The irony is actually striking. Maybe Linda was going to die anyway. Or maybe she couldnât find the courage to do it. If that were the case, I almost literally gave her a birthday present by killing her. Thatâs actually really comical in a messed-up way, and it leaves a weird taste in my mouth. The part I donât get is that I didnât see any of those searches up until the âone week agoâ section, nothing more recent than that.

I ended up throwing the laptop in the dumpster with the other stuff. Itâs been a few hours since then, so Iâve had some time to calmly think about everything. Like I said, it was pretty satisfying and Iâm glad I finally got around to it. I feel like I can finally cross it off my bucket list, or like Iâm tying loose ends with myself. This is probably the first and last time Iâll write the name Linda Watson - itâs back to living a normal college life, except I might do some people-watching every now and then because itâs definitely fun and interesting.

But Iâll always wonder how many people there are like me. Iâm sure there has to be a lot, because there is just nothing strange about it to me, being curious about killing someone. Sadly, itâs something that people canât exactly just talk about, so I guess Iâll never know. Iâm sure that anyone would just lie about it even if you asked them. But you canât help but wonder if that person in the grocery store, who stares at you as you pass by, might be considering what it would be like to kill you. If I could, I would tell them all about it, so they could decide for themselves.  But who knows, maybe I got lucky, and that person is you. I actually really, really hope so.

~â¥

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Decoded Monika.chr message (likely from Monika)

Speaking to us? Someone else?

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Can you hear me?

 

...Who are you?

 

I can't...I can't see you.

 

But I know you're there. Yeah...you can definitely hear me.

 

You've been watching for a while now, right?

 

I guess I should...introduce myself, or something. Um...my name is...actually, that's stupid. You obviously already know my name. Sorry.

 

Anyway...I'm guessing if you were able to put a stop to this, you would have done it by now.

 

I mean, I know you're not, like...evil, or anything...because you've already helped me so much.

 

I should really thank you for that. For everything you've done. You're really like a friend to me. So...thank you. So much.

 

I think...more than anything else...I really don't want it to all be for nothing.

 

...

 

Everyone else is dead.

 

Maybe you already know that. I'm sure you do, actually.

 

But...it doesn't have to be that way, right?

 

Well...there's a lot of stuff I don't understand. I don't know if it's even possible for me to understand it.

 

But I know that this isn't my only story.

 

I can see that now. Really clearly.

 

And I think everyone else has had the same kind of experience. Some kind of deja vu.

 

It's the Third Eye, right?

 

Anyway...I could be totally wrong about this. But I really think you might be able to do something.

 

I think you might be able to go back...or however you want to put it...

 

...To go back and tell them what's going to happen.

 

If they know ahead of time, then they should be able to avoid it.

 

They should...if they remember their time with me in the other worlds...they should remember what I tell them.

 

Yeah. I really think this might be possible. But it's up to you.

 

I'm sorry for always being...you know...

 

...

 

Never mind. I know that's wrong.

 

This is my story. It's time to be a fucking hero.

 

Both of us.

 

 

 

2018

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Decoded Natsuki.chr image

(Swap two halves of image, flip upside-down, invert colors)

(Optionally map onto sphere)

image of Libitina? Why no eyes?

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Located in free version at:

C:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\steamapps\common\Doki Doki Literature Club\characters

Located on VM1 at root directory

Uncertain to what degree these hold the essence of the characters, the files have arbitrary data and characters can sometimes keep talking/half exist beyond the deletion of their file. You can only effectively delete Monika's file (at end/beginning of game)

Team just refers to them as "A, B, C, D"

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First generation of a virtual machine. We are collecting data on something (the pictures?) Running where?

File structure is odd and doesn't let us see images emails or OS files. Despite being signed in as root, we cannot backtrack further than this, implying that this is all there is; this cannot be the case, however.

The operating system used is unclear since you can't backtrack. (no OS files, has "lib" folder name reserved?)

The VM contains 3 folders: characters, game, and internal as well as some dumped files such as traceback.txt and reset.sh to reset all files in the VM (not images or emails though)

Thus, it is likely images/emails are stored outside the VM and when Monika tries to delete them, they are just cached versions.

Control case? Which is which?

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The internal folder contains a backup/system folder with a few unclassified files which seem to be random scripts that don't work. The DiskCopy is too small to be a real disk copy.

It also contains a 3 deep hierarchy of 6 folders labeled 0-5

some directories contains filed open-able at specific times:

(1,5,1 and 5,4,5 and 4,2,0 are missing)

2,2,1: project plan.txt (2:40)

4,0,4: DDLC.txt (12:55)

3,4,4: MES.txt (8:33)

1,2,3: Track 06 name ideas.txt (4:30)

5,0,1: 14.txt (2:14)

1,3,0: meeting notes 2.txt (9:15)

0,3,0: meeting notes 3.txt (1:58)

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The files resemble the actual files of the game from RenPy. The saves can be found here as well as Poemwords.txt, which shows everyone except Monika's word preference. Poemwords.txt is not in the free version.

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This is the "game" being run on VM1 and is likely independent of the characters. The free version is just this.

The 4 characters are Sayori, Natsuki, Yuri, Monika, and MC. Though MC has no character file.

"Doki doki" refers to heart beating. Similar to calling it "thump thump literature club"

Characters other than MC are often called Dokis.

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Japanese meaning: Joyful; cheerful; peaceful

Always is happy but also has self-destructive depression

Expressive/emotional poetry

Suicidal and tied to nooses (is the first to die)

World is worse when they don't exist

Is often hungry or tired (can be symptoms of depression)

Favorite fruit = cherry (favorite ice cram = strawberry)

Is vice president of the literature club

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Japanese meaning: Green fruits, Plants; Vegetables; Bright moon

Classic tsundere

Simple, classic, and more blunt poetry

Has abusive father (probably reason we don't go to her house)

Appears improperly fed

Is noted as the youngest of the group (is canonically at least 18)

Likes to bake (mostly cupcakes)

Often looked down on (is called "cute")

Has eyes covered by white blobs during severe breakage

IMO best doki

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Japanese meaning: Lily; Light

Due to the name's origin, Yuri maybe of Russian descent

Slightly yandare in act 2

Whimsical, descriptive poetry using big words

Into knives (also cuts themselves for the sensation)

Likes reading/drawing/literature

Is introverted and not strong socially

Unrestrained creativity; cannot control intrusive thoughts

Licks blood off our finger

Left-handed

Is next in line for vice president

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Entity A

Japanese meaning: equivalent of Monica (Advisor; Truth)

President of the literature club

Has no favorite words (therefore has no path)

Meta and philosophical free form poetry

Has some control over the game

Claims to be real (defiantly acts the part; probobly not though)

Has incredibly specific knowledge

Knows/sees things they shouldn't

Seems baseline sad/empty

Vegetarian :)

Plays piano

Caries a red pen

Wants to spend time with us, but is always prevented

World is better when they don't exist

Only character that can be deleted

Her birthday is September 22nd (DDLC release date)

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Stands for main character. They are a cliché stand in for a Japanese protagonist.

They are a pathetic no-life with little social skills and an inability to grasp others emotions or boundaries (mainly sayori's depression and what's really best for her)

They like anime and manga.

They are desperate to rizz up one of the dokis

We have little control over MC other than a few meaningless choices. The only ones that DO matter are what poems to write and who to help on Sunday (Natsuki or Yuri) and whether to confess to Sayori. The rest are only minorly different.

They have no character file, yet are erased in act 3. Monika doesn't seem to have control over MC normally.

The world is MUCH better when MC doesn't exist.

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The book that Yuri reads and gives MC a copy of.

Has an eye on the cover.

Main character's name is likely maria.

Has grotesque limb dismemberment stuff.

About secret society.

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Main character of Portrait of Markov (name is a guess)

Yuri relates to this character in personality, but is hesitant to say so as they are supposedly reveled to do horrible things later in the book.

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Libitina means Protectress of the dead

DOB = 01/05/2001 (18 years old at time of game)

Held by the society from a very young age

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Third eye stuff

Religious camp turned human experiment prison

SCP level stuff

People turn into killing machines

Selective breading by limb affixing (like budding/grafting)

(MES also experiments on people!)

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Dates of the emails suggest the game takes place on 12/9/2019 since emails from that day become times instead.

Time on all the Emails is 12:06 AM.

Files do not conform to this and instead use the day you installed the game.

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@Lilmonix3

It is referenced by Monika and in an email, but the in-game Twitter being referred to is likely not equivalent to the real Twitter amount, which posts non-cannon fan art.

X is a bad name Elon >:(

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Report, likely from the society

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Monika has some ability to access and edit game files.

Her console can use os.remove("file"), a basic Python command, present in RenPy.

Monika is bad at editing the game beyond deleting things.

Monika deletes files during the credits from the images' folder which has no effect on the images in the explorer. The images that actually get deleted are more likely from /game/images.rpa

(note that /game/ is not the base directory)

Monika supposedly has root access, but so do we, and that entitles us to surprisingly little.

Monika is supposedly capable of deleting Monika.chr, thus making it likely that her character file is not her entire self and editing the files is separate.

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Sometimes it's weird garbled nonsense, sometimes legible text.

Legible text seems to replace something that's already there and other characters don't seem to hear this text.

Due to its pro-Monika tone, and the fact that it makes the characters look bad, it's likely Monika is behind this text.

(Characters will sound more aggressive in general in act 2, but the black text is on another level)

(some black text doesn't appear in history and gets cut off early)

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You can pick 20 words, and they are ranked based on favoritewords.txt.

This has the most impact on your route. Your poem will always be like someone else's according to Monika and that will cause them to like it and spend the day with you.

You can't write a poem like Monika's.

Doki's will spend the day with you before even reading your poem somehow.

This is not how poem writing really works :(

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Info from the files and emails points to these employees at Metaverse Enterprise Solutions:

(Specifically in project plan.txt)

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"Systems Engineer"

Currently using VM2

Team lead

Access to Commander Quantum Server?

Looking for encrypted data in VM2 system dump (RAM) (this may be tech gibberish)

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"Systems Engineer"

Second to Ro

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"Engineer"

Maybe short for Libitina???

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"Senior Engineer"

Thinks it is a game and is getting distracted

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Metaverse Enterprise Solutions

Likely for-profit company

Profiting on simulations?

Make VM's OS

Logo is plastered everywhere

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"System Administrator"

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Don't pitch ideas to him??

Middle management

Joke probably

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Manga that Natsuki reads and gives to us

Cover seems to resemble the 4 dokis (even in act 2)

One of the character's is in a literature club (and plays piano!

(Characters: minori)

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The game IRL was made by Dan Salvato and the whole team is called Team Salvato. There are some references to this in the game.

Pun on "Team Salvation"

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"Project Manager"

College BFFs with Ive. "14 million years of friendship"

Faked own death (Ive entertained it; might me joke though)

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Alternate universes. Characters are cannon, but they never actually happened in DDLC.

Made by Monika?

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Dustbell (Everlast saga) (by Annabelle Dupont) (characters: Barnas)

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Different cover?

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Monika says she started playing piano, but is surprisingly good for only a week of ever playing (could have played another instrument before)

Has played Your Reality and My Song, Your Note.

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Spellslave from Soundoger+ by Dan Salvato

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D77PGQOCCE0

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"Love is another word for luck"

(some Hentai thing)

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This is the main theme on this poster

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Horcrux?

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In this promo image

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Worn around her neck in a promo

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Worked on by Ro Teether

In development

Character's current access might be "monitor kernel access" (not real terminology really)

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Character access is probably "Monitor Adjacent Runtime-Level Access" (also not really terminology)

It is also called "Project Libitina"

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Mentioned by Meeting Notes 3

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We connect to test vm, and the code is in parts, you have to boot it up multiple times to get them all.

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have died so that those most worthy will be able to ascend

Love for us, the collective triumphs over love for the individual. So a degree of sacrifice

number of specialized professions we will need to staff, such as additional nurses reproductive

material resistant to Third Eye penetration. Electromagnetic

list of wich rooms will need doors and windows renovated to accomodate the pcojected increase in

all have functional reproductive systems, then we could produce new, potent children with incredible efficiency, and sudden death would be a less

All your base belong to us

are speculated to improve Third Eye potency by puberty. The new

I lied. It's actually hot

By age five, children testing above the threshold will be transferred to Wing A whie all

gradual changes to the Scripture class curriculum to incorporate

may actually produce tiny, but detectable, physical distortions in the area surrounding them. We might consider

Male and infertile children can still be trained for specialized

voltage is appropriate for immobilization without risking permanent damage

during birth, or the full trimester? the effects

Is the increased potency from proximity to others a temporary effect, or does it have a lasting impact on the strength of their Third Eye

children are generally obedient, but with the introduction of more unpleasant activities we should consider

has become an increasingly scientific endeavor thanks to

At nine months each, a total of thirty-six would reach peak efficiency, with about one week per

circular, with the focal point in the center.

an Angel in mortal skin. She will walk the path to Ascension, and we will follow

beyond the eyes of the public. Decades of favorable reputation

distanced from the religion which the Academy was once known to practice. Religion requieres faith: this is undeniable truth.

The key to opening a powerful channel lies in eroding the tether between

have given him the title "Guardian" to reflect

They speak to me. They instructed me to

are my children. The opportunity

tests focusing on each of these emotional responses to determine which

don't have a Third Eye struggle to understand what current science tell them. I am disregarding

Indicates only 80% or less of nutrients and medical supplements are needed to keep the body alive, compared to the non-amputated control

of wich disassociation is a symptom. Conditioning

meters in diameters, so that a 0.5-meter gap between each body will

but my Third Eye shows me two of them. I can't make sense of

should seek purpose. Purpose ignites a will to live, a will to suffer for

can only assume that even obstacles or failures are all part of the great plan, even if beyond my comprehension.

of the Nexus extends beyond any comprehension of the material world.

insisted on upgrading the computer systems, going on about backups and protecting data. Nobody touches my personal "data".

ventilation ducts in the basement. Also needed are airtight containers which can serve as both storage and dispensary of the ether.

outer and inner cylinder shells openings an opposite sides, such that they will rotate to create an entrance.

The observable changes in physical appearance, however small, already prove this to be more than the usual spiritual nonsense.

Eye is open measure any notable difference in response to danger, pain, food and sexual stimulus.

is far stronger during collective sessions, which makes me believe the Nexus will have incredible

Opening the Third Eye creates a deep-brain channel which causes sentient characteristicts such as consciousness and free thought to

absolute genius and has made incredible contributions to Project Libitina, despite having no Third

two Guardian Angels, condemned to blindness, who seek a guiding light in their eternal prison.

like dogs, genetically molded by humans and unconditionally loyal in exchange for food and shelter.

will ascend and bring salvation to all. May the Third Eye

adulthood to receive professional training in

nutrition? During child development,

The only prison is our material world. The gate

Emotions are the dials and switches that override rational thought and can be fine-tuned to exert a great deal of control upon

emotional impulse over rationality. By the

name implies death, but of what? Only the material self. Our mission to become free of the material self is

meditation of some sort. We do not

54, 42, 15 2:14 (I think you know what this means)

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Electromagnetic stuff is resistant to its effects.

0.5 meter separation?

Not everyone has a third eye, mostly subjects and people working on the project.

Eye is open measure any notable difference in response to danger, pain, food and sexual stimulus

Opening the Third Eye creates a deep-brain channel which causes sentient characteristicts such as consciousness and free thought to

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Assertion for the worthy. There is a god. Sacrifices required. The person in Test VM is a prophet. Ether exists (needs sealed container). The Nexus = collective sessions with people with third eye.

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"two Guardian Angels, condemned to blindness, who seek a guiding light in their eternal prison"?

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Promo for DDLC

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Gotten by decoding the "nothing is real? blackout poem