N's weekendI know you’re club president n all, but srsly? hogging the content?

Did you run your poems up the flagpole to see if anyone would salute?

Well, forget that, I’m here to explain DDLC art styles. For instance, the lead image of me is a CG. That’s higher quality than the regular character images, which are known as sprites. A visual novel might have thousands of sprites; if each one was a complete piece of art it would be very time consuming and expensive. So there are lots of small interchangeable pieces, like a little Frankenstein assembly line for each pose.

It’s almost like magic!

Not to brag but this smallest person N with someonehas the biggest sprite set of all.


There’s one more character style, the chibi Sayorichibi figure.

While I’m here, I want you to see a poem I was really proud of:

Tomorrow will be brighter with me around
But when today is dim, I can only look down.
My looking is a little more forward
Because you look at me.

When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!
But my truest feelings can never come out.
My words are a little less empty
Because you listen to me.

When something is above me, I reach for the stars.
But when I feel small, I don’t get very far.
My standing is a little bit taller
Because you sit with me.

I believe in myself with all of my heart.
But what do I do when it’s torn all apart?
My faith is a little bit stronger
Because you trusted me.

My pen always puts my feelings to the test.
I’m not a good writer, but my best is my best.
My poems are a little bit dearer
Because you think of me.

Because you, because you, because you

Now I feel guilty because I was mean to Monika, so …

Everything q1



The Lady Who Knows Everything

An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.
The Lady who Knows Everything.
A beautiful lady who has found every answer,
All meaning,
All purpose,
And all that was ever sought.

And here I am,

a feather

Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.

Day after day, I search.
I search with little hope, knowing legends don’t exist.
But when all else has failed me,
When all others have turned away,
The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky.

Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.
I fall.
And I fall and fall, and fall even more.
Gentle as a feather.
A dry quill, expressionless.

But a hand catches me between the thumb and forefinger.
The hand of a beautiful lady.
I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.

The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.
Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.
“I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.
There is no meaning.
There is no purpose.
And we seek only the impossible.
I am not your legend.
Your legend does not exist.”

And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.