WTC : Love's Labour's Lost is now released for your gaming pleasure. I've just fixed a few problems and no doubt there will be further updates as appropriate when needed. Thank you to all who gave their

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Looks like Playeur is shutting down

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Another great FMV game #lateshift ▶️ DTube

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Like Jaws - but with more action, blood and fun ▶️ DTube

Touhou : Tempest of the Heavens and Earth (天壌のテンペスト )

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This is the novelisation of my visual novel of the same name. Changed some details (Emily's death is now explicitly detailed) and removed others. The main ending has been changed too, to make it more natural

This is the last part of the AI generated Talentless Nana story. There are a few continuity errors (and I made some incorrect assumptions as well - a boy was killed in the school gym, not a cave) but in

The dying embers of the fire in the cave cast long, flickering shadows, mirroring the uncertain, shifting thoughts of the fugitives huddled around its meager warmth. Arthur Ainsworth had laid bare his

Arthur’s challenging question – “Unless, of course, anyone else has any better ideas?” – hung heavy in the smoky air of the cave, a stark invitation that no one seemed immediately eager to accept. The

The fire in the cave, which had earlier seemed a small beacon of warmth and fragile hope, now seemed to cast long, dancing, almost accusatory shadows on the faces of the assembled survivors as Arthur

The crackling fire cast flickering, uncertain light upon the stunned, contemplative faces of the survivors huddled in the damp chill of the cave. Arthur Ainsworth’s revelations – the impossible truth of

The fire in the damp cave crackled, spitting a shower of orange sparks into the heavy, charged silence that followed Arthur Ainsworth’s almost whispered invitation. For a long moment, no one spoke. The

The future, which had always been a terrifying, oppressive unknown for Arthur despite his supposed “Talent,” now felt even more vast, more unpredictable, but also, strangely, more laden with a desperate,

The crackling fire in the damp cave cast long, dancing shadows on the weary faces of the assembled escapees. Nana Hiiragi, her expression a mixture of fierce determination and a newfound, fragile openness,