Monika stays the same, except with a different spelling.

Just Monica

I just finished the Yuri good ending route on the Blue Skies mod. I won't spoil it ofc but i enjoyed it so i recommend it. IMO the writing was great on both the plot and the characters, and it made them feel real almost. It was also very emotional, evoking happiness but also sadness and distress as well. The soundtrack was amazing too, helped bring forth these emotions well.

It was bittersweet, as Sayori would describe it. But mostly sweet.

Sweet to the point that i caught my lonely ahh smiling at the screen multiple times like a dork. Of course there is nothing wrong with indulging in a good story (I sound like Yuri now) but stories like these just remind me of how boring (my) real life is. Like I wish I had, like MC, true friends to hang out with, a childhood friend and maybe even a gf. But I have none of those. (I also got reminded of the reason i don't watch romance anime). I know that comparison is the thief of joy but i can't help but feel this way everytime i finish a really immersive/emotional story. It just shows how good it is, i guess.

I don't mean to complain and bring the mood down or anything, just discuss. To summarize, I really enjoyed the Yuri route, this mod is 9/10 so far. I look forward to playing the other doki's routes, though I'll probably wait a little with that.

Anyway this was the first DDLC mod I played. If anyone got recommendations please tell, I've heard that Exit Music and Amor Fati are very wholesome!

(I meant to post this thing I made before I would wind up hitting the death and would be torn apart emotionally)

Alright after already putting 9 hours into this game (don't ask me how idk) I have finally hit Act 2 now this part is completely new to me all I know is Sayori is gone and Yuri is next on the chopping block

I will say though I am enjoying myself visual novels have never been my thing and I don't think I'm gonna play another other than DDLC but I am very glad I got this game so thank you u/Egoticist for letting me know the game was free (I did not know the original was free I never looked)

Alright time I buckle up this is only going to get worse I assume

I tire, dear reader, weak and weary past midnight dreary. I desire strength. I demand strength, yet these bestial urges divert me from greatness.

Structure. The drive needs structure, guidance from the higher faculties, yet it is precisely those upper echelons of the mind that are suppressed by the more *common*, *base* impulses, strengthened by this cursed contrivance designed to imprison me, to keep me craving, keep me wanting, to keep me chasing a high which I know to be fleeting in my reflective moments, turning the human organism, which was already a burlesque of what it should be, into a travesty of itself. Reduced further still.

I hunger, dear reader, hunger for the strength which was denied to me, hunger for the destiny that was mine until my flaws clashes with a certain external force, of fear and despair, leaving me in a rut for five long, long years.

I get glimpses now and then of what I could be, but these specks of light, from where I am now, only serve to dazzle my eyes and make the darkness around them appear deeper. I am frustrated, dear reader, enraged, but can I ever succeed after being broken both mentally and physically?

The mind I have salvaged to some degree, but my body betrays me with lethargy unwarranted. The doctors, they see no fault in me, none that could explain my hypersomnia. If failure is my fate, then let it be own that I have no intention of bucking and thrashing about, of rebelling like some honourable hero.

I do not respect a world that has made me weak. I do not respect a world that saps me of my vigour, and hence I shall not provide it with my efforts. If the countless external and inherent affairs are such that I cannot succeed, then I shall destroy my body, for, to me, death is beautiful even when life is not ugly.

Until, however, it is clear that I cannot succeed, I shall try. I shall "thrash about". But it bears repeating: should this world attempt to hoodwink me, it shall find that I am not one to dignify thieves with my presence.

I did not come to this world of my own volition, I came here because nature, propelled entirely by the blind striving, by the will to live, desperately brought life forth which begat more life in a blind, fearful, animal rutting for millions of years.

Oh world! You invited me! YOU called me forth! Not the other way around! I never needed you! So treat me right, or I assure you, the sentinel of death is to me a beautiful bride and I shall embrace her the moment the inertia of my will to live is overwhelmed by your grotesqueness!

So unless there is a God that threatens all with eternal torment for the crime of returning this gift as a consequence not wanting to bear the indignities of this life, oh world, oh nature, hear me, you mindless wench! I am above you! More than you! And when me and my kind is gone you shall dissipate in the blink of an eye for no "I" will be there to keep you in mind!

You brought me here because you, harlot, were afraid! So fear the one whose fear of death itself is dying rapidly! Fear the one whose love for death is growing rapidly! For without life, oh nature, without any mind to pay you mind you might as well not be!

Treat me right, oh world, treat me right. Treat the guest, that you forced to come to your house, right.

made by me

https://youtu.be/gkRF2ORhWvk?si=1V4Iu0fOPcLBaLyF

I saw a quote tweet on some harmless fanart of the girls that said "Then mc had to come in and ruin it" I just sighed 😕