Satchely - Character art Twitter - DeviantArt. Velinquent - Background art Twitter - Pixiv. Will you write the way into her heart? Hi, Monika here! Every day is full of chit-chat and fun activities with all of my adorable and unique club members: Sayori , the youthful bundle of sunshine who values happiness the most; Natsuki , the deceivingly cute girl who packs an assertive punch; Yuri , the timid and mysterious one who finds comfort in the world of books; JPEG file.
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MAX files. It can also export CHR files to several formats, including. DAE ,. FXB ,. DXF ,. IGS ,. You obviously already know my name. 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 I should really thank you for that. For everything you've done. You're really like a friend to me. So much. I think 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. 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? 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 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 I really think this might be possible. But it's up to you. I'm sorry for always being Never mind. I know that's wrong. This is my story. It's time to be a fucking hero. Both of us. Warning: The following text is… uh.. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me.
To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers.
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.
Do you ever get that? Not killing anyone in particular, just a random person. First of all, for most of my life it was logistically impossible for me to do it without getting caught. 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. Who would I be feeling bad for? Something I would try again?
Probably not, since my curiosity has already been satisfied. 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. 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. 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 so…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.
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