HIH: A (Beach Special): Prologue by RandomInterWeeb, literature
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HIH: A (Beach Special): Prologue
PROLOGUE: “The beach! One of, if not the best places on the face of the planet! A perfect location for families and extroverts alike. It’s also a really popular set piece used in manga and anime. However… as popular as it is, the beach is an AWFUL location for introverts! Searing hot temperatures, irritating sand, obnoxious people, and worst of all… forced social interaction! I resent the beach, and just thinking about all the idiots who actually enjoy wading around in some salty water disgusts me even more. Not to mention the fact that the beach is also extremely dangerous for micros, so much so that they have to be partitioned off in a special ‘micro only’ zone. In all honesty, the beach is already bad enough for normal-sized introverts, but for micro introverts… it’s both annoying and fatal. So… if that’s the case, then how the hell did I get roped into going!!” As the resentment of Tomoya’s voice permeated throughout the area as the group patiently waited at the airport’s
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“Thanks for coming over, Marty. You’re a life-saver. As always.”
“No worries, Nancy. I’m always glad to help my prettiest neighbour.”
“Bah. Now that I’m thirty, I don’t get those looks any more.”
Marty shook his head, it was an old argument. He looked around Nancy’s bare apartment. “Where is everything?” Instead of the furniture that was usually in her living room, all he could see was a set of four silver poles arranged in a large square about where the couch used to be.
Nancy gestured toward a small pile of white cubes next to one of the poles
My Create-a-Big-Titty-Goth-GF -- (Commission) by ShamusBaran, literature
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My Create-a-Big-Titty-Goth-GF -- (Commission)
Forty-two downvotes. Thomas could believe it. Forty-two.
He was the best modder in the community, hands down. He had three hundred logged hours in Hottie Hotel alone and still, these ingrates review bombed him.
No one cares about this stuff. Just make the titties bigger. They just didn’t get it. Thomas didn’t just want waifus with balloons strapped to their chest. He wanted it to be real. Interactive. There was so much nuance when it came to girls with hyper bust sizes. These ingrates just didn’t get it.
He sighed, closing the web browser. “Whatever. Once I finish my build they’ll understand. Then t