Hi. I'm Andrew. I wrote some stuff back in 2017, about DDLC. Something about a Redo. I was looking back on the past few years, and remembered this place. I don't know why I stopped writing here, I had this weird little mental breakdown thing, and just stopped. Nevertheless, I am back. I don't really know where to start here, it's been a while. Our story begins in DDLC...land...place. We start our story in the land of DDLC... This story...
John is a simple man. He lives in a 3 room dormitory at husikake university. He plays video games, and gets along with most people. He has a sort of
sarcastic outlook on life, like he doesn't really care what happens, just that it happens fast. He jokes about a lot of things, but he just does it to hide
insecurity's about himself. Yes, John is a simple man, but even the most simple characters in a story can make complicated ripples, and what is life but
one big story? Lucky for us, we don't need to answer that question, because this is a story. John wakes up at 8 o' clock. He has to get ready for his first
class, at 9:30. He eats breakfast, gets his stuff, and has 45 minutes to spare. He decides to browse steam, and finds this game from 2016, called Doki Doki
Literature Club. He heard his freinds talking about this game, about how there was a huge plot twist, and how it subverted expectations. John didn't see
what was so good about this game, it just looked like a dating sim, but then again, maybe that's the expectation they subverted. He shrugs it off and
downloads the game. Then, he heads off to class. Yes, John is a simple man, but he just changed everyone in husikake university's lives forever. Maybe he
isn't so simple after all...
-Hi, this is the "Authors Notes" section. Most of the time, it'll just be weird thoughts I have after writing something. You can skip them if you want to, or not. Either way, they'll be there.
I have these thoughts, and I want to get them out, but it always seems like they get misinterpreted. So this time, I'll try something else. I'll try to just say
it out loud, instead of trying to subliminally tell you them. It feels like everyone thinks they have life figured out, and everyone thinks they have a good
idea how things work, and you never challenge the idea that you know how it works, so you keep thinking you know how it works, and then someone
challenges that idea, and you know that you're wrong, but they aren't right either, and then you realize nobody is right, and everyone is just grasping at
straws. You don't like that, so you just hold onto your philosophy, even though you know it's wrong. That's how everything works, even this little thing i'm
writing, I think I know that's how it works, but it's not. I'm not 100% wrong, but i'm not 100% right either. That's why religion and all that seems kinda
pointless to me, because no matter what you think, you will never change your ideals once you are fond of them, so statistically, you are more likely wrong
then right, so I just don't bother. Is that just me? Sorry, I'm rambling. I did tell you you could skip this though, so who is to blame here, hmm? I feel so
alone, even though I'm not. I feel like everyone that is around me, don't even know me. They know what I allow them to know, but they don't know me.
They know what I think people should see me as, they don't know who I am. I want to show people how I really am, but I know that it won't work out.
Is it depression? No, I don't think so. It's more like an absence. An absence of fulfillment. Not in a middle life crisis kinda way, in a I have my whole life
ahead of me, but my whole life is gonna turn out pretty shitty kind of way. Like I know how it's gonna happen, and I don't like it, but I can't change it.
So, when i'm anonymously typing into this Copy - N - Paste chat box, I can say what I want, and nobody will judge me, they'll judge Garbage Mammal.
Sorry, I'm being dramatic. I'll post part 2 soon, in the meantime, read other storys, good ones, unlike this one.