Nobody's home.
Until a few days ago, my husband and aunt also lived there. But now there is only one Maki Atoki.
At night, without even turning on the lights, in the dark, you gaze at the moon floating out the window.
From Makihime in the game, I was sick and tired of going back to real life. I couldn't help but dislike those two - especially my aunt and me face-to-face.
Neither of us are anymore now. Spiritual souls are extracted from the flesh, electrically spiritualized and in Recommended 11. The flesh is rolling in a hotel in Nyanton.
I'm not supposed to be around anymore, but every time Machihihihime goes back to real life, that unpleasant feeling returns. It's stained.
Will this feeling disappear someday too? No, how do I make excuses when my relatives visit me before then? I also have trouble answering calls.
For disguise's sake, I also thought it would be better to send out a missing person delivery early, but that also smells annoying and I don't feel comfortable, and I end up doing nothing.
Dark and unpopular house, a fairly large mansion of 6DK. I didn't even hire a helper, my aunt and Makhime were cleaning together, but I don't need to clean them anymore desperately. It's not what I found out, trying to get dust in a room I didn't use.
I hated my aunt, but as soon as she was gone, I felt like I was very inert and a little relieved Makhime.
Going to the living room evokes all the particularly unpleasant memories.
It was particularly on my mind that my aunt was criticizing the game while watching TV. It was an old stinking thought, and he said, "If you do something like that, you're retarded," without a basis. I thought the drooling TV would be more retarded, but Machihihihime was patient and didn't say anything.
On the other hand, I knew why my aunt hated the game. Machihihime is also my husband, always drawn to the game, because he didn't try to play aunt's opponent more than the minimum he needed.
"My kid's stuck with the money all over the mess. I manage my monthly money, but I haven't been sticking around lately."
One time my aunt complained abominably.
He was a nettled husband at first, but because he was hopelessly incapable of communicating, he immediately quit and became enthusiastic about billing chatter social games. If my mother-in-law did not manage it, it would easily be inferred that the savings in this house that seemed to be able to play and live until my grandson's generation would lean in.
"Because you don't give him a firm opponent, that kid's gonna fall for a game he doesn't know how to play. Don't you feel responsible for that? You're gonna have to give her a little..."
I threw up in my heart wondering how you raised such a wretched hungry ghost, and I hadn't heard much more of it, but my husband flew out of the room halfway through my aunt's stupidity.
"Mom! Please, give me the money! I just really want to get this month's exclusive event character!
Machihihihime exhorts disgust at her husband, who has no shyness. I was wondering in what world, in front of my own daughter-in-law, is there a man who frightens his mother of money for gaming chatter?
"I don't know, but what happens if you can't get that in your hands?
"To brag to someone I know online! Mom or Maki won't understand, but I'm risking my life on this! If I can't get it, and the people I know get it and they brag about it in front of me, I can't live anymore!
I couldn't be shy enough to say that I was impressed with my husband at this time.
From a person like my aunt who can't understand the game, Machihihime thinks I must be seen in the same line, but it's something I've always shouted in my heart that I'm not like such a shameless man.
When the aunt complies with her husband's demands, the husband scatters them among the things of the house. While the aunt graces, she still doesn't heed the demands. Eventually, the husband pulls into the room.
"Why are you keeping your mouth shut! Why aren't you trying to do something about her?
Afterwards, he punctually splashes into makihime. It's the usual pattern.
Very ugly real. But even though I know that's ugly, I'm not going to run away from it, Machihihime. Makihime mocks herself when it's like she deserves it at that point.
In the end, it was also a pleasant paradise if you only did a minimum of chores and meditated on the ugliness of your aunt and husband. As long as you put up with this environment, you get a lot of time to escape the real world. I was just making my own roundabout choices for that. Machihihihime was aware that he didn't deserve a tragic heroine.
Put it in the game and you'll get everyone to cheer you up. Fun, fun, fun time with my people. What shall we do today? Where shall we go? Who do we play with? What kind of conversation would that be? What kind of drama would that be? Time to share with fellow caregivers in your favorite world. That's nothing but paradise.
Ugly reality. Ugly cohabitant. Fun world. Nice people. This overwhelming difference. I just prayed how much I should break the real one, but if I break the real one, I can't even maintain this razor paradise. That's why I was patient.
But I finally broke it. We both became literal abolitionists and disappeared from this house. Now he's helping me for Makihime in a different way.
"I wonder what will happen now..."
Outside the window - watching the half moon floating in the night sky, Machihihihime groans.
It's some kind of animation. It reminds me of the dialogue I heard. There is nothing that goes on indefinitely.
That's my favorite recommendation 11, as well as Makihime's real life.
The purpose of maintaining Recommended 11, and clearing my daily depression, has finally broken Real. In contrast, there is no regret, but plenty of anxiety.
(There have been a lot of changes recently. Recommended 11...... I haven't had a large upgrade in five years, there are events, something like Electric Spirit shows up, Nenaveauge returns, and it's been a long time since I've had a new fre, and I'm going to be an Electric Spirit user to save Recommended 11...)
After all the changes in the game, Makihime finally crossed the line. Conscious of that over and over again.
I want to believe that I am not wrong. I hope that doesn't happen, like what I did leads to ruin.
Look at the clock. Time for a good time.
Dating sites are also used to distract and electrospiritualize heterosexuals. That's my new mission in real life.
(Are you sure this is okay? Can I do this? Is this the right thing to do?
A self-question with no answers returned. I keep asking again and again, knowing the answer won't come back.