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There was a time the Literature Club went on a wildly different tangent, in pursuit of the most carnal shape love poems could take.
That's how Monika's Carnal Meating came to be. Just her, and every guy bold enough to write their affection with their veiny pens.
She won, clearly.
✨A Thousand Years Later... every star in the sea is finally visible. Well, not all of them, but I don't share every single pixel I draw.
(A tad dissapointed with the game itself. Slow.
Coming from Blasphemous which I loved. Maybe it picks up afterwards!)
And thanks to everyone!!