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Search in the search box the keyword "Android" and then the final version. Like this "Android v1.15.0". You will find at least 1 post there from me (besides this one that will appear also) explaining this to other member lol. The post you want is from Koga, a modder that also makes android ports.
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Victoria- Invicta
Thursday, 19 September 2024
21:58
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“Good evening, Agent.”
“Victoria.”
A pause, deliberate enough to become a third presence in the room.
“What is it you seek tonight?”
“Escapism.”
She laughs—soft, hollow, all-knowing. “No. You tell yourself that. It’s the same as always.”
She studies him as if weighing a rare coin between finger and thumb. He looks at her the way a man watches a storm roll in over a black sea—afraid to move, afraid to blink.
“Freedom, yes,” she says. “But you want the web. My web. Threads so fine you mistake them for air. You want to be held until even your name goes quiet.”
Gently, she takes his hand and guides him to his seat, his gaze fixed on her every moment, his fear tightening its clasp around time itself as the world becomes consumed by her every motion.
He sank into the chair; its leather gripped him like a patient snare, and he welcomed the jaws she set around him.
“Liberation is the warmest lie we utter. The nectar of choice is most bitter. But I am an ambrosia of passion and pandemonium.”
She mounts him, her nimble fingers attending to the whiskey within his grasp. Her crimson-stained lips brushed the rim of his glass before tipping it over, amber spilling in a thin slick over her collarbone and breast, glistening in the sunset tint of the room. Her velvet-warmed nipples caught the light like a live wire, and he leaned in with an eagerness unbefitting of his station. Unbecoming for a man of his credentials.
Alcohol mingled with her smoke and salted scent caressed his mind, intoxicating him as he surrendered to her ruinous embrace.
She smiled, half mercy—half knife. Spice, jasmine, whisky. The room breathed with her.
“You do want to escape, Agent,” she murmured into his ear, “only to be ensnared by me.”
Putty in her fingers, his gaze met hers—emerald, bruised against midnight burgundy shadows pressing in from every corner. Her hair glowed with the intensity of a lit match as the air in their shared space collapsed. Her gravity pulled him closer, a celestial body drawn to a black hole. The taste of winter citrus and mountain rye played on his tongue as her nipple traced a path along it.
“I am the whisper that echoes within your waking hours. The nightmare you pray for when you sleep. I am the force that makes the silence loud and the flavour of colour that paints your carnal desire.”
She paused, letting her words seep into his ears and soak into his mind.
“Listen, Agent. Die for me and fall into my design.
I can teach you things. Open the door to what lies beyond pleasure. An experience to indulge sensations you never thought possible. Step into oblivion and know the rapture that is me.”
His reply died in his throat. The chair became a confession booth; the shadows leaned in to listen. She tipped his chin with a touch that was barely a touch, and his composure folded as neatly as a note passed under a door.
“Good,” she whispered. “Honesty looks better on you than armour.”
Thursday, 19 September 2024
21:58
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“Good evening, Agent.”
“Victoria.”
A pause, deliberate enough to become a third presence in the room.
“What is it you seek tonight?”
“Escapism.”
She laughs—soft, hollow, all-knowing. “No. You tell yourself that. It’s the same as always.”
She studies him as if weighing a rare coin between finger and thumb. He looks at her the way a man watches a storm roll in over a black sea—afraid to move, afraid to blink.
“Freedom, yes,” she says. “But you want the web. My web. Threads so fine you mistake them for air. You want to be held until even your name goes quiet.”
Gently, she takes his hand and guides him to his seat, his gaze fixed on her every moment, his fear tightening its clasp around time itself as the world becomes consumed by her every motion.
He sank into the chair; its leather gripped him like a patient snare, and he welcomed the jaws she set around him.
“Liberation is the warmest lie we utter. The nectar of choice is most bitter. But I am an ambrosia of passion and pandemonium.”
She mounts him, her nimble fingers attending to the whiskey within his grasp. Her crimson-stained lips brushed the rim of his glass before tipping it over, amber spilling in a thin slick over her collarbone and breast, glistening in the sunset tint of the room. Her velvet-warmed nipples caught the light like a live wire, and he leaned in with an eagerness unbefitting of his station. Unbecoming for a man of his credentials.
Alcohol mingled with her smoke and salted scent caressed his mind, intoxicating him as he surrendered to her ruinous embrace.
She smiled, half mercy—half knife. Spice, jasmine, whisky. The room breathed with her.
“You do want to escape, Agent,” she murmured into his ear, “only to be ensnared by me.”
Putty in her fingers, his gaze met hers—emerald, bruised against midnight burgundy shadows pressing in from every corner. Her hair glowed with the intensity of a lit match as the air in their shared space collapsed. Her gravity pulled him closer, a celestial body drawn to a black hole. The taste of winter citrus and mountain rye played on his tongue as her nipple traced a path along it.
“I am the whisper that echoes within your waking hours. The nightmare you pray for when you sleep. I am the force that makes the silence loud and the flavour of colour that paints your carnal desire.”
She paused, letting her words seep into his ears and soak into his mind.
“Listen, Agent. Die for me and fall into my design.
I can teach you things. Open the door to what lies beyond pleasure. An experience to indulge sensations you never thought possible. Step into oblivion and know the rapture that is me.”
His reply died in his throat. The chair became a confession booth; the shadows leaned in to listen. She tipped his chin with a touch that was barely a touch, and his composure folded as neatly as a note passed under a door.
“Good,” she whispered. “Honesty looks better on you than armour.”
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Victoria and Abby. Both were my favorites, it's hard to forget them.♡
The sexy little devil didn't appear on screen as much as I would have liked, but it was fun.
I wish there were more endings like where Ghost dies. "If it had happened" But anyway, waiting for the next project
One of the best games, it's a shame it always has an ending.
The sexy little devil didn't appear on screen as much as I would have liked, but it was fun.
I wish there were more endings like where Ghost dies. "If it had happened" But anyway, waiting for the next project
One of the best games, it's a shame it always has an ending.
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First of all, sort of welcome to the boards, writing your first post and all.
Second, if you search around a bit there are quite a few jewels of AVNs here, that are on par or even better imho.
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Because we are not here to cater to you.why did u wake me up so early then?
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we might not be here in 5 years or 10-20 years nor might be philly..why did u wake me up so early then?
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A year is like 2 (if we are lucky 3) releases of a game up to Philly's standards. Even this very game took well over 5 years (more like almost 6 years if you count the time developing ideas and creating the first release before the very first release dropped) beginning to end, and that's with the much smaller earlier releases compared to the larger latter releases. If he's gonna drop a full and complete game in one shot, don't expect anything in ANOTHER 5 years.
Leinad_Sevla
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I know. I didn´t say it would take a year to make a full game, I said he has been silent for a year because he might be making one and only dropping it when it´s done. That could take who knows how many years. It would be a blast of a game, looking at his record.
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That's like asking how long a rope is........
It's completely individual how fast you play a VN but it's got a good amount of content.
There are a significant number of games on this site.
And if you're here, it means you're looking for a bit of fantasy with a little more.
Among this crowd, there are a few games that stand out from the rest. This game is one of them.
Just look at how they talk about the person who made this game... we're waiting for the next project.
Don't hesitate to give it a try.
That's like thinking a Formula 1 car is slow because they don't give out the engine specs...