VN Ren'Py My Dorm [v0.27.3 S3 Ch.7] [Tropecita Games]

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Trope95 said:
I had a HOT maths teacher in high school. Spanish lady in her 30s with a Saira-type boobs. I didn't j**k off in class ever!!! I never missed a class, either. :ROFLMAO:

You know, after every update, someone shows here to complain. There are people who complains the game doesn't go in the direction they want. Others that complain that there aren't enough renders or that there are too many. The same with story; for some it's too much, and for others the story is swallow and it's becoming a fuck fest. Then you have the "Too many girls" gang and the "I want that girl that you used at the restaurant/hairdresser/airport/whatever in the harem" players.

I don't care about the "illogical" complaints. I care about the guy (even if it's his first post) who says "I found some bugs or typos". About the player who can play the update (even if it's because he didn't read the pre-requisites).

I learned early on that I can't please everyone, since tastes are personal. I try to please players here and there when something won't derail the story or can be seen as an easter egg for players here or on Discord who read a post some months ago with a proposal (or even a joke) from a player.
There's a Montreal girl in this update!! Most players won't understand why or give her origin any importance. Regulars on this thread perhaps caught a glympse of a player asking (repeatedly :ROFLMAO: ) for a Montreal girl (no bad blood here ;)).
There's a Black Crow picture and a Fat Giant painting in Samantha's house. There's a raccoon in the balcony.
Maddie and Megan made it into the harem thanks to people on this thread.

I think My Dorm has the best community in the AVNverse (and the one with better taste :ROFLMAO: ), so I will give my all for the community. To help, to entertain, and to provide some laughs (inside and outside the game). But I won't change what I think is an integral part of the game (call it story, blinking, or talking) because someone (even one the regulars) ask for it.
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Couldnt agree more with everything you just said.
I can only hope that wont be any complaints about numbers in the next few days.
 
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Imagine this:

I was 19 years old. Repeating "for shame" my 11th next year, spending my Summer on the beach. Now, there is in that beach famous for the tallest waves of the world, a tiny hidden beach. It is known by the locals and sometimes a tourist they befriend (read fuck). It was, in the early 80's, a perfect place to (in no preference order): Read in peace / practice nudism / Have sex on the sand (not recommended) / do drugs. It was my Paradise. I was there from early morning to sundown most days.
Sometime that Summer, a beautiful woman started to show up, minding her business, reading and airing her birthday suit. After a few days we started to talk. Both were smokers, both always had a book, both were naked...
Now, nothing happened between us... could have, but didn't. We talked for hours and hours, about everything really. A really cool Summer friendship. I never asked her where she was from, she never asked me... neither thought of it, I suppose.
Well, Summer's end. School was coming.
First day of school, new teachers (always new teachers every year, sometimes 3 and 4 each year), one of the classes I had to retake was French. I get to class, bored out of my mind, grumpy as fuck.
I sit down, back of the class, near a window, ready to forget I was there. In comes the teacher... My Summer friend... ::gasp:: with clothes on... Fuck me she was even hotter dressed.
Never missed a class of French. Ended up with the best grades.

If only my Maths teacher wasn't a 1,80m tall matron with a face that scared the living daylights of everyone, and instead a clone of my delightful French teacher. Maybe I could've gotten to the University. :(

Thanks for reading my story. Have a good one...

Peace :D
 
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FatGiant said:
Imagine this:

I was 19 years old. Repeating "for shame" my 11th next year, spending my Summer on the beach. Now, there is in that beach famous for the tallest waves of the world, a tiny hidden beach. It is known by the locals and sometimes a tourist they befriend (read fuck). It was, in the early 80's, a perfect place to (in no preference order): Read in peace / practice nudism / Have sex on the sand (not recommended) / do drugs. It was my Paradise. I was there from early morning to sundown most days.
Sometime that Summer, a beautiful woman started to show up, minding her business, reading and airing her birthday suit. After a few days we started to talk. Both were smokers, both always had a book, both were naked...
Now, nothing happened between us... could have, but didn't. We talked for hours and hours, about everything really. A really cool Summer friendship. I never asked her where she was from, she never asked me... neither thought of it, I suppose.
Well, Summer's end. School was coming.
First day of school, new teachers (always new teachers every year, sometimes 3 and 4 each year), one of the classes I had to retake was French. I get to class, bored out of my mind, grumpy as fuck.
I sit down, back of the class, near a window, ready to forget I was there. In comes the teacher... My Summer friend... ::gasp:: with clothes on... Fuck me she was even hotter dressed.
Never missed a class of French. Ended up with the best grades.

If only my Maths teacher wasn't a 1,80m tall matron with a face that scared the living daylights of everyone, and instead a clone of my delightful French teacher. Maybe I could've gotten to the University. :(

Thanks for reading my story. Have a good one...

Peace :D
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So not gonna share the reunion conversation ... fair I suppose.

Mean, but fair.
 
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Elhemeer said:
So not gonna share the reunion conversation ... fair I suppose.

Mean, but fair.
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Not much of a convo, she had paperwork for us to fill, got it to each one individually, looked at me, laughed, dropped the papers and turned around.

We talked later... many times. We used the same smoking corner, shared cigarettes as we did all Summer, carried on being friendly. My colleagues were very jealous, but, there was no bad blood (that I knew of). I was really good with languages, had top grades on Portuguese too, so, adding that motivational company, was just the thing... I never told anyone from where I knew her... just that we were friends.

She married a friend of ours, couple years later, I was in the Army, couldn't go. They moved to France, never heard of them again.

Satisfied?

Peace :D
 
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e6mill said:
I've run into girls out & about whom I know from titty bars before. It's best to pretend you don't recall the name they were using (or too much else about them)... :)
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We never mentioned where we met. Maybe she told her husband later... I dunno... we simply carried on as friends. She was only 3 years older than me. We met in school, a few times in a Disco, always had a good time together. Strangely enough, while she was beautiful and sexy, and I was a young buck, it didn't turn sexual, never even a kiss, aside the friendly ones that are customary in Portugal, one kiss on each cheek as a Hello.
No regrets. But, I do miss her laughter...

Peace :D
 
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FatGiant said:
Not much of a convo, she had paperwork for us to fill, got it to each one individually, looked at me, laughed, dropped the papers and turned around.

We talked later... many times. We used the same smoking corner, shared cigarettes as we did all Summer, carried on being friendly. My colleagues were very jealous, but, there was no bad blood (that I knew of). I was really good with languages, had top grades on Portuguese too, so, adding that motivational company, was just the thing... I never told anyone from where I knew her... just that we were friends.

She married a friend of ours, couple years later, I was in the Army, couldn't go. They moved to France, never heard of them again.

Satisfied?

Peace :D
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Well, the "never heard from again" throws a damper on the whole thing, but otherwise yes.
 
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Well, the "never heard from again" throws a damper on the whole thing, but otherwise yes.
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Yeah, life is like that you know... I moved, many times, made friends here and there... sometimes I wonder if they even remember me... if I still remember them all. Stories, so many stories, pieces of me, pieces of us... Some are a small paragraph, sometimes little more than a side note, scribbled impulsively... others, could be a ten tomes novel, if anyone bothered to write them. In the end, I feel that most of us are just side notes on each others stories, just fleeting impulses, noted down with intention, forgotten forever. Are we the writer? The story? The character? Maybe we are just the ink... with which others write their stories...

Ah well, this was "Thoughts in a rainy night" episode of this week...

Peace :)
 
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