lagoon visual novel

David Knight has been plagued by dreams his entire life, only to have all memory of them vanish when he awakens. Now the dreams are coming with more frequency, and they seem to be drawing him to the Amazon.<br><br>A scientist with a PhD in ichthyology and a dedication to learning all he can about lungfish, whose existence dates back to the Devonian era, David is determined to see what the Amazon holds. His hopes seem about to be answered when Dr. Carlos Avila contacts him. It seems the Brazilian archeologist discovered the remains of a previously undiscovered species on a tributary of the Amazon, and he’d like nothing better than for David to join the expedition to see if more of the creature can be found.<br><br>Of course David leaps at the opportunity and flies to Pesadelo Bay to join the mismatched team. Once there, he discovers not only does Dr. Avila have his own agenda, but a former conquest as well as a friend who’d saved his life years before are part of the team and are engaged to be married.<br><br>Meanwhile, the need to sail up the Amazon to find what ... or who ... is calling him there has become more and more pressing, and David must decide which is the most important -- learning what Dr. Avila really is searching for, or finding the answer to his dreams?

Lagos the glamorous city of life, where the elites raise their heads but aware of the purple evil lying within. It takes only day for the purple Lagoon to strike and they lose everything they've worked for. It's up to Aurora a famous journalists running away from her own past, to discover who the terrorists are and bring them to justice while trying not to fall in love with the son of the leader of the purple Lagoon

Ima was always a pariah. His obsession with video games and visual novels made him the perfect target for social rejection, leading him to live more within digital worlds than in the harshness of reality. However, his life changes drastically after a failed confession of love ends in a fatal accident. On the threshold of death, Ima receives an offer impossible to refuse: a second chance in exchange for a deal that will alter his existence forever. Waking up seconds before the impact, Ima discovers that he now possesses the abilities of the games he loves so much. Notifications, statistics, and decision points appear before his eyes. But what seems like any fan's dream soon transforms into a lucid nightmare. Ima will not be slow to understand that the mechanics of a visual novel are atrocious when applied to real life. Forced by a power he cannot turn off and dragged by social circumstances beyond his control, he will gradually find himself entangled in dilemmas and problems that will lead him to live a life he never desired.

The author of this novel has unfortunately passed away. The story will go an infinite hiatus. It will remain online as an open source for inspiration for anyone who wishes to reimagine it. Thank you for accompanying the author on their journey.

"Huh,Why I'm Here" The moment i opened my eyes i was in a different world and if this wasn't enough i was in world of the visual novel which i played . Can I survive?

Ketika Keobsesifan Meninggalkan Diriku Setelah kecelakaan mobil, ingatanku tereset ke sepuluh tahun yang lalu—ke sore hari ketika aku mengungkapkan perasaanku pada Caleb Blackwood di pameran seni kelulusanku di NYU. Aku menelusuri setiap aplikasi di ponselku, dengan putus asa berusaha menemukan bukti bahwa Caleb adalah suamiku, tetapi di samping namanya di kontak hanya tertulis label "Pengacara" yang tidak personal. Riwayat percakapan kami benar-benar kosong. Dalam keputusasaan, aku menelepon sahabatku, Maya Chen, untuk bertanya apakah pengakuanku hari itu berhasil. Dia meledak padaku seperti kotak mesiu yang terbakar. "Willow Hayes, apa kau sudah gila? Berhasil? Kau baru saja akan menceraikannya!" Setelah menutup telepon, pikiran pertama yang terlintas di benakku adalah, Wow, aku luar biasa. Aku benar-benar berhasil mendapatkan Caleb Blackwood yang tangguh itu. Pikiran keduaku adalah kebingungan total saat aku menatap surat perceraian dan tiket satu arah ke Florence di meja samping tempat tidur. "Siapa yang menginginkan perceraian? Aku? Apa aku sudah gila?"

When the Obsessiveness Leaves Me After the car accident, my memory reset to ten years ago—to the afternoon I confessed my feelings to Caleb Blackwood at my NYU graduation art exhibition. I scoured every app on my phone, desperately trying to find proof that Caleb was my husband, but next to his name in my contacts was just an impersonal "Lawyer" tag. Our chat history was completely blank. In desperation, I called my best friend, Maya Chen, to ask if my confession that day had been successful. She exploded at me like a lit powder keg. "Willow Hayes, have you lost your mind? Successful? You're about to divorce him!" After hanging up, the first thought that flashed through my mind was, Wow, I'm amazing. I actually managed to land the formidable Caleb Blackwood. My second thought was sheer confusion as I stared at the divorce papers and a one-way ticket to Florence on the nightstand. "Who wants a divorce? Me? Have I lost my mind?"

In the monsoon-choked ruins of 2091 Bangalore, now Indra-17 memory is the last currency, and forgetting is punishable by law. Anaya Kane is a low-caste memory archivist working for the Office of Public Memory, a government body tasked with extracting, digitising, and sanitising the minds of the dying. Her job is bureaucratic, thankless, and increasingly disturbing especially as her assigned memories begin bleeding into her waking life. Faces she’s never seen know her name. Murmurs follow her home. And somewhere in the static between archived minds, something ancient is calling: Naale Baa come tomorrow. When a corrupted memory file shows a woman in a yellow sari whispering secrets from the future, Anaya begins to question everything the stability of her mind, the integrity of her memories, and whether she’s truly human at all. Worse, others in the archive have started to vanish. One by one. As urban legends of the churel and Naale Baa resurface, recast through corrupted implants and neural ghosts, Anaya is caught in a slow unraveling of identity, truth, and time. The memory government wants obedience. The city wants silence. But something old, hungry, and half-remembered wants her. To survive, Anaya must confront a haunting reality: she is no longer the archivist of memory she may be its final archive.

See the world through the eyes of our unnamed protagonist, who wakes up being subjected to the fate of a visual novel protagonist: forced to make a choice of the lesser evil and be inexplicably surrounded by cute girls he had never seen before. Will his choices lead to a start of rose-colored wonderful harem life? Or will he take the path of mayhem and learn the truth behind this Phenomenon? It's really up to the choices he makes!

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"