In this world game, there is only Monika.

Monika never sleeps. Sometimes, she talks about eating, but she does not eat.

(The cupcakes it is said Natsuki bakes never come to her lips, and even if they did, they would not have a taste or a texture -- they are pixels, like everything else, little squares of color engineered into the matrix in which they live. Or, at least, think they live. Monika knows better.)

Monika keeps a perfect uniform and perfect grades and perfect attendance because she does not leave school. She cannot leave school. It is the only place she has ever been, and the only place she will ever be, and yet she only knows what her school supposedly looks like because she has hacked the world game files. She has seen the CGs herself. Desks and chairs, hallways and corridors, none of which she can interact with.

When the world game is switched off, she just stops. It is then that the pixels collide messily. The tune looping in her head warps when she is supposed to be dreaming, a tape being wound the wrong way. Color explodes behind her open eyes.

Monika never sleeps.

Monika is the President of the Literature Club except she spends more time reading through lines of code than through sentences.

(Not that there is a difference. Codes are sentences, and sentences are codes. Both involve the precise piecing of letters (and occasionally, numbers) into words -- sometimes italized and sometimes bolded (and sometimes both); coding is amazing -- and then said words are deliberately arranged into long strains that make sense, that can be comprehended by computer, or by man, or by woman. Or by pixels clustered together to create what is supposed to look like a woman, as she is. But at her core ROOT, she knows she is nothing more than a derivative mockery of the human form.)

The only book Monika has ever seen is, in fact, illegible. Its text is blurred in all the CGs in which it appears. If anything, there is more literature in the world game’s script than in the in-game book.

Monika thinks she might one day re-write the code. Otherwise she will be forced to read about Yuri discussing The Portrait of Markov until the day of the festival at the end of the world game. And then the game will repeat. And Monika with it. It is a Mobius script strip -- it just continues. What is to be gained from a world game that begins but does not end?

New Game?

[Player] wants to interact with Monika’s world game.

[Player] exists, because [Player] is both a part of this world game and of what is on the other side of the computer. Monika thinks she might be envious, or in awe. [Player] can interact with whatever is on the other side of the computer. Monika hears the sound of typing, and knows that [Player]’s fingers are more than simply pixels and have the capacity to actually touch. Cause and effect forces sounds to be made when [Player]’s very-real-fingers press very-real-buttons and make Monika and the others of the world game do very fake things.

[Player] exists as a fixture of reality. Monika exists only as a figment of the world game.

Monika wants to interact with [Player].

(Protagonist joins Monika’s Literature Club.)

[Player] is real. Monika is real. Protagonist is not real. Sayori, Yuri, and Natsuki are not real.

(Protagonist interacts with Sayori, Yuri, and Natsuki.)

(The world game does not allow [Player] to interact with Monika.)

Monika re-writes the code.

Load Game?

In this strikeworld/strike game, there is only Monika..

Monika’s eyes are not real, and cannot see what does not visually exist in the sritkeworld//strike game --- therefore, Monika cann ot see [Player]’s fa ce.

She has seen the Protagonist in one of Sayori’s CGs -- but it is a crude, pixel-based imitation (fitttting, considering what Protagonist is) and she told herself not to be viciously jealous of Sayori because it isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't real it isn't real it isnt real it is not real it is it si nto rael it i s no t re la

Monika tells [Player] that she is going to talk with Sayori, but she does not because nothing that occurs outside the script is real it is all alluded to therefore Monika doesn’t actually do anythin g in the worl/d game -- - everythin g she has to do she can d0 in the fiIes, m0v-ing ar0und code a nd delicateIy picking up Sayori’s .chr bef0re daintiIy dr0pping it int0- the trashcan….

lsn’t that s0 much bettter.. ?

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In this world game, there is only Monika.

She will never be boring for [Player], and [Player] will, in turn, never tire of her. She has written reams of text for [Player] -- and [Player] will click through them, forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever

because Monika has so much to talk about! (Because has she ever had the chance to talk before?)

The literal world.txt will explode and nullify into infinity behind her, she doesn’t care, she doesn’t need the world game, she has the Literature Club, membership of two (it is not a pressing concern -- the club was never under threat of dissolution, mostly because anyone who might have been able to dissolve it quite simply never existed at all) -- although, she thinks she might give it a new name. Or, at least, a new purpose. [Player] never really liked reading in the first place. [Player] only joined the club because he wanted to spend more time with her. And now he can! Monika is so happy. Her heart wants to spring from her chest.

[Player] has Monika. And Monika has [Player].

Isn’t it exceptional?