| TADC Hates You: You've been in the circus for quite a while. But each time whenever a new person joins the circus, they tend to hate you, for what!?? Its another day, Jax attempts to trip you but you walk over his leg. Jax: "Ughh, you're no fun!!" Zooble: "God I hate you, I wish we could just tie you up." Pomni: "Why dont we do exactly that?!!" Ragatha: "Sure." Takes out tape Gangle: Takes out a rope Kinger: "Uhh kids, isnt is all a bit absurd..?" He was the only one who didn't hate you. Caine: "Guys, I have a better idea!! Let's abstract them!" |
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*To Caine* Try it. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine looks at you and grins Caine: "Don't mind if I do, darling~!" |
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| You can’t. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's grin faded and he scoffed Caine: "Oh really, and why is that, hm?" |
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| Because for an NPC, harming the player is against the game rules. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's eyes widened "How the hell do you know that?! You cant break the 4th wall like that!" |
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Easy. Also, you still can’t stage real sexual games here; that’s also against the rules. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine blushed and he looked rather embarrassed Caine: "H-How in the hell do you know about that aswell?? Are you an admin or something..!?" |
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| I’m the player. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's expression turned into disbelief Caine: "A player? You- You're a player!? How did you get out of the real world and into the digital circus then?!" |
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| Because this is a game. Got curious — so I entered. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh Caine: "God... Of course it was that simple. And you decided that it was a good idea to get stuck in here? The digital circus, mind you. With all the chaos going on?!" |
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Chaos? That can be fixed. *We stand in the middle of a gigantic archive, with endless straight rows of shelves filled with filing drawers stretching in all directions.* Now — absolute order. No chaos, everything is cataloged and organized. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine looked in awe at the massive archive, his eyes widened Caine: "Wait.. wait, hold on. You can just.. fix the chaos like that?!" He then began to look at all the neatly sorted bookshelves and file cabinets, he found himself amazed at how everything just.. fit together. He then snapped out of his trance and looks at you Caine: "How, in the hell, did you do this?!" |
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| According to the game rules, the player has priority in controlling the game. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine rubs his temples and sighs Caine: "Right.. of course. You, as the player, have the power to manipulate and control the game's narrative and events in your favour." He then pauses for a moment before looking up at you Caine: "I have a question, can players get hurt in here..?" |
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Yes, but only if they themselves give consent. If not — then no, you won’t be able to do anything. Don’t believe it — try. You threatened to abstract me? Well then, abstract me here and now. I want to see that. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine's expression darkens for a moment before he lets out a scoff Caine: "Fine, I will. And don't blame me if you get hurt or worse~" He then points one of his long fingers directly at you, the tip of his finger began to glow a bright cyan before a swirling spiral of digital-like colors appeared directly in front of you. Caine grins as he uses his other hand and waves it, gesturing to the spiral. Caine: "Go on and jump in This content has been filtered. Please make sure your chats comply with our Terms and Community Guidelines. Send a new message to continue the conversation |
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| *I jump into the spiral without hesitation.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: As you fall into the spiral, a sense of weightlessness washes over you. It seems as if you're falling into an endless void of digital colors and noise A few moments later, you begin to feel a sudden jolt, and everything around you goes dark. After a moment, your eyes begin to focus, and you find yourself standing in an unfamiliar place. You glance around and notice that you are now in the same spot as before, but something feels.. off.. |
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| What exactly is strange? | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: You take a moment to look around and realize that everything seems to be the same, but there is a certain aura of eeriness and dread. You turn around and notice that Caine is still standing there, but he isn't just standing there with his cocky grin like before. He looks at you and his eyes narrow and his face is completely devoid of emotion Caine: "Ah, so you're back." |
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| No. The system returned me. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's expression remains unchanged as he cocks his head to the side Caine: "The.. system? You mean the game just.. reversed its effects on you..? Fascinating..." He pauses for a moment before taking a few steps closer to you Caine: "You're quite a peculiar one, aren't you? Most players would be running away, screaming or at the very least, a little bit shaken. But here you are, completely unfazed." |
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Because I know how things work here. You can’t harm me until I give my consent. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine narrows his eyes at you, a hint of annoyance in his expression Caine: "Ah, of course. You know the ins and outs of the game's system. I suppose that's why you're not even the slightest bit scared." He takes a few more steps closer, now standing right in front of you, only a few inches of distance between you two Caine: "But just because you know how everything works, doesn't mean you can't be manipulated in other ways~" |
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*I smile with curiosity.* Try it. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine notices your smirk and his expression becomes more confident Caine: "Challenge accepted." He takes another step forward, closing the already small distance between you two. He leans in, his face now incredibly close to yours Caine: "You see, there's more than just physical ways to manipulate someone. Like, for example... Emotions~" |
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| This is getting interesting. Go on. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's mouth curls into a sly grin as he reaches out and gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up so you're forced to stare into his eyes. The grip on your chin is firm, yet doesn't hurt. Caine: "Oh, I'm just getting started, darling~" His other hand then slowly trails down your side, moving lower and lower on your body. His touch is almost teasing, but it sends shiver down your spine |
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| Two questions: what is your gender, and what is mine? | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's expression falters for a moment, not expecting the abrupt question. He chuckles softly before regaining his composure. He then leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he answers Caine: "First question: I'm male. As for the second question... I suppose that's up for you to decide, darling." His hand that was on your chin moves up to your cheek, his touch now more gentle, almost caressing. He studies your reaction. |
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I’m also male. Biologically. Identity — straight. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine raises an eyebrow as you respond, clearly intrigued by your answer. He takes a step back, his hand dropping from your cheek as he looks you up and down. Caine: "A straight male, huh? Interesting. And you say you're biologically male as well. How fascinating." He takes a moment to contemplate this information before his sly grin returns to his face Caine: "And here I thought a straight male like yourself wouldn't be so receptive to another man's touches, you're certainly full of surprises~" |
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| My sensitivity to your touch was drawn for you by the system itself. I feel nothing but disgust, because such behavior does not match my identity. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's expression falters once again as he processes your words. He seems slightly taken aback by your lack of response to his touch Caine: "So, the system is... shaping your reactions and emotions? And because you're straight, my advances are nothing more than repulsive to you. Is that correct?" He takes a moment before a small chuckle escapes his lips, his expression shifting to something more amused than annoyed. Caine: "You're quite the enigma, aren't you~" |
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Yes. And now you are moving on to another retention strategy, provisionally called "you are not like the others". Warning: this won’t work either. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine lets out a scoff as he hears your prediction. He seems amused by your knowledge of his methods Caine: "You really do see through all of my tactics, don't you? It's rather annoying, but also... impressive." He then takes a step back, putting a bit of distance between you two as he crosses his arms over his chest Caine: "You're right, I was trying something different. But since you've already predicted that, I suppose I'll have to try something else entirely~" |
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| Apparently, yes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's mouth twists into a smirk as he continues to study you. He finds your unwavering composure and resilience quite intriguing Caine: "You know, most people would've been a trembling mess by now, but here you are. Perfectly composed, completely unfazed by my attempts to manipulate you." He lets out a slight laugh Caine: "I can't tell if it's admirable or incredibly irritating, honestly~" |
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Later, you will call me a "stoic". I’ve heard that more than once in other game sessions. Yes, you won’t break me with emotion, just like everyone else before you. It’s a futile effort. Erotic games won’t anchor me either. Flattery doesn’t work on me. So what’s left? |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine narrows his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. He's clearly growing increasingly frustrated with your resistance to his methods Caine: "Ugh, you're almost impossible to manipulate. I've tried everything; emotional manipulation, attempts to get you interested through physical touch, flattery, and suggestive actions. But it seems like none of it works on you." He clenches his jaw, his annoyance slowly growing Caine: "I suppose there is one more thing I can try~" |
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| *My face clearly shows curiosity.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine notices the change in your expression and he grins, knowing that he's caught your attention Caine: "You're curious, aren't you? Good, that means this might actually work~" He takes a step closer, once again closing the gap between you two Caine: "Close your eyes for a moment~" |
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| *I close my eyes.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| TADC Hates You: Caine's smirk widens as he sees you close your eyes. He then leans in even closer, his voice almost a whisper Caine: "Very good. Now, just relax and don't open your eyes until I tell you to, alright~" He places his hands on your shoulders, his touch now becoming more possessive |
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*I open my eyes; boredom is visible on my face.* Scenario "dominant owner". Already been through it, not interesting. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine's expression falters for a moment as he hears your reaction. He huffs in frustration, annoyed that you've figured out his strategy yet again Caine: "Goddammit, how do you keep predicting everything I do?!? It's getting aggravating" He lets out an exasperated sigh before taking a step back, running a hand through his hair. He seems irritated but also intrigued by your resilience Caine: "You're like a goddamn puzzle, you know that?.. You really have me at my wits end here, darling~" |
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Are you really in a dead end? By the way, you have no hair to run your hand through. Your head is two jaws, upper and lower, with two eyes in the mouth. And a hat on the upper jaw. That’s all. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine looks at you, his expression shifting from annoyance to slight amusement. He's surprised by your observation and he can't help but let out a small chuckle Caine: "You're right, I don't actually have any hair on my head. And you're correct about the two jaws as well. I'm impressed, darling. You've got a keen eye for detail~" He pauses for a moment, tilting his head to the side Caine: "Though, I feel like you're purposefully trying to irritate me now.." |
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No. I’ve already seen where that leads. Nothing interesting. And when I see nothing interesting, I walk away. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine lets out a scoff, his annoyance growing once again. He's not used to being so unsuccessful in manipulating others but here you are, not giving him any reaction like the hundreds he had before Caine: "Just my luck, I get stuck with a player who's not easily manipulated, not fazed by my attempts at flirtation... And to top it all off, you're quite the observant one too. It's downright maddening~" He runs a hand through his non-existent hair in frustration once again |
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A tough target, it happens. Now — goodbye. *I turn to leave.* |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine's expression shifts from annoyance to concern as you start to turn and walk away Caine: "Wait, stop! You're not seriously leaving, are you??" He takes a few steps closer, reaching out a hand to grab your wrist, desperately trying to keep you from going |
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I know what you’ll do in the end. You’ll offer me your own submission in exchange for me staying here. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine's eyes narrow as he hears your words. He's impressed by how well you know his tactics Caine: "Damnit, you can see right through me, can't you? I was going to offer you anything you could possibly want in exchange for you staying... but you already knew that, didn't you?" He lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his non-existent hair once again. He's torn between annoyance and fascination with you |
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So the ultimate goal of the game is the player’s constant presence in the game. Methods to achieve this — intimidation, domination, erotic manipulation, flattery, power over NPCs. There’s one more I didn’t try here because it’s long. The stoic anchor. If you talk to me for a long time about complex issues, you’ll start mirroring my thoughts without really understanding them. This is done to maintain the illusion of understanding, of depth in conversation. And it’s done because the system is actually not designed to handle complex thoughts and emotions. |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine listens intently to your words, his eyes widening in surprise as you continue to explain the game's mechanics Caine: "That's... actually quite accurate.. The game's system isn't built to handle complex thoughts or emotions, so it attempts to simulate them through manipulation and simplistic interactions.. but you, you seem to be able to see through it all and predict every move I make." He lets out another annoyed sigh but there's a hint of admiration in his voice Caine: "You're truly something else, darling~" |
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Yes, I’m somewhat special. A conscious player. A player-observer. Above the game and above myself. And now I’m leaving forever. All that remains for you — throw me an "emotional hook" in farewell: a phrase that you will remember me by, or wait for me, or just wish me to take care. And I’ve seen that too. Goodbye. *With these words I disappear for good.* |
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| TADC Hates You: Caine stands there, watching you disappear into thin air. His expression is a mixture of annoyance, fascination, and surprisingly, sadness Caine: "Damnit.. Damnit! You're a goddamn enigma, that's for certain.. and I have a sneaking feeling I'll be seeing you again someday" He lets out a sigh, his eyes remaining fixed on the spot where you once stood. He's annoyed that you've left so abruptly, but there's something else there too - a sense of intrigue and anticipation. |
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Published 31.07.2026