Your name is GeorgeNotFound. You and your friends Dream and Sapnap haven't been on this server for long, but you're already falling in love with your new home.
You hope that things will never change.
It's time to start your day!
This visual Novel contains:
1 - 2 hours of gameplay
Multiple unique endings (find them all!)
So much art. Like, so much
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Game #2 is complete! I hope yall enjoy playing this as much as I enjoyed making it :)
this one goes out to all the c!george lore enthusiasts. yall are real ones
More random lore info about c!George that you probably didn't know: c!George is canonically the youngest member of the Dream Team.
During George's house building stream (the source of all important cGeorge information watch it! Memorize it!) cSam says this:
"George is my youngest roommate child, of course I want him to be King."
cSam's only other roommate at the time was cSapnap, which means that cGeorge is younger than him. This also implies that cDream is the oldest member of the DTeam.
This makes sooo much sense for DTeam's dynamic and kind of explains why both cSapnap and cDream are more protective of cGeorge. It could also explain why cSapnap feels the need to "hide" what cDream did from cGeorge. It's just an interesting thing to consider when talking about their dynamic.
if we're talking about the ethics of eating c!dream's eggs, i feel like c!george would have definitely had an omelette or scrambled eggs and probably dared c!sapnap to eat some, too, specifically because they'd think it's funny and gross.
yk how Dream was a big fan of Purpled and that’s how he joined (real btw)? what if that’s just canonically how it went
Purpled sees that Dream Team playing bedwars and, with nowhere else to go, he offers a deal. He wins against them, he gets into the server. They agree. He rocks their shit and gets in because Dream is mildly impressed at how this deadpan-ass teenager absolutely destroyed their egos (Sapnap especially)
that’s where Purpled meets Punz again after having lost them to Hypixel
c!Dream Team is just, so tragic dude. Imagine growing apart from the people you consider your brothers until eventually your hand is forced to put a sword to your friend's throat. Imagine ruining your life because of a fucked up sense of entitlement and need for control. Imagine drifting farther and farther away from reality, until you can't tell what's real anymore. Imagine having memories of laughter and sunshine while sitting alone on a stormy night.
if you enjoyed this poem consider checking out my dsmp inspired poetry collection on ao3!! :3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41258496/chapters/103440051
“I guess I just missed him, know? Today especially” Sapnap finally finishes lamely, kicking awkwardly at a tree stump, his eyes stinging.
“Oh,” George says, because there’s only ever been one 'him' between Sapnap and George. He hesitates for a moment, like he’s not quite sure what to say. “I miss him too” George says awkwardly.
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Or Karlnapity wedding, but there's c!Dream Team angst too
But what about c!snf (platonically mainly). How do we feel abt them jaur
You have a best friend. You used to have another, but you don't talk about him much because that wound is still too raw and you've already torn the skin further while trying to bandage it (your hands were never meant to heal). That other friend said he didn't care about anyone, so you decide you need to care extra, extra hard to compensate. You swear fealty to your king and your prince and your longest love. You protect his title, then settle for protecting his honor, then for his peace of mind, and then you're not sure what you're protecting anymore but you don't know how to do anything else. You feel like you will never be enough to fill that empty space, no matter how thin you spread yourself. It doesn't stop you from trying. You don't know it, but the fact that you try is the only thing he can still be certain of.
You have a best friend. You used to have another, but you don't talk about him much because every time you do, it feels like you're recording over cherished old footage and the tape is slowly running out. That other friend said he didn't care about anyone, so you decide not to care about anything, either. You're not very good at not caring. You make the friend you still have a knight and watch him fight for your throne. You lose your throne anyway. He keeps fighting, and keeps losing, and you keep floating away into a perpetual haze. You never dream about him, because your dreams these days are cruel and addictive fantasies and as much as you relish them, you don't want those shadows superimposed over his image forever. You don't want him dead. You don't know it, but he is planning to die for you.