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Demo Update (April, 24, 2025): Episode 2
Added: +150k (including code + duplicate job scenes with text variations)
TOTAL: 303,452 WORDS
Here is episode 2. The demo is over 300,000 words and since the last update I've learned the trick of separating files so there will likely be errors and maybe some inconsistencies/continuity errors. Please give me a heads up if you do find any error or typo. I will be looking for beta testers in the future. This is my first IF so I'm still learning as I go.
After fixing everything, I remain uncertain about the stats. A large part of me doesn't want visible stats at all since there's so many I can use, limiting myself to a couple is making it difficult to balance them. If anyone has any suggestions from other IFs or from experience, I'm happy to hear them.
In this episode:
See the aftermath of episode 1's cliffhanger.
Get a taste of what work is going to look like now that you're starting...and learn news of a possible promotion opportunity. The seeds of a rivalry are planted.
Meet two new people that may or may not become regular faces in your life.
Meet G (editor route)
Go to a club with your roommates to cheer up.
Play Apt. 502 here.
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Life or Death? ‼️

please stop I need your support to stand with my family in this bad situation ‼️
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #523 )✅️
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We don't even know anymore. Khaled, my little one, has started pronouncing the word "bombing," and it terrifies me.
I'm Jehad a father of two kids and lost everything because of war here in Gaza. I am now trying to rebuild some of it. With your kidness everything comes true ❤️❤️
We need to raise total of $100,000. Every dollar you contribute will make a tangible difference in our lives.
Please do your best to save my family and students we are waiting for your support. ❤️🙏
I’m not here to beg or list every detail—because even an entire newspaper wouldn’t be enough. The images on TV screens and the stories you see online already tell you so much about what we endure. But no matter how much you see, you’ll never truly feel what we feel. And I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.
We are victims of conflicts we never chose. We love life—deeply, desperately—as long as we’re allowed to live it. We don’t want war, we don’t want destruction. All we want is a future. A future for ourselves, for our children—a future like every other human being deserves.






Everything is expensive and I need support follow you guys 🙏🙏❤️❤
Every dollar you contribute will make a tangible difference in our lives. Your donations can ensure that this newborn baby has a chance at survival and that can provide my children with the necessities they deserve.
How You Can Help
In this moment of despair, I reach out to you—not just as a stranger, but as a fellow human being. Our humanity connects us, and compassion knows no boundaries. Your kindness, no matter how small, can bring a glimmer of hope to our lives, shattered by war.
Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Even a Little Means Everything
We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
Jehad ❤️
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🇵🇸 Hello friends 🇵🇸
I am Maram Nabulsi from Gaza, a 18-year-old girl. My home in Khan Younis was destroyed, and I found myself and my family living in a camp for displaced people in Mawasi Khan Younis, under the scorching sun, inside a tent swaying in the wind. 🇵🇸
Every day is a new battle. I was deprived of studying for my last year in school📚👩🎓 and graduating from it, my dream of joining the human medicine 🏥🩺specialization was taken away from me, my hopes and dreams have faded since the outbreak of these damned events on October 7. 🇵🇸
I feel as if the world has abandoned me, and no one cares. In our small tent, we are under physical and emotional siege. Every night I reach my hands to the sky, and ask God to give me the strength to overcome this nightmare, I need your help to save my life and complete my dream abroad 🍉🇵🇸


Please donate +30$ to save my life♥️🌿
Verified by @beesandwatermelons - Line #207
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What Strength Really Means 💪
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️
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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.



Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
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Incubus Chapter 6.5
(A small glimpse into Flea’s POV sometime between Chapter 6 and 7. For mature readers only.)
Flea usually woke first. It used to be a matter of practicality—while his ex-meal was sleeping, he could snoop around their place, see if they had anything useful just lying around; could slip into the bathroom, wash himself off in the sink, give himself fresh eyeliner if he was lucky. If they seemed like a particularly soft touch he’d push his luck and throw his clothes in their washing machine, or risk stealing a new pair of socks from the bottom of a drawer.
Now was different. Flea would wake first and, instead of hurrying out of bed, he’d linger. He’d turn slowly, silent against the sheets, and watch the detective’s face in the faint pre-dawn light, gauging how long he had until their eyes would flutter open. He’d place a hand in the space between him and them, splay his fingers, and wonder since when distance had become something he no longer cherished.
This morning the detective’s brow was wrinkled, their face drawn in the faint distress of an unseen dream. Without thinking, Flea’s hand closed the gap between them. He brushed their forehead with his fingertips, rubbing gently between their eyes.
“Shhh,” he murmured. “No nightmares allowed.”
A pained sound escaped the detective’s throat, then their face went slack. Flea withdrew slowly, tucking his hand back against himself, on his side of the bed. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes until little fireworks were blooming under his eyelids.
You’re cooked, man. His toes curled. You’re fucked.
Until Chapter 7...
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If 7 could go back in time... would they rather prevent their past self from befriending MC or prevent the break-up?
if ur asking now then they would choose to prevent their past self from befriending MC, as we know seven is an all or nothing kind of person
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cove locks in a lil too hard
this posts been making the rounds on my x, so i figured why not put it here as well since i now remember my tumblrs existence MHMH!! expect a little bit of an art dump, its been awhile!
og meme ref @/handji_kyle on x
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The smile is the brightest you've seen from your manager.
so how about that sneak peek. anyone else feeling normal after that @infamous-if chapter 4 sneak peek.
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You don’t think that makes G a bad person?
who cares
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So this is super important I saw on reddit and cog
https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/dashingdon-free-choicescript-game-hosting/9250/798
Yeah anybody on dashingdon needs to see this
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