Ddlc Easter Eggs Novels & Stories

Eleanor got out of the shower to find Andreas standing shirtless in the middle of the room, his phone in his hands. "What are we looking at?" Eleanor asked, shoving her wet head under his, successfully blocking his sight of the phone. Andreas bumped his head into hers. "Ouch," she rubbed at her head. "Just wait till you crack my skull." He rolled his eyes and said, "Your sister texted. She said to tell you 'DC'." Eleanor gasped, flinching wildly. "A DC movie is showing today! Wanna go?" "A cinema?" She nodded in excitement.

“But not now.” Lily pouted. “You should come someday, Mama has stocked my new room with my favorite dolls. You’d love my Duckling when you see her.” Her large brown eyes peered at him, reminding him of himself. “Duckling?” He chuckled. “Yes. She’s a cute doll with wings.” Scarlet sighed. “Lily, do you want to introduce Elliot to Daddy?” Lucas looked up from the little girl to Scarlet. His eyes lingered on her. She flashed him a grin and he averted his gaze.

I almost bit my lip when I saw it: the web page was black and empty, but the source code said something else. The page is not really blank. Somewhere on the page, there is a full stop. A normal full stop, like you, would find at the end of a sentence. It is black against the black background, but more than that. This is a hyperlink - a link to a subsequent web page. An Easter Egg.

His bitmoji came up in chat, typing, stopped, then blinked again. “Busy. Can’t talk much right now.” I chewed on my lip, “Busy doing what?” I asked before I could stop myself. The reply came quicker this time. “Business. You wouldn’t understand.” “I can understand if you explain,” I typed. “It’s fine,” I sent back. “I just wanted to check on you.” No dots appeared for a long time. Then, “Eve… don’t overthink. I’ll text you when I can.” I stared at the screen long after his bitmoji disappeared, my lips curving into a small smile. He would text me. That had to mean something, right?

"But I don't want to reset you. I want to see what happens if I put you in the **Garden**." He picked up a small, plastic container. It was filled with dirt. But as I looked closer, I saw that the "Dirt" was moving. It wasn't dirt. It was **People**. Millions of tiny, microscopic people, crawling over each other in a small, plastic box. "This is the 'Free-Will' DLC," the boy explained. "There’s no script here. No Shareholders. Just... surviving." He reached for Leo and Elara. "No! Leave them alone!" I shouted.

he asked. "Right. Sorry." Bene hurried forward and held it out. "Here it is, Boss." Declan practically snatched it from his hands. His mind was already racing. The cameras had to have captured something. Someone entering. Someone leaving. The fire starting. Anything. Because right now, possibilities were multiplying faster than he could keep up with them. He opened the laptop and typed in the password. Which, surprisingly, was Elysia's birthday. Declan frowned. He didn't know why he'd made it that.

“I said, 'Have you ever heard of an Eidolon Festival?'” Temporarily pulling her eyes away from the computer screen, Cadence turned to address the spunky little blonde. “A what?” “That’s exactly what I just said!” Jack chuckled from his slumped position on the floor. “It’s so cool!” Drew said, bounding up from the floor and crossing to where Cadence sat in front of the computer. “I saw a flyer the other day at this gas station. We’ve got to check it out!” “Because a gas station is where I always go to meet my entertainment needs,” Jon mumbled sarcastically as Drew shoved her way between Cadence and the computer.

“God, I miss you, Quinn.” “You’re working this weekend, aren’t you?” “I am.” “I have to go over a week before I can see you again?” she blurts, and I can tell she immediately feels bad. “It’s fine. I’ll send you naughty pictures. We can FaceTime, and I found a website that does the casting to make your penis into a sparkly dildo.” “Well, now I know what to get you for your birthday.”

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” His mouth moved some more, but his words meant nothing. They were strange sounds made by an animal that didn’t understand how to communicate. She watched his mouth move, watched his lips stretch and bend and press themselves together. She was reminded of caterpillars. His tongue was pink and wet and somehow earnest, and that earnestness made the muscles of her mouth pull up at the corners, made her want to hold out her arms to him like he was a baby. When Aleta was just a wee one and was learning how to talk . . .