Welcome to the 8th MetaCouncil visual novel book club!
For this book club we will be reading Seabed, a yuri mystery story told from three perspectives: That of a designer plagued by hallucinations of her past lover; that of a psychiatrist researching the workings of human memories; and that of the former lover, who has been rapidly forgetting her past. Seabed was originally released in 2015 by paleontology and developed a small cult following in the west. In 2017, the novel was released in English by Fruitbat Factory due to this, with a translation by the late Conjueror.
The novel is approximately 130k words in English and is categorized as a medium-length visual novel (10-30 hours) on VNDB. Bookclub participants can obtain Seabed on Steam, Itch.io, and on the Nintendo Switch.
This is an informal book club, so there is no fixed schedule; you simply read the novel at your own pace, and share your thoughts along the way or when you are done reading. Just remember to use spoiler tags liberally. For general information and past and future book clubs, please see the main MetaCouncil Book Club thread; the main thread includes a preliminary schedule for the rest of 2020, but suggestions are very welcome for 2020 and beyond.
The novel is approximately 130k words in English and is categorized as a medium-length visual novel (10-30 hours) on VNDB. Bookclub participants can obtain Seabed on Steam, Itch.io, and on the Nintendo Switch.
This is an informal book club, so there is no fixed schedule; you simply read the novel at your own pace, and share your thoughts along the way or when you are done reading. Just remember to use spoiler tags liberally. For general information and past and future book clubs, please see the main MetaCouncil Book Club thread; the main thread includes a preliminary schedule for the rest of 2020, but suggestions are very welcome for 2020 and beyond.
The Story
I saw a ghost in the living room.
But as I was already used to the phenomenon, I did not let it interfere with the preparation of my evening meal.
The ghost ate my fried egg and commended its taste.
As I listened to her talk, my memories drifted back to the days we were still together.
Back when we were in school, she asked me what was necessary for the two of us to be together.
A small workplace that we could make a living from without relying on anyone.
A silent apartment where we would have the freedom to do what our hearts desired.
I told her that.
In the late eighties – during the economic boom – the small design company we founded was doing surprisingly well.
We visited all the places we talked about when we were in school – the southern islands, the old European cities, the West Coast.
We went wherever we wanted, seeing whatever we sought.
Alone in that spacious living room, I attempted to figure out why it all ended this way.
Why those days when nothing could stand in our way faded into the past.
I no longer felt like I could do everything.
The world had grown complicated. Even simple matters became difficult.
The rules we had established in the past no longer seemed to apply, and the castle we built for ourselves crumbled to dust.
"What is necessary for us to be together?" – the ghost asked me.
We need to make a new place for ourselves.
A place no one can destroy.
Let's make it a place that no one else can reach.
And so, I inconspicuously proceeded with the plan.
In a place so deep below the surface that no one else can find it.
[Taken from the Fruitbat Factory product page]
But as I was already used to the phenomenon, I did not let it interfere with the preparation of my evening meal.
The ghost ate my fried egg and commended its taste.
As I listened to her talk, my memories drifted back to the days we were still together.
Back when we were in school, she asked me what was necessary for the two of us to be together.
A small workplace that we could make a living from without relying on anyone.
A silent apartment where we would have the freedom to do what our hearts desired.
I told her that.
In the late eighties – during the economic boom – the small design company we founded was doing surprisingly well.
We visited all the places we talked about when we were in school – the southern islands, the old European cities, the West Coast.
We went wherever we wanted, seeing whatever we sought.
Alone in that spacious living room, I attempted to figure out why it all ended this way.
Why those days when nothing could stand in our way faded into the past.
I no longer felt like I could do everything.
The world had grown complicated. Even simple matters became difficult.
The rules we had established in the past no longer seemed to apply, and the castle we built for ourselves crumbled to dust.
"What is necessary for us to be together?" – the ghost asked me.
We need to make a new place for ourselves.
A place no one can destroy.
Let's make it a place that no one else can reach.
And so, I inconspicuously proceeded with the plan.
In a place so deep below the surface that no one else can find it.
[Taken from the Fruitbat Factory product page]
Walkthrough
Seabed is a kinetic novel, meaning that no walkthrough is needed.
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