Game Thread
Apr 21, 2014 13:36:26 GMT 12
Post by Cloud on Apr 21, 2014 13:36:26 GMT 12
Player List:
1. Nate - Ultimate Silver Tongue
2. NinjasPlayCardGames2 - Ultimate CSI Agent
3. Yarn Witch - Ultimate Bibliophile
4. Teathewitchofdreams - Ultimate Nightmare Witch
5. Zeuswizofmisfortune - Ultimate Good Dog
6. Slayernice - Ultimate Exorcist
7. EphemeralRose - Ultimate STD Awareness
8. Eric Fox - Ultimate Pro Tennis Player
9. Edgar Feral - Ultimate Photographer
10. Sylvia Grace - Ultimate Technician
11. Remus Matthews - Ultimate Screenplay Writer
12. Gregory Alexander - Ultimate Stagehand
13. Lisa Stand - Ultimate Spokesperson
14. Natasha Regent - Ultimate Translator
15. Origen Christopher - Ultimate ?
16. Sorewa Mukuro - Ultimate Lucky Student
A cool breeze pushed through Sorewa like the tingling sensation of nervousness that bundled within her as she stood at the foot of the gate to the most prestigious academy within the nation. A big strong iron gate, connected to an equally looming brick wall that seemed to extend outwards into infinity, was all that stopped Sorewa from her entry into the school she had been invited into as part of a "lottery." Normally, students entering Hope's Peak Academy would have to excel in some brilliant expertise or particular trait, earning those students guaranteed success in life following graduation. But Sorewa was on a completely different level to all the other kids she knew would be attending, she was nothing more but a transfer student, chosen from a sample of millions of kids just as equally bland and normal as her. Of course, had this been any other school, she'd stand out like a sore thumb because of her ethnicity - a feeling not too unknown to her. Very commonly she'd be surrounded by other students asking her "Are you Chinese, or Korean?" But here, Sorewa couldn't shake the feeling that she'd stick out for a completely different reason - because she didn't have anything that made her stand out, at least not anything admirable anyway.
Sorewa pressed her hand against the cold iron bars of the gate, sliding it open, with some effort, letting out a piercing and almost menacing creaking and squeaking of the hinges. She stepped forwards in front of her, only to be caught up on the silence following the gate's cries. Suddenly, all was blank and all was dark. The young student opened her eyes that had, for some unknown reason, been shut tightly. She began to wonder if she had dreamed her entry into the school. Looking around her, seated at a school desk, she found a classroom completely unfamiliar to her, perhaps she'd already gone to the open day meeting, yet why, she thought to herself, did she not remember, and why was she sleeping in the first place? After moving past the intoxicating stupor of her soporific slumber, Sorewa shuffled to her feet, standing upright, and eventually coming to notice something extremely bizarre about her surroundings. There were no windows, or at the very least, where there would be windows was replaced with thick sheets of iron seemingly bolted to the walls. At the very front of the classroom was a large camera, staring right where she stood. The young girl began to worry not only for her safety, but for the safety of everyone else she was intended to meet. Luckily, the door out into the corridor was unlocked, granting her exit from the unsettling scene. Hallways lit with bizarre shades of red, green and pink luminescence disconcerted and confused Sorewa even further, but providing and eerie guidance to the entrance hall - the room the meeting would begin. She threw the door open, and to a slight relief, discovered an assortment of 15 other peculiar and unique looking characters standing before her. But to add to her worries, a large metal vault door blocked exit from the hall to the outside world, and even more cameras scanned across the room.
"Well now, it seems someone else has arrived. Looks like you weren't the latest person to appear after all... Mr... what was your name again? I forgot." A tall and stiffly composed young woman spoke with a strong demeanor to a roughly shaven young man whom was sitting awkwardly on the ground, his assortment of greasy leather jackets and pants one might refer to as clothes providing an even less presentable disposition. If Sorewa knew that one could come in such a rough state, Sorewa wouldn't have gone through so much effort to make her uniform as clean and tidy as it was, though the cleanliness of the staunch and bossy lady only made Sorewa feel as though she didn't tidy herself anywhere near enough.
"You didn't ask for my name the first time. It's Greg, Greg Alexander." The greasy man stood up, scratching his fluffy stubble before extending his arm outwards for a handshake. The tidier lady glared at his hand with a look of scorn before turning her gaze towards Sorewa.
"Well at least one other person her looks mildly presentable... almost. My name's Lisa Stand, Ultimate Spokesperson. I take you're just as confused as we are."
"Yeah. I'm Mukuro Sorewa... I'm the..." Sorewa began to introduce herself before trailing off, beginning to feel her initial sense of intimidation.
"The Lucky Student, I take it? Don't worry about feeling like a fish out of water anymore, it seems we've all endured a strange stroke of luck... if that's what you can call it," A tall young man of strong build emerged from the crowd of students that had been previously observing the menacing vault door, wearing a large black jacket and a leather tie in place of a traditional school uniform. He gave a heart-warming smile to accompanying his comforting words, the scars across his left eyebrow and his facial hair that was in a far better state than Greg's instilled a dissonance when compared to his character, or at least the impression he was giving with his introduction.
"Remus Matthews, the screenwriter."
"Oh! Pleased to meet you!"
As time passed each student started to introduce themselves to each other, the aloof, sarcastic, and cold photographer, the charming and bright technician, and Natasha, the translator who was able to hold a conversation in Sorewa's home language. There was, however, one noticeably quiet student standing in the corner, adorned in a dark grey trench-coat. As Sorewa approached him he gave a disgruntled sigh. Sorewa felt a little offended by that reaction, but he eventually came to coldly reassure her as he began to speak with a deep voice unbecoming of his less-than-average height and stature.
"Sorry. I'm not bothered by you. It's just I was almost convinced I was the lucky student." He gave the occasional glance with his eyes in Sorewa's direction, but never actually turning his body to face her.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't remember anything about myself aside from my name. I thought maybe I was the talent-less luckster, but it looks like you have the honour of knowing your title. The name's Origen, but don't bother asking for my talent, I honestly couldn't tell you." He was blunt, and mildly offensive with his disposition but he didn't seem intentionally hurtful, of course, this fact didn't stop Sorewa from feeling somewhat disheartened.
The rally of introductions came to a sudden halt when a large LCD screen switched on, emitting a loud and painful sound of static and white noise before being replaced with some unfamiliar music similar to a patriotic national anthem, only without any country to put its name to. A childish voice started to resound through the room, bouncing off of the metal walls as the image of a bear appeared upon the screen.
"Uupupupupu~! Welcome students to Hope's Peak Academy! I am your headmaster: Monokuma!" As soon as he announced his bizarre name, a mighty and victorious anthem picked up in tempo and majesty, emphasising the strange introduction. "Now, as you can call probably tell, you've been trapped here. By me. Duh!" As he confirmed everyone's fears a large amount of panicked chatter moved throughout the room.
"Hey! Wait a goddamn second! What do you mean you've trapped us!? We're important people! Let us free!" The spokesperson lifted her voice to a mighty yell, even Sorewa felt like yelling the same question alongside her.
"Excuse me, sweet cheeks, please leave all questions until the end of the presentation. I can't actually answer your question right now as this is a recording so please leave your message after the beep!" Lisa opened her mouth to say something else before furrowing her brow and standing down. If it was a message... then how did "Monokuma" respond like that?
"Now you're probably wondering exactly what you're doing here. And I'm gonna tell ya! After these messages!"
After the strange advert. Monokuma returned to the screen, this time holding a mug with a waft of steam spiraling out of it.
"Now... where was I? OH! That's right! Y'all are gonna live her for the rest of your life-" As soon as he spoke an even louder panicked chatter began to flood the room only to be cut off by Monokuma's speech, this time at an increased volume.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT QUESTIONS!? I CAN'T ANSWER THEM BECAUSE THIS IS A PRE-RECORDED MESSAGE! NOW SHUT UP!" Following his outburst, the room was left in silence. "Ahem, now, you didn't let me finish. Long story short I want you to live here... until one of you kills someone else! AH! HOLD ON HOLD ON DON'T TALK YET! You're gonna kill each other... but here's the catch - only the person that kills can graduate whilst everyone else dies! WAIT FOR IT WE'RE GETTING TO MY FAVOURITE PART! UNLESS... unless you all manage to figure out whodunnit and execute them instead! Capiche? You see, me say capiche is redundant because I can't hear you right now, but I'm just gonna assume you understand loud and clear. Anyway you'll find all the school rules in your Electronic Student ID, of course. Any questions?- OKAY BYE!"
Suddenly the room was left in a dim light after the piercing bright LCD screen shut off abruptly. Everyone panned their gazes towards each of their shocked faces, wondering exactly what they had all gotten themselves into.
1. Nate - Ultimate Silver Tongue
2. NinjasPlayCardGames2 - Ultimate CSI Agent
3. Yarn Witch - Ultimate Bibliophile
4. Teathewitchofdreams - Ultimate Nightmare Witch
5. Zeuswizofmisfortune - Ultimate Good Dog
6. Slayernice - Ultimate Exorcist
7. EphemeralRose - Ultimate STD Awareness
8. Eric Fox - Ultimate Pro Tennis Player
9. Edgar Feral - Ultimate Photographer
10. Sylvia Grace - Ultimate Technician
11. Remus Matthews - Ultimate Screenplay Writer
12. Gregory Alexander - Ultimate Stagehand
13. Lisa Stand - Ultimate Spokesperson
14. Natasha Regent - Ultimate Translator
15. Origen Christopher - Ultimate ?
16. Sorewa Mukuro - Ultimate Lucky Student
A cool breeze pushed through Sorewa like the tingling sensation of nervousness that bundled within her as she stood at the foot of the gate to the most prestigious academy within the nation. A big strong iron gate, connected to an equally looming brick wall that seemed to extend outwards into infinity, was all that stopped Sorewa from her entry into the school she had been invited into as part of a "lottery." Normally, students entering Hope's Peak Academy would have to excel in some brilliant expertise or particular trait, earning those students guaranteed success in life following graduation. But Sorewa was on a completely different level to all the other kids she knew would be attending, she was nothing more but a transfer student, chosen from a sample of millions of kids just as equally bland and normal as her. Of course, had this been any other school, she'd stand out like a sore thumb because of her ethnicity - a feeling not too unknown to her. Very commonly she'd be surrounded by other students asking her "Are you Chinese, or Korean?" But here, Sorewa couldn't shake the feeling that she'd stick out for a completely different reason - because she didn't have anything that made her stand out, at least not anything admirable anyway.
Sorewa pressed her hand against the cold iron bars of the gate, sliding it open, with some effort, letting out a piercing and almost menacing creaking and squeaking of the hinges. She stepped forwards in front of her, only to be caught up on the silence following the gate's cries. Suddenly, all was blank and all was dark. The young student opened her eyes that had, for some unknown reason, been shut tightly. She began to wonder if she had dreamed her entry into the school. Looking around her, seated at a school desk, she found a classroom completely unfamiliar to her, perhaps she'd already gone to the open day meeting, yet why, she thought to herself, did she not remember, and why was she sleeping in the first place? After moving past the intoxicating stupor of her soporific slumber, Sorewa shuffled to her feet, standing upright, and eventually coming to notice something extremely bizarre about her surroundings. There were no windows, or at the very least, where there would be windows was replaced with thick sheets of iron seemingly bolted to the walls. At the very front of the classroom was a large camera, staring right where she stood. The young girl began to worry not only for her safety, but for the safety of everyone else she was intended to meet. Luckily, the door out into the corridor was unlocked, granting her exit from the unsettling scene. Hallways lit with bizarre shades of red, green and pink luminescence disconcerted and confused Sorewa even further, but providing and eerie guidance to the entrance hall - the room the meeting would begin. She threw the door open, and to a slight relief, discovered an assortment of 15 other peculiar and unique looking characters standing before her. But to add to her worries, a large metal vault door blocked exit from the hall to the outside world, and even more cameras scanned across the room.
"Well now, it seems someone else has arrived. Looks like you weren't the latest person to appear after all... Mr... what was your name again? I forgot." A tall and stiffly composed young woman spoke with a strong demeanor to a roughly shaven young man whom was sitting awkwardly on the ground, his assortment of greasy leather jackets and pants one might refer to as clothes providing an even less presentable disposition. If Sorewa knew that one could come in such a rough state, Sorewa wouldn't have gone through so much effort to make her uniform as clean and tidy as it was, though the cleanliness of the staunch and bossy lady only made Sorewa feel as though she didn't tidy herself anywhere near enough.
"You didn't ask for my name the first time. It's Greg, Greg Alexander." The greasy man stood up, scratching his fluffy stubble before extending his arm outwards for a handshake. The tidier lady glared at his hand with a look of scorn before turning her gaze towards Sorewa.
"Well at least one other person her looks mildly presentable... almost. My name's Lisa Stand, Ultimate Spokesperson. I take you're just as confused as we are."
"Yeah. I'm Mukuro Sorewa... I'm the..." Sorewa began to introduce herself before trailing off, beginning to feel her initial sense of intimidation.
"The Lucky Student, I take it? Don't worry about feeling like a fish out of water anymore, it seems we've all endured a strange stroke of luck... if that's what you can call it," A tall young man of strong build emerged from the crowd of students that had been previously observing the menacing vault door, wearing a large black jacket and a leather tie in place of a traditional school uniform. He gave a heart-warming smile to accompanying his comforting words, the scars across his left eyebrow and his facial hair that was in a far better state than Greg's instilled a dissonance when compared to his character, or at least the impression he was giving with his introduction.
"Remus Matthews, the screenwriter."
"Oh! Pleased to meet you!"
As time passed each student started to introduce themselves to each other, the aloof, sarcastic, and cold photographer, the charming and bright technician, and Natasha, the translator who was able to hold a conversation in Sorewa's home language. There was, however, one noticeably quiet student standing in the corner, adorned in a dark grey trench-coat. As Sorewa approached him he gave a disgruntled sigh. Sorewa felt a little offended by that reaction, but he eventually came to coldly reassure her as he began to speak with a deep voice unbecoming of his less-than-average height and stature.
"Sorry. I'm not bothered by you. It's just I was almost convinced I was the lucky student." He gave the occasional glance with his eyes in Sorewa's direction, but never actually turning his body to face her.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't remember anything about myself aside from my name. I thought maybe I was the talent-less luckster, but it looks like you have the honour of knowing your title. The name's Origen, but don't bother asking for my talent, I honestly couldn't tell you." He was blunt, and mildly offensive with his disposition but he didn't seem intentionally hurtful, of course, this fact didn't stop Sorewa from feeling somewhat disheartened.
The rally of introductions came to a sudden halt when a large LCD screen switched on, emitting a loud and painful sound of static and white noise before being replaced with some unfamiliar music similar to a patriotic national anthem, only without any country to put its name to. A childish voice started to resound through the room, bouncing off of the metal walls as the image of a bear appeared upon the screen.
"Uupupupupu~! Welcome students to Hope's Peak Academy! I am your headmaster: Monokuma!" As soon as he announced his bizarre name, a mighty and victorious anthem picked up in tempo and majesty, emphasising the strange introduction. "Now, as you can call probably tell, you've been trapped here. By me. Duh!" As he confirmed everyone's fears a large amount of panicked chatter moved throughout the room.
"Hey! Wait a goddamn second! What do you mean you've trapped us!? We're important people! Let us free!" The spokesperson lifted her voice to a mighty yell, even Sorewa felt like yelling the same question alongside her.
"Excuse me, sweet cheeks, please leave all questions until the end of the presentation. I can't actually answer your question right now as this is a recording so please leave your message after the beep!" Lisa opened her mouth to say something else before furrowing her brow and standing down. If it was a message... then how did "Monokuma" respond like that?
"Now you're probably wondering exactly what you're doing here. And I'm gonna tell ya! After these messages!"
After the strange advert. Monokuma returned to the screen, this time holding a mug with a waft of steam spiraling out of it.
"Now... where was I? OH! That's right! Y'all are gonna live her for the rest of your life-" As soon as he spoke an even louder panicked chatter began to flood the room only to be cut off by Monokuma's speech, this time at an increased volume.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT QUESTIONS!? I CAN'T ANSWER THEM BECAUSE THIS IS A PRE-RECORDED MESSAGE! NOW SHUT UP!" Following his outburst, the room was left in silence. "Ahem, now, you didn't let me finish. Long story short I want you to live here... until one of you kills someone else! AH! HOLD ON HOLD ON DON'T TALK YET! You're gonna kill each other... but here's the catch - only the person that kills can graduate whilst everyone else dies! WAIT FOR IT WE'RE GETTING TO MY FAVOURITE PART! UNLESS... unless you all manage to figure out whodunnit and execute them instead! Capiche? You see, me say capiche is redundant because I can't hear you right now, but I'm just gonna assume you understand loud and clear. Anyway you'll find all the school rules in your Electronic Student ID, of course. Any questions?- OKAY BYE!"
Suddenly the room was left in a dim light after the piercing bright LCD screen shut off abruptly. Everyone panned their gazes towards each of their shocked faces, wondering exactly what they had all gotten themselves into.
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