Battle Royale

[fuckaround_luckout]

[You wake up sitting at a normal school desk, in a sterile school room. Maybe you drooled a bit!

There is something on the desk with you.

There is a thick, metallic collar around your neck.

There are other 'students' in generic school uniforms also sleeping at desks around you.


Once you lift your head you will notice a simple message on the whiteboard.

"Only one can leave.

Good luck!"


Your memory may or may not be fuzzy. You definitely can't remember how you got here, or where you are, but perhaps you can't remember the last few weeks, months, or years. Perhaps you can't remember anything! It's fine. Don't you have other things to worry about?]

Comments

[afailedmurder]

[immediately picking up the army knife on his desk]

[fuckaround_luckout]

[at the desk next to you, idly unboxing a dart game, perks up when he sees you move though]

Ah, someone else is finally awake. Good morning!

[afailedmurder]

[straightening up]

What is this?

[fuckaround_luckout]

[idly scratches his cheek with the pointy tip of a dart]

Well... it's not as if I was given any special information. But if I had to guess, I would say it's a killing game.

[maryhadalilgun]

Well this is unsavory.

[afailedmurder]

Aptly put.

[maryhadalilgun]

I'm glad some of us are staying calm, at least.

[fuckaround_luckout]

[sitting at his desk, unboxing a dart game like he hasn't got a care in the world]

[soulfriend]

[As for this guy, he wakes up next to a plastic hammer, rubs his face, lifts his head, sees the blackboard, and just starts fucking screaming.]

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[So like, maybe you were already awake, or maybe you're awake now.]

[fuckaround_luckout]

[oh wow]

It's just like you to be so energetic....

[soulfriend]

WAUGHGUGH!

[that is the sound of him noticing Komaeda is in the room with him and having the only correct reaction to this revelation.]

Don't sneak up on me like that, man! How can you be so calm at a time like this?!

[maryhadalilgun]

Settle down!

[soulfriend]

WWAAAAUUGGHHHHGHHHHH!

[in response, that, and also him gesturing wildly at the whiteboard. there's your answer!!]

[gonnadeckem]

The fuck?

[ fucked up... Fucked up and some bad pings for sure, but even so he's curling his hand around the stun baton on his desk ]

They can't really expect us to go through wit' this, right?

[fuckaround_luckout]

[there is a guy sitting chilly at his desk chatting with other students, all of whom are more upset than he is, waves at you a bit]

Does it seem that impossible?

[gonnadeckem]

[ Huffs ]

A course it is! Listen, you don't gotta tell me that there's some real shitty people in the world, but most people are okay.

[maryhadalilgun]

"They" can expect whatever they like.

[gonnadeckem]

Well... Sure, course they can. I guess what I was tryin' ta say was, there's no way we're all gonna agree ta this.

[maryhadalilgun]

[ inspecting her knife. at least it's a nice knife. ]

How very foreboding.

[fuckaround_luckout]

It's quite a high level... I wonder how serious it is.

[maryhadalilgun]

"Deadly" would be my first guess.

[faithandhopeand]

[ fiddles around with her collar until it explodes, taking her head off. ]

[fuckaround_luckout]

...ah, so that is what they do.

[maryhadalilgun]

God damn it.

[faithandhopeand]

[ slumps out of her seat and falls to the ground ]