We can’t mess up again on these class trials.
I guess we’ll need to hold someone’s feet who I won’t name to the fire so it doesn’t happen again.
I am not going to be doing this again, as, to my knowledge, any allies of mine who were Wildcards have all achieved their wincons by now.
Also, myself and my allies wish to survive and succeed in the final class trial. So… I have stuff to do
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i would suggest you keep this in mind pkr
poking a bear with a stick is a sure way to get yourself killed
Mate
I’m simply going to do whatever is necessary for me to win
I’ve already past step 1
I understand.
I am basically saying to the Mastermind “Come at me” but if they wish to go for me then I welcome their challenge.
i’ve devised a plan that involves holding the mastermind hostage by forcing them to either add an instant escape motive or lose all chances of preventing the final trial
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doesn’t really matter just hold someone i don’t like in killing distance and give the mastermind a set amount of time to place the motive
Well now
As marshal was falling to his grave, he imparted on me his suspicions of CRich
I have no more reason to despair side now so
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nobody has sufficiently angered me because you had reasons™
but if you started bitching about how you were right and we shouldn’t have killed light i would have murdered you.
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Time for a hot execution, fresh off the press.
Water you waiting for, Trochi?
I will see myself out.
The sound of terrified grunts grabs your attention, as you turn around only to step back in shock at the unexpected scene. Before you stands Mizuno Cho, bound to a wooden cross with tightly coiled strips of bedding. Screams that can’t be vocalized stream from her mouth, muffled as it is by…boxes of matches?
Monokuma steps out from the shadows, a demonic grin stretching across the small bear’s face.
“A little too familiar for you, Mizuno?” he chuckles devilishly.
“After all, what better punishment” Monokuma pauses, savoring the word like a delicacy, “than what you had planned for another?”
The girl struggles futilely, all her violent curses and desperate pleas left unsaid and unheard by her unorthodox gag.
“Pity, no last words?” Monokuma pouts, clearly taking this as a sign.
The duotoned bear hops gleefully up to the bound girl and pulls out a can of gasoline from…somewhere and proceeds to pour it all over her struggling figure.
Monokuma winks at the crowd before pulling out a single match, lighting it and throwing it onto the bound, gagged, gasoline-soaked Mizuno.
“Let there be light!” he proclaims with a crazed laugh.
The match’s small flame ignites, it catches and spreads all over its fuel with a hunger almost living in its ferocity. Tortured screams erupt from the blaze, in the loosest sense of the word. You aren’t even sure the sounds the poor girls making are even human anymore.
But even that’s preferable to when they stop.
Light (Mizuno Cho): the Ultimate Firefighter has died!
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Rip Light. You went out in a blaze of glory my friend.
I thank you for not exposing Min as soon as I told you what went on, due to feeling guilty.
that took way too long to write dear god
pls slap me if i try to do this again trochi write bad
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