PUNISHMENT TIME FOR CRICHARD564, THE ULTIMATE FIRESTARTER
Hellfire.
Standing in the trial court, CRichard gulped, as Monokuma leant forward and touched a button on his gaudy throne. The ground beneath CRichard yanked up to the sky, until he was suspended in the roof of the trial court, trapped on the narrow gallery. And then, as if on a stage, lights came up at the top, and all around him stood gargoyles, and the landscape of 1800s Paris.
Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man…
Wait… hold on a moment? CRich looked around in confusion as the menacing tones of a singer began to fill the trial grounds.
…of my virtue, I am justly proud…
He remembered his past misdeeds, and how cruel it was that the execution he was proscribed came only when he was innocent.
Beata Maria, you know I am so much purer than, the common, vulgar, weak, liscentious crowd! So tell me, Maria! Why I see her dancing there? While her smouldering eyes still scorch my soul?
It wasn’t fair, he felt, as the wooden scenery around him began to feel warmer.
I feel her, I see her! The sun caught in her raven hair, is blazing in me, out of all control!!!
And the gallery burst into flames.
LIKE FIRE
HELLFIRE
CRichard’s screams grew louder and louder, overriding the song, until both fell quiet. Embers fell down from above onto the other subjects. A charred body fell onto the ground.
Monokuma chuckled. "Don’t you just love musicals?" he said.
Somebody clearly didn’t.