Post by Admin Hero on Mar 16, 2018 15:08:25 GMT -5
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is anything sacred?
The group isn’t sure what to expect by the time the elevator has come to a stop and yet when the elevator jerks to a stop, throwing Liam to the ground yet again and the doors open it’s not...quite what you had in mind. The room was bright, that was the first thing you notice, especially after the darkened elevator you had all just come from before your eyes are drawn to the large elephant in the room. Well, bear. Monokuma is strutting along a model runway decked to the nines in the fanciest, flashiest clothes some of you ever seen a person wear, much less a bear. Kuma reaches the point where he’s standing right in front of the group of twelve and strikes a pose with one paw on his hip and pauses for dramatic effect.
“Welcome aspiring queens, to the latest installation of Monokuma’s Drag Race™, the world’s favorite bloodsport game show where you compete for fabulous prizes!”
Monokuma seems to pause as if he was expecting a rousing round of applause, but instead he’s just met with a lot of blank stares. By now it was quite clearly that the abnormal was the accepted norm around these parts but there had to be a limit to the weirdness, didn’t there?
“Hhmph, everyone’s a critic. A bear goes through all of this work, wearing his claws to the bone and this is the respect he gets? But fine, if you want to stand there with your mouth agape like dumb farm animals stuck in the mud, we might as well get to the fun part, The fabulous grand prize you’ll all be fighting and killing over this time!”
Some of the group start to raise objections that they wouldn’t dream of murder, or start to insult the bear because that had worked so many times before but Monokuma quickly continues on like he had never been interrupted. “Kids today, if I know anything about them it’s that you’re very materialistic. With your Xbones, and Pee-Ess fores, and Nintendo Witches, all you want is stuff worth money. Well, Monokuma Enterprises has just the thing for you!”
Monokuma claps his paws together twice, and on cue slowly things start to drop from the ceiling. Confused some of you crane your head skyward and confirm that yes, money is indeed falling from seemingly out of nowhere. Monokuma making it rain in this club, who knew he had such a disposable income?
“Everyone needs a little bit of extra pocket change, right? Well our grand prize for our blackened this time is all of this, plus much more Have you ever wanted your own personal fortune? Want to make the snootiest of snooty rich jerks in Little Paris red with envy? Spill some blood, and earn twice your weight in gold and dollar bills!”
Money was...always temping.Some of you were more well off than others, but it was hard to deny the appeal money had to people, especially the amount of money that the bear was promising them. Just in case any of you were going to speak up on how nobody would kill just for monetary gains, Monokuma cuts the group off once again and continues speaking.
“But, Money can’t buy everything, they say so we here at Kuma International have gone through the trouble of adding a little extra incentive to make you all extra bloodthirsty.” Monokuma makes a show of taking a few slow, big deep breaths even though as a hologram he didn’t even have lungs. “Since you’re all stumbled off that elevator, you’ve all had a sense of unease, right? A feeling like it’s hard to relax? That’s the special addition that the head scientists of Monokuma Pharmaceuticals have cooked up for you bastards. Each day, the longer you take to commit a murder, you’ll get more and more irritable and uneasy until your nerves snap like a bundle of twigs. When it gets to be too much, all you have to do is trade a life for your emotions. Fair trade if I’ve ever seen one."
With that, the holobear gives a small jovial wave and hops off the stage, going to the center of a long black table and takes a seat in the middle of the three assigned thrones. It seems like he was done explaining things.
“Kill for money, kill for pleasure, kill for annoyance, it doesn’t matter to the sponsors just as long as you get to killing already!”
“Welcome aspiring queens, to the latest installation of Monokuma’s Drag Race™, the world’s favorite bloodsport game show where you compete for fabulous prizes!”
Monokuma seems to pause as if he was expecting a rousing round of applause, but instead he’s just met with a lot of blank stares. By now it was quite clearly that the abnormal was the accepted norm around these parts but there had to be a limit to the weirdness, didn’t there?
“Hhmph, everyone’s a critic. A bear goes through all of this work, wearing his claws to the bone and this is the respect he gets? But fine, if you want to stand there with your mouth agape like dumb farm animals stuck in the mud, we might as well get to the fun part, The fabulous grand prize you’ll all be fighting and killing over this time!”
Some of the group start to raise objections that they wouldn’t dream of murder, or start to insult the bear because that had worked so many times before but Monokuma quickly continues on like he had never been interrupted. “Kids today, if I know anything about them it’s that you’re very materialistic. With your Xbones, and Pee-Ess fores, and Nintendo Witches, all you want is stuff worth money. Well, Monokuma Enterprises has just the thing for you!”
Monokuma claps his paws together twice, and on cue slowly things start to drop from the ceiling. Confused some of you crane your head skyward and confirm that yes, money is indeed falling from seemingly out of nowhere. Monokuma making it rain in this club, who knew he had such a disposable income?
“Everyone needs a little bit of extra pocket change, right? Well our grand prize for our blackened this time is all of this, plus much more Have you ever wanted your own personal fortune? Want to make the snootiest of snooty rich jerks in Little Paris red with envy? Spill some blood, and earn twice your weight in gold and dollar bills!”
Money was...always temping.Some of you were more well off than others, but it was hard to deny the appeal money had to people, especially the amount of money that the bear was promising them. Just in case any of you were going to speak up on how nobody would kill just for monetary gains, Monokuma cuts the group off once again and continues speaking.
“But, Money can’t buy everything, they say so we here at Kuma International have gone through the trouble of adding a little extra incentive to make you all extra bloodthirsty.” Monokuma makes a show of taking a few slow, big deep breaths even though as a hologram he didn’t even have lungs. “Since you’re all stumbled off that elevator, you’ve all had a sense of unease, right? A feeling like it’s hard to relax? That’s the special addition that the head scientists of Monokuma Pharmaceuticals have cooked up for you bastards. Each day, the longer you take to commit a murder, you’ll get more and more irritable and uneasy until your nerves snap like a bundle of twigs. When it gets to be too much, all you have to do is trade a life for your emotions. Fair trade if I’ve ever seen one."
With that, the holobear gives a small jovial wave and hops off the stage, going to the center of a long black table and takes a seat in the middle of the three assigned thrones. It seems like he was done explaining things.
“Kill for money, kill for pleasure, kill for annoyance, it doesn’t matter to the sponsors just as long as you get to killing already!”
be our death
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