Post by Admin Hero on Sept 12, 2017 15:56:29 GMT -5
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森羅万象
all things are sacred.
This area…this area is one where you can feel it down to your bones This must be what it feels like to be a death row inmate marching to their fate for the final time before they’re strapped to the gurney and are given their final cocktail. In a way that’s exactly what you are, after all.
The area is dark, that’s the first thing you notice. The lights are kept intentionally low so you have to strain your eyes to see anything that’s more than a few feet in front of you. What you can see is that there are two arraigned seating areas again separated by color. They really don’t want any co-mingling here, do they? The seating sections add up to have the exact number of chairs as the number of contestants that remain, but there are three chairs that have been half-heartedly been flung away from the group and are now turned facing the wall. One for each of the deceased teenagers you would imagine.
In front of you is really what fills your head with unease. In the center of the room, there is a large table also clad in black. In the darkened room there’s some part of your head that could almost mistake it for a casket, does everything around here have to be so macabre? Seated at the table are the three hosts you’ve been forced to interact with. Judge, jury and the gleeful executioner. At the head of the table, you see a seat that you assume to be Monokuma’s just by how gaudy and pointlessly extravagant it is compared to everything else in the room. It’s styled much like the throne you’ve seen all too much of lately whenever you’re forced to undertake a trial. No actual sight of the bear though, but you imagine he’ll pop in every so often. Cheshire for his part is simply hovering over the table and if you try and communicate with the cat he’ll simply yawn in response. Cheshire’s never been overly chatty. Something is off though, you can see room for three chairs, but you only see two AI’s, where…
Oh, there she is. Pushed as far into a corner and yet still seated as she could go, you can just make out the top of Ai’s phone. She is noticeably unhappy about her predicament as she has been forcefully strapped into her chair, propped up with a large booster seat so that she can just peek over the table down at the contestants who remain among the living. At least she’s out of her coconut.
The area is dark, that’s the first thing you notice. The lights are kept intentionally low so you have to strain your eyes to see anything that’s more than a few feet in front of you. What you can see is that there are two arraigned seating areas again separated by color. They really don’t want any co-mingling here, do they? The seating sections add up to have the exact number of chairs as the number of contestants that remain, but there are three chairs that have been half-heartedly been flung away from the group and are now turned facing the wall. One for each of the deceased teenagers you would imagine.
In front of you is really what fills your head with unease. In the center of the room, there is a large table also clad in black. In the darkened room there’s some part of your head that could almost mistake it for a casket, does everything around here have to be so macabre? Seated at the table are the three hosts you’ve been forced to interact with. Judge, jury and the gleeful executioner. At the head of the table, you see a seat that you assume to be Monokuma’s just by how gaudy and pointlessly extravagant it is compared to everything else in the room. It’s styled much like the throne you’ve seen all too much of lately whenever you’re forced to undertake a trial. No actual sight of the bear though, but you imagine he’ll pop in every so often. Cheshire for his part is simply hovering over the table and if you try and communicate with the cat he’ll simply yawn in response. Cheshire’s never been overly chatty. Something is off though, you can see room for three chairs, but you only see two AI’s, where…
Oh, there she is. Pushed as far into a corner and yet still seated as she could go, you can just make out the top of Ai’s phone. She is noticeably unhappy about her predicament as she has been forcefully strapped into her chair, propped up with a large booster seat so that she can just peek over the table down at the contestants who remain among the living. At least she’s out of her coconut.
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