Post by Admin Hero on Sept 13, 2017 17:46:24 GMT -5
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森羅万象
all things are sacred.
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m famished.”
The green haired demoness patted the stomach of her purple jacket and grimaced It felt as if she hadn’t eaten in twenty years and she was ready to feast. Junko wrinkled her nose and looked like she may have some objection because everyone knows models don’t eat but before she can Monokuma claps his paws together and addresses his attention towards the seventeen grumbling students who were still on the floor “Oh chefs!” Nero’s head jolts up and he looks around, looking to see who else was here besides him could classify as a chef. He didn’t see any, this was weird “That’s you all, jerk-o-trons. My guests of honor are hungry, and I didn’t have Cheshire go through all of this trouble to bring the dead back so they could be neglected. Get into the kitchen and get to work.” Most of the contestants voice their objections, they weren’t professional chefs. And the one person among them who was a chef didn’t want to cook for the two people who were literally responsible for the end of the world, but with a silent jab of his claws Monokuma hurdled them into the kitchens and pulled himself up onto the counter with some effort, panting a bit when he was finally able to kick his feet hard enough to propel himself up and over the lip of the counter.
“Alright aspiring chefs to be. Chefkuma is here to once again announce that once again, it’s that beary special time of year. It’s tiiiiiiiiiiiiime for the bloodcurdling cutthroat dog-eat-dog kitchen competition event. Over there, you’ll find a full pantry, stocked with more food than many of you have ever seen before” Monokuma’s gaze passes over Mayumi when me makes sure to mention most, as if the fact that the hefty girl was in fact hefty needed to be stressed.”But, this food isn’t for you. No no, for this competition you’ll be cooking for your lovely, unbiased panel of judges!” Aren’t they lovely folks? Junko has busied herself with studying her nails but Mariko at the mention of food has been paying close attention. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, you had to give her that. “Once your cooking is complete, you will present your dishes one at a time and your fair, unbiased judges will rank your dishes on on a scale of 1 to 5, and the winner gets a beary faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabouly prize!” To demonstrate the greatness of this brize, Monokuma starts spinning on one leg, his arms thrown out wide but stops on a dime and slowly a sinister smile comes over the bear’s face as he again raises a claw. “And you do want to win. For the loser is something….beary unfortunate.”
Although there was still quite a bit of grumbling but with a little prodding by the more vocal among you, the seventeen students all huddle into the kitchens and get to work with the ingredients. Some of you struggle more than others with at least one of your competitors struggling to figure out how to turn the stove, and things are going great for them so far. The heat in the kitchen is intense and the kids work in silence, perhaps still processing the fact that the dead can not only be brought back to life, but that they were all here. Finally when the time given to the contestants to cook has run out, the kids are forced to plate their monstrosities and
Nero was first. There was practically a spring in his step as he approached the judges table and sets his creation down in front of them. The judges pick at the offering before them, savoring every bite before they converse amongst themselves and deliver a score of 4 across the board.
Nero has a final score of 14.
With a swipe of his paw, Monokuma knocks the plate away from the sable, splattering Ai’s phone with the food to clear space. “Next offering!”
Next was orica. She stomped down to the table and dropped the plate down onto the table before them. She muttered something about “plate’s weakness” and it wasn’t the only thing about the only thing that was weak around here. Apparently boob knight didn’t have much kitchen experience.
Orica has a score of 6.
It continues on like this for a while. Each time someone is called out to present an offering to their guests of dishonor they may grumble about it to themselves but surprisingly none of them say anything to the two dead girls who ended the world. A select few of them shoot them the double bird as soon as they turn to get back in line and they’re sure that it won’t be seen unless someone snitches on them like bitches, but the next few reviews go relatively smooth and after each one, Monokuma knocks the tray off of the table and buries poor Ai under wasted food. She has a little food pyramid growing at this point and you can just see the top of her phone under all of this gunk
Yuichi has a final score of 8
Nana has a final score of 7
Mayumi has a final score of 11
Irene has a final score of 9
Brunhild has a final score of 4
Our first real low score of the contest. If Brunhild is bothered by this, she doesn’t show it emotionally, but as she gets back in like if you strain to listen you can gather that her breathing has gotten a lot harder and those next to her in line would notice that her heart seems to be racing
Dorothy has a final score of 4
Two bad scores in a row. Dorothy doesn’t seem all that bothered, as with most things she’s being rather stone faced about it. What happens if there’s a tie?
Gorou has a final score of 2
Oh, shit. The two girls who had just received fours take a small breath of relief and Gorou looks outraged at his score. Granted he didn’t try because this was all a load of bull, but how could he be the worst of the bunch?!
Caelie has a final score of 10
Liam has a final score of 8
Sanura has a final score of 3
Nox has a final score of 9
Shiro has a final score of 10
Making her way up to the table, Valentina stumbles on the red carpet. She fights valiantly to keep her balance, but ends up faceplanting onto the carpet and the plate in her hands goes goes flying and, like all of the others is piled upon a very messy Ai phone at this point.. Horrified, the aromatherapist gazes up at the table of judges. Goddesses don’t mess up like this. Have pity on a fellow immortal?
Valentina has a final score of 1. And the one point came because you made the bear chuckle. Hey, he does have a sense of humor!
Apollo has a final score of 11
Finally there was only one left, and it was the angst-o-tron over there. Konoko storms over, shouldering her way past Apollo as he makes his way back to thr group and thrusts the creation at the three judges and glares. The things she wanted to say, in fact she probably would say them if she was given a chance. A strange look passes upon the judges faces before speaking in overly exaggerated hushed tones. Man, something must have really been wrong with it to have warranted a reaction this-
Koneko has a final score of 13
“Well, that was boring. But, Nero is your winna, yadda yadda yadda.
“Normally, this is the time where I’d say you get to nominate a loser to wear the hottest fashion accessory of this season and our runner up chump over there would volunteer, but I have to say…” He turns to face the rest of the “I don’t tolerate underachievers in this establishment! You think they just give out these stars out for looking pretty and a good personality?”
Before any of you have an opportunity to object to that statement (and believe me, the kids were ready with scathing remarks) Cheshire materializes behind the group and before you can say “Hey, what does that door say?” you hear the clink of handcuffs snapping shut. Blinking in confusion,Valentina and Nero look down at their wrists to see that they’ve now been shackled together. Friggin cat.
“No child left behind, as they say. Maybe our baker dork can teach Val the ripper how to not be such a disappointment.” and while they were still stunned, Nero and Valentina once again found themselves with collars around their necks. Again with the collars, damn. They were starting to get used to this.
The green haired demoness patted the stomach of her purple jacket and grimaced It felt as if she hadn’t eaten in twenty years and she was ready to feast. Junko wrinkled her nose and looked like she may have some objection because everyone knows models don’t eat but before she can Monokuma claps his paws together and addresses his attention towards the seventeen grumbling students who were still on the floor “Oh chefs!” Nero’s head jolts up and he looks around, looking to see who else was here besides him could classify as a chef. He didn’t see any, this was weird “That’s you all, jerk-o-trons. My guests of honor are hungry, and I didn’t have Cheshire go through all of this trouble to bring the dead back so they could be neglected. Get into the kitchen and get to work.” Most of the contestants voice their objections, they weren’t professional chefs. And the one person among them who was a chef didn’t want to cook for the two people who were literally responsible for the end of the world, but with a silent jab of his claws Monokuma hurdled them into the kitchens and pulled himself up onto the counter with some effort, panting a bit when he was finally able to kick his feet hard enough to propel himself up and over the lip of the counter.
“Alright aspiring chefs to be. Chefkuma is here to once again announce that once again, it’s that beary special time of year. It’s tiiiiiiiiiiiiime for the bloodcurdling cutthroat dog-eat-dog kitchen competition event. Over there, you’ll find a full pantry, stocked with more food than many of you have ever seen before” Monokuma’s gaze passes over Mayumi when me makes sure to mention most, as if the fact that the hefty girl was in fact hefty needed to be stressed.”But, this food isn’t for you. No no, for this competition you’ll be cooking for your lovely, unbiased panel of judges!” Aren’t they lovely folks? Junko has busied herself with studying her nails but Mariko at the mention of food has been paying close attention. She was a girl who knew what she wanted, you had to give her that. “Once your cooking is complete, you will present your dishes one at a time and your fair, unbiased judges will rank your dishes on on a scale of 1 to 5, and the winner gets a beary faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabouly prize!” To demonstrate the greatness of this brize, Monokuma starts spinning on one leg, his arms thrown out wide but stops on a dime and slowly a sinister smile comes over the bear’s face as he again raises a claw. “And you do want to win. For the loser is something….beary unfortunate.”
Although there was still quite a bit of grumbling but with a little prodding by the more vocal among you, the seventeen students all huddle into the kitchens and get to work with the ingredients. Some of you struggle more than others with at least one of your competitors struggling to figure out how to turn the stove, and things are going great for them so far. The heat in the kitchen is intense and the kids work in silence, perhaps still processing the fact that the dead can not only be brought back to life, but that they were all here. Finally when the time given to the contestants to cook has run out, the kids are forced to plate their monstrosities and
Nero was first. There was practically a spring in his step as he approached the judges table and sets his creation down in front of them. The judges pick at the offering before them, savoring every bite before they converse amongst themselves and deliver a score of 4 across the board.
Nero has a final score of 14.
With a swipe of his paw, Monokuma knocks the plate away from the sable, splattering Ai’s phone with the food to clear space. “Next offering!”
Next was orica. She stomped down to the table and dropped the plate down onto the table before them. She muttered something about “plate’s weakness” and it wasn’t the only thing about the only thing that was weak around here. Apparently boob knight didn’t have much kitchen experience.
Orica has a score of 6.
It continues on like this for a while. Each time someone is called out to present an offering to their guests of dishonor they may grumble about it to themselves but surprisingly none of them say anything to the two dead girls who ended the world. A select few of them shoot them the double bird as soon as they turn to get back in line and they’re sure that it won’t be seen unless someone snitches on them like bitches, but the next few reviews go relatively smooth and after each one, Monokuma knocks the tray off of the table and buries poor Ai under wasted food. She has a little food pyramid growing at this point and you can just see the top of her phone under all of this gunk
Yuichi has a final score of 8
Nana has a final score of 7
Mayumi has a final score of 11
Irene has a final score of 9
Brunhild has a final score of 4
Our first real low score of the contest. If Brunhild is bothered by this, she doesn’t show it emotionally, but as she gets back in like if you strain to listen you can gather that her breathing has gotten a lot harder and those next to her in line would notice that her heart seems to be racing
Dorothy has a final score of 4
Two bad scores in a row. Dorothy doesn’t seem all that bothered, as with most things she’s being rather stone faced about it. What happens if there’s a tie?
Gorou has a final score of 2
Oh, shit. The two girls who had just received fours take a small breath of relief and Gorou looks outraged at his score. Granted he didn’t try because this was all a load of bull, but how could he be the worst of the bunch?!
Caelie has a final score of 10
Liam has a final score of 8
Sanura has a final score of 3
Nox has a final score of 9
Shiro has a final score of 10
Making her way up to the table, Valentina stumbles on the red carpet. She fights valiantly to keep her balance, but ends up faceplanting onto the carpet and the plate in her hands goes goes flying and, like all of the others is piled upon a very messy Ai phone at this point.. Horrified, the aromatherapist gazes up at the table of judges. Goddesses don’t mess up like this. Have pity on a fellow immortal?
Valentina has a final score of 1. And the one point came because you made the bear chuckle. Hey, he does have a sense of humor!
Apollo has a final score of 11
Finally there was only one left, and it was the angst-o-tron over there. Konoko storms over, shouldering her way past Apollo as he makes his way back to thr group and thrusts the creation at the three judges and glares. The things she wanted to say, in fact she probably would say them if she was given a chance. A strange look passes upon the judges faces before speaking in overly exaggerated hushed tones. Man, something must have really been wrong with it to have warranted a reaction this-
Koneko has a final score of 13
“Well, that was boring. But, Nero is your winna, yadda yadda yadda.
“Normally, this is the time where I’d say you get to nominate a loser to wear the hottest fashion accessory of this season and our runner up chump over there would volunteer, but I have to say…” He turns to face the rest of the “I don’t tolerate underachievers in this establishment! You think they just give out these stars out for looking pretty and a good personality?”
Before any of you have an opportunity to object to that statement (and believe me, the kids were ready with scathing remarks) Cheshire materializes behind the group and before you can say “Hey, what does that door say?” you hear the clink of handcuffs snapping shut. Blinking in confusion,Valentina and Nero look down at their wrists to see that they’ve now been shackled together. Friggin cat.
“No child left behind, as they say. Maybe our baker dork can teach Val the ripper how to not be such a disappointment.” and while they were still stunned, Nero and Valentina once again found themselves with collars around their necks. Again with the collars, damn. They were starting to get used to this.
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