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  • Will you show no hesitation when drinking the poison poured into that glass? (p)

    [justify][font=times new roman]On the planet earth, in the year 2013, 16 people were chosen to go on a trip to the resort of Jabberwock Island during the summer, before school started for the younger group of people. However, before these people arrived on the island, they were knocked out and placed on the boat there. Strangely enough, they all thought things were normal-- Instead, five years passed, and the world was in peril due to, what was simply called The Tragedy. Many of these people were involved with The Tragedy, which caused the world to bow down to despair, and kill everyone around them. Two of these people were Komaeda Nagito and Rantarou Amami, who were in the group called Ultimate Despair. Now that you're all caught up, let's get on with the story, shall we?


    Komaeda was one of the first to get up, his body strewn about on the sand, sweat covering his entire, incredibly pale body. Quite frankly, he felt like he was going to puke, but decided to swallow that feeling down in the focus of what the hell just happened. Let's see... I was going on board the ship, which I was lucky enough to have the chance to dock on, and now I'm here, on some island with strangers. How unlucky. The boy sighed, standing up, and wiping his damp forehead off with the sleeve of his green, tattered jacket. Oh well, this is just an opportunity for hope to bloom! Maybe I really am lucky? Who knows. He looked over to his left to see some strange... Thing on the sand, with horns, and strange clothes. That must be the cosplayer, or something. He thought, knowing that many people had an odd sense of style when it came to their talents. Looking to his right, he saw some handsome male with brown, spiky hair, and he couldn't help but want to go talk to the stranger- Even if he was passed out. With some kind words, he woke him up, which he got a grumpy response from. "Hey, now- I'm not the one who panicked to get onto the boat... Hinata, was it? Anyways, we're in quite a strange situation, aren't we?" He didn't seem to pick up most of his rude attitude from the brunette, and lifted his hands up in defense. "I'm Komaeda Nagito, it's nice to meet you. I'm the Ultimate Lucky student." He introduced himself, chuckling awkwardly. The other asked if that was even a talent, which he responded with a large explanation of it- Which, unluckily, turned out to be in vain since he didn't understand it at the end. Komaeda offered to introduce him to everyone else, and he accepted, though he sighed, and leaned back on a tree. If he needs a moment, I'll give it to him. He crouched down next to the... Thing, and began to shake the body. "Hey there, can you hear me?" He asked, "I'm... No, everyone else is panicked about this situation... Are you even listening? Hey! It's time to wake up!" He spoke louder, flicking the being's horns.


    Amami woke up in his own cabin, a yawn coming out of him as he rubbed his eyes, confused as to where he was, and why he was on the floor. The bed was right there. He growled to himself, though his exterior appeared to be positive. The room looked empty, and the bed had a blue blanket with a white sheet and a rather fluffy pillow. There was a couch, and a washroom that anybody could see through, which made the mysterious Ultimate uncomfortable. What if someone walked in on me...? At least there are locks. He told himself hopefully until he turned his head to look at the yellow camera on the ceiling, freezing. We're being watched!? What the hell! I thought this place was supposed to be a resort, not a prison! He stood up and adjusted hs clothes, happy that he still had his earrings in. Oh well, maybe it's just for protection. After all, I'm sure that there were many crimes here. He walked out of his cabin, pleased that there was, indeed, a lock, looking around at the area he was in. He looked across the boardwalk to see what appeared to be another building, with the sign saying, 'Hotel Mirai' on it. "Ah, so I'm in the hotel- How fancy it is." He smiled, pleased. He looked at the pool and almost wanted to jump in before seeing another figure- One with some weird hair. What talent is this, I wonder...? He wondered, walking up to the beach chair the person was laying it. He cleared his throat, knowing that being blunt would be the best thing. "Hey! Wake up, lady! We're on the island!" He yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Don't you wanna do something, or are you just going to sleep!?"


    Somewhere else, the body of Han Solo was fast asleep, his hands folded neatly upon his stomach. He was in the airport- Which was filled with planes, though the engines were mysteriously absent from them. It's not like it mattered, anyways- He probably wouldn't be able to use the old aircraft, anyways.

  • Will you show no hesitation when drinking the poison poured into that glass? (p)

    [justify][font=times new roman]Komaeda wasn't all too surprised when she jumped up, an awkward yet calm smile upon his pale face. He stood up as well, towering over the small alien, waving his hand. She's really into her acting. He noted, still thinking that she was in some sort of costume. His eyes widened in confusion as she seemed to scramble for the strange metal handles like her life depended on it, wondering why for a moment before he came up with a logical conclusion. Ah, they must be very expensive pieces- After all, her entire costume looks realistic, what are the chances of her going out of her way to get the best equipment out there? He wasn't surprised at all when the lightsabers ignited in green, in fact, he almost seemed bored by them, internally expecting them to do something neater than just glow like that. "... Anyways, I'm Nagito Komaeda, and I'm extremely lucky. What I mean by that is, I tend to stumble upon amazing things a lot- In fact, I found a lottery ticket that gave me one million dollars a week!" He said, though he really wasn't boasting- In fact, he hated his luck, and wished that he could live a normal life without it. Things seemed to come incredibly easy to him, and working hard sounds amazing. Of course, working hard can't truly be achievable due to his lymphoma and dementia- His luck, as a matter of fact, is the only thing keeping him alive. He was supposed to die a few years ago, and due to his dementia, he has very poor social insight, though he is still very clever. "Just a reminder- You're on Jabberwock Island, on the planet Earth. You're in the year of 2013, and there's nobody else here but it, it seems. Do you want me to introduce you to everyone else? Hinata will be joining us." He offered, the calm smile still on his smooth, porcelain-like face.


    Amami stood back as she stirred, crossing his arms to think of a quick response to her first question, which came easily, of course. "Ah, I'm Rantarou Amami, it's nice to meet you." He greeted, his eyes widening at her own introduction. "A princess!? My, my! What are you doing in a place like this? I mean, it is a resort, but still, it's not nearly elegant enough for royalty." He bowed, crossing an arms on his back, and the other across his stomach. He stood up straight again, hearing loud birds chirping in the trees, which weren't too far away from them- In fact, there was only a fancy fence separating them from the trees, leaving the hotel absent of them. "Ah, an answer to your question- We're on Jabberwock Island, and we all won a trip to come here to spend the summer, though I think it wouldn't be so hot during the winter. It's April 27, 2013, I think- At least, that's when we were supposed to arrive here. It's kinda hard to tell time, since passing out and all." He eyed another camera, a serious look upon his face. So, we are being watched. For what purpose, though? He wondered, obviously disgruntled by them, many theories about them being there popping up in his head.