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Afterword

Well. That Happened.

Over the course of 7 months, DS13 ran its course. And what a course it was.

I’ve had the Idea of Despair Station 13 since my early days in this fandom, almost 3 years ago now! And through thick and thin (and some failed attempts) Ryan and I managed to do it. I want to go back and tell a 16 year old flux during a time of self doubt to never stop believing, because his ideas CAN come true, so long as he holds out hope.

This was a phenomenal game to run, and I want to thank each and every one of you for playing or watching! As with all groups, its really the players that make it, and I couldn’t ask for a better cast of characters. And for those of you watching, im honored that you take the time out of your day to watch that merry band of 16 students. Its been an absolute ride to put this together, and im so proud of each and every one of you for pulling through to the end, so, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. May we all keep the story of our bonds going as well, just as the students will.

Its been an absolute blast doing this group, and I hope that the future holds well for everyone. Godspeed, the journey is only just beginning.

-Mod Flux. ...Oh, nothing exploded. Not bad for my first mod role if I do say so myself.

In all seriousness though, this has been a very fun experience modding a group for the first time, and I’m glad this got to be the one. To be honest, I didn’t think I would do all that well at it, but after all this, I’d say I’m pretty confident in doing this again in the future. I need to thank Flux again for asking me to help him with this, and of course another huge thanks to everyone who played and watched this game through to the end. As much as the mod team matters in the success of a group, in the end, it’s the players and followers that keep a group alive, so thanks to all of you out there for giving us such a great game.

And now it’s time to flip the switch. Flux and I really had a lot of fun bringing this group to life, so much in fact that we’re moving right along to our next project, Despairing Haunt. A spiritual successor of sorts, mostly from having the same mod team as this will have a totally separate story from Despair Station 13, but should be just as wild as this has been. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some spooky work to do. OooooOoooOoo.... .......Ooo.... I’ll just see myself out. Laters! -Mod Ryan 

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Potential For Anything. || Epilogue, Pt. 2

The silence of their words was deafening. You really weren’t going home, were you? That was certain now. Was all that struggle... all that hope to return home... for nothing? Did it all just... not matter in the end?

You all felt a cold, heavy lump in your chests. At first, you started to feel like this was the worst ending possible, being trapped here. It was... going to be harsh.

You all left for your dorms to think things through.

Later that night though... with tons of thinking... you started to realize something...

Maybe... things weren’t going to be so bad?

[♩ ♩ ♩ ]

Despite everything about the Mutual Killing Game, you still made friends. The grief you experienced, the tears you shed, that was all proof of that. You made friends, you met lovers. Despite everything, even in the most harshest of circumstances in the most isolated place imaginable, you all banded together.

Through the regret and anguish, you stuck together.

Through the smiles and frowns, you stuck together.

Through the thick and thin, you stuck together

Through the highs and lows, you stuck together

Through the fire and ice, you stuck together.

Through the hope and despair, you stuck together.

It seemed to you that the others had the same ideas. You weren’t going to let this get to you. After all you had been through, after everything that had happened, you weren’t going to let this stop to you. Together, your combined hopes would bring you all together. As you left your rooms, you saw others too. You all started to walk together, towards the window.

For a brief, beautiful moment, nothing seemed to matter. Killers and victims came together, and you all felt a bond. You looked out the window to see the expanse beyond. There was mars, off in the distant, as well as the infinite stars.

The infinite stars, for you, were a good reminder. Nothing can’t be changed. Things may not always work out, you aren’t going back home anytime soon... but you’re here. Together. You were going to be ok. You all felt in your hearts that despite everything, you were going to be fine. Your hope would be your guiding light through this journey, and one day, maybe all of your dreams could come true, so long as you didn’t let the light of that hope die. The 16 Super High School Level Students who will live on.

You share a fond moment with each other as you realize that the journey of your lives is only just beginning.

Welcome Aboard, Crew.

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The Indefinite Frontier. || Epilogue Pt. 1

You all stood there, still surrounded by the clones of your friends. They all seemed to stand there and stare absentmindedly into space as Candela fell. They seemed so... devoid of life... so... dead... but you knew it, they were alive, they were breathing.

You saw a couple of them blink, the color of their eyes returning. Then, the screams lashed out.

A chorus of screams, loud, pained, screams are shouted out by the clones before they all seem to stop. They all start to look around.

“Huh? Where am I?” “Im not dead?” “Len-Len!” “This is the trial grounds...” “You SHOT me!” “I had to do what I had to!”

It, of course, didn’t take long for them all to start bickering with one another, mostly by their own killers. You all tried to break it up but it was 11 to 4, you were severely outnumbered. Even Kitao couldn’t stop everyone’s anger, that is, until you heard the door to the trial room slide open,

“Oh, You’re all back already? Sweet. Saves work for me.”

It didn’t take long for everyone to start reeling, some seemed to be ready to punch him. 

W-Wait! Im not going to hurt you! Honest! Im not under anyone’s control anymore! I was sent to help you!

First, though, you need to come with me.

Curious, you all followed This New Assistant to... The Genetics Laboratory? 

As he opened the door, a familiar blonde haired girl in a brown cloak was sitting on the floor and feeling around?

Where... am I?

The Assistant turned around to face the crowd.

She got cloned as well. Unfortunately, Artificial Implants aren’t flesh. She’s lost all of her external memory implants. She doesn’t remember a thing.

Candela turns towards the Assistant. “Hello? Who is that?

“She also can’t see either. I know you’re probably all pissed at her for what she did, but, idk, you guys are going to have a lot of time to debate the morals of beating up someone who can’t remember her crime. Or if she should even be tried, or if because her memories are lost she- Oh god, im giving myself a headache.

Look, uuh... there’s not really any good way of putting this... but... You guys aren’t going home. There’s not really a home to go back to, the Collapse of Nanotrasen and the subsequent impact on the world’s economies sorta butterfly effected into the end of the world. Uuh.. sorry about that.

But hey! It isn’t all doom and gloom! This isn’t a self sufficient station for nothing! While you were all off watching that gory show, I was setting up Botany with some cool illegal super-fertilizer We shouldn’t ever be running out of food when its growing quadruple fast! Plus, Ill be at your every whim! I am an Assistant after all! And if that isn’t enough, I fixed up the ol rabbit! Come on out!

A series of lights began to fizzle out 

Welcome crew. As this man has informed me, you all are to be living on the station for the next 10-25 years until things on earth have cooled off.

There were some gasps amongst the crowd. 10-25 years... You never were going to escape... were you?

Ah, I understand that the trauma of this realization may be harsh, but per Nanotrasen Company Regulations, I am fitted with an AI Therapist Program. I will do my best to serve the crew and continue their survival while on their extended stay on the ship.

Please do your best to make the best of your stay.

With that, both The Assistant and U.S.A.M.I. dissipated, leaving you all alone.

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[THE SUPER DUPER STARS ALIGN!] || Mastermind Execution

Candela Serrice stands at the center of dimly lit runway stage, surrounded by fellow fallen classmates, crimson eyes shining through the shadows, wielding cameras, flashlights, and softboxes, all awaiting some sort of signal. Candela promptly breathes in, and bows, and begins to pose in a quick, effortful fashion. The crowd cheers from one position to the next, the flawless nature of her actions never tiring the audience. As this is happening, the scholar steadily crosses towards the end of the catwalk, and slides through the curtains.

Now, she finds herself in a much more open expanse, a savannah of familiar nature, inhabited by strange constructions of now obvious animatronic beasts of different variety. On the opposite end of this seemingly infinite plane, there looks to be a metal door, dissolving the illusion of this area’s limitlessness, the sky only painted to seem as such.

Be that as it may, the beasts react to Candela’s appearance, and come charging at her. And just as if the girl was an experienced bullfighter, she shifts past the herd with a calculated array of footsteps, manages to board a Buffaloaf, dangling her hand in front of its piercing red eyes. It charges directly forward, smashing itself against the metal door just as Candela departs from it.

She pushes the door forward, and struts into the next room.

Now, the girl is grabbed by a robotic arm, flinging her up into the sky out of visibility, and back down again in shackles. Her face is still confident, her disposition, relaxed. She watches the pool below her fill with ease, and when it comes time for her to drop, she makes no effort to escape. In the water, it's clear that Candela had intended to enter the pool, a hatch at the bottom now visible. And like Houdini’s secret of expanding before being wrapped in chains, Candela uses the space her cloak had created to free herself from her imprisonment. Now, she is swimming to the bottom, the bottom of it all, and pushing down on the hatch.

And in the wild rush of swirling, draining water, Candela is swept up in the current, flying through the exit of the hatch like it’s an open storm drain.

And when the water clears, Candela is having her hair straightened and cut, a hand-mirror placed firmly in the grip of her right hand. It's clear that the rush of water has now done something to the scholar’s remaining red eye, its color beginning to fade into the green of the other.

The person cutting her hair is a familiar figure to all, one of your classmates, lost not too long ago. The stylist finishes her work, and Candela nods to her in respect, before peering into the mirror she holds to see her own face, for one last time. The light in her remaining working eye fades, and her vision is now completely lost.

And out of the shadows, behind the stylist, come a series of other familiar figures. Each of them shrouded in the dark section of the room, crimson eyes shimmering in the contrast. The arms, in unison, prod and poke Candela out of her chair, and uniformly lead her to the next, and final door.

Candela, at last, finds herself in the last room of her precisely planned execution. Dimly lit, it contains nothing but a small table holding a petite cup of tea.

Before she takes another step, she looks towards the remaining survivors watching her, mouthing the simple phrase, “I’m sorry.”

She smiles, slowly threading her pinky through the handle, the only guide being touch, in absence of her lost vision.

Lifting the still warm liquid to her audience, she gives a small, pleased smile from her lips.

“I did it, mother.”

She sniffs the contents, and, after a moment of hesitation, takes a sip.

And like a marionette having its strings cut from its body, Candela drops to the floor, instantly dead.

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And The Winner Is...!

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A Gust in the Second Wind

You all look at Candela strangely. The words she was saying, were they true? Could there really be a way to reunite with those long departed? No, You wouldn’t believe her lies. The dead were dead, right? She couldn’t do that, could she? 

She clapped her hand. “Come on out. I believe I’ve kept you hidden long enough.”  The door to the trial grounds opened and in came… your friends.

That was them… right? No, you saw them all die… you saw the bodies… the executions… you even saw one get murdered right in front of your eyes. How could they be in front of you right here?

“Amazing the stuff Cloning Technology can do. I brought your friends back, removed their inconsequential trauma’s, and now, along with you, we can all be free. Free from the persecution of flaw.”

They looked, different though. All of their eyes were red. A Stark red, much more pointed than what they originally were. They were all smiling, and had a weird, empty stare. 

Jayden was the first to speak up. “Come on! Don’t you want to end this killing game?”

Sefu rubbed the back of his neck. “If you don’t abstain… we won’t be able to go home…

Dexter flashed his cape to hide the lower half of his face. “The forests of Snowdonia need me!”

Mi bounced up and down. “If you join us! You can be happy! You won’t ever be sad!

Ming-Hua looked to the side. “Haven’t you gotten tired of the crying? The suffering? The grief?”

Akira pulled his hat up. His blue eyes now red too. “Ms. Serrice helped us. She can help you too.

Leonard smiled to his right. “I don’t have to worry about anything… I can be with my beloved forever…”

Ciel hugged Leonard tightly. “Oh Len-Len! How right you are! Anything you want can be granted! It granted us the ability to love again!

Kuukai gave a large toothy grin. “Come on! Lets go home! I can’t wait to see my family again!”

Saruhiko Looked on to the other four. a bit of a worried expression, but “Why are you hesitating? Why are you looking like that? Its us! Its really us!” 

Finally, Shirokawa was the last to speak, A slight, almost genuine smile on her face. It was creepy. “Come on, Lets go. Together.”

No… this was wrong. This was clearly wrong. Something was different. They weren’t acting the way they usually did. What… did Candela do to them? This was clearly strange, and slightly terrifying. What… happened?

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Light the Candle || Mastermind Reveal

A dense fog filled the room. For the first time, you felt an unease coming from her. Her normally calm and cool demeanor had turned to harsh laughing. You couldn’t see in front of you anymore. Eventually, though, the fog began to dissipate.

Hmm... lets see... That is... absolutely correct. Congratulations.

The fog began to lift as the figure replacing her started to come into view. Soon, you could see her in all her glory, the one who had put you all through this horrific, twisted mutual killing game.

Candela Serrice.

(The mastermind art was done by @phantasmicdream !! So make sure to give them a visit, they’re a wonderful artist!)

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Title1.ogg || Trial 6 Start

This was it. 

You all had a fire of determination in your hearts as you scoured the station for the plaques. This was your final test, this is what determined whether you could go home or not- if there was still a home to go back to. 

You all headed towards the trial grounds. No need for an announcement, you all knew between the 5 of you left that it was time. 

the 5 of you stepped forwards into the trial grounds. Most of the seats had been taken away, now all that remained was a circle of 5 in the center of the room. The goal was simple. Find the mastermind. Thats all you had to do. Then this nightmare can end. Then you might be able to be free. You should be excited. Through thick and thin, you are the ones that managed to survive. You will get to go home.

But first, you have to end this, once and for all.

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Emergency || Chapter 6 Mastermind Investigation

The last thing you remember is being in the trial room. You had all found out that The Assistant had murdered Junko Shirokawa. You all felt good about yourselves, but also unnerved. He had revealed to you all a terrifying truth. Someone still alive was the mastermind behind this killing game.

Thats when the gas started. A robotic, Feminine voice sounded out before the sleeping gas all took you by force into the unconscious realm. When you woke up though... You were back in the Station Hub. Outside of the final firelock door. It was open, but you couldn’t enter though.

“0/16 PLAQUES FOUND.”

You scratched your head. What... did this mean? You had to find something to open it? It seemed like it to you. You all began to meander away from the door when the voice from the intercom sounded out again.

“>Run “Final_Challenge.Ogg.” Sixteens have turned to fives Thanks to the Betrayer among you. Awaiting to continue playing with lives Trapped 15 Of Their Fellow Crew. One Last Trial, A Challenge of Fate. A Trial To Challenge Thee Find The Lies within the 12 Truths And The Truths shall set you Free.

The intercom silenced itself, leaving you with the weight of its words. A Final trial? It sounded like it wanted you to find the Mastermind. It also sounded like winning... would win your freedom. Finally... you would be able to return home. All you had to do was win. You had to find everything... and win. No matter what, you couldn’t lose, you had to win this.

You were going to win.

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Dear Diary,

    I just got the best news today! A letter showed up at my door saying I’ve been invited to be enrolled at Hope’s Peak Academy! It’s every high schooler’s dream to go there, and now I can finally live it! Oh I can’t wait to meet so many new friends! Wait. I shouldn’t jump the gun on that. There’s some pretty mean people in the world aren’t there? Maybe there’s some way I can make sure they all like me. But like that can happen, I don’t even know who they are… Oh wait! There’s that forum that all of the incoming students use! I can use that to find my classmates and tell them… Um… Oh, that I’m inviting them to a party for us to meet before classes start! Yeah! And I know exactly where I can do that! Yeah! This is gonna be great! There sure to like me no matter what!!

                                    Kimi <3

Despairing Haunt is a Dangan Ronpa Roleplay group set in a spooky old mansion just outside of town, and Kimi has invited all of here soon-to-be classmates to meet there for a magical time! Hope to see you there.

-Applications are currently OPEN- The application deadline is December 27th.

Hopeful’s Chat: https://discord.gg/SSvkhJu

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Chapter 5 END

[5 Students Remaining]

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[ROUND END!] Chapter 5 Execution.

Most of the time, the condemned were pulled away into some kind of space for them, for them to be whisked into the strangest of circumstances and for them to face their doom in a tragically ironic way. However, this one was different. This one, The Assistant ws just pulled towards the Emergency Pods. The Shuttle to go back home. With the force of a thousand suns, the doors shut. The screen came down to reveal the circumstances that The Assistant had found himself in. He was there, tied up on the ground of the shuttle, right next to what looked like a large Nuke. He writhed and thrashed against his bindings, but it was no use. He could not move.

A Robotic arm came out of the wall, holding what looked like an old fashioned, square style disk. There was A slot on the side of the bomb, and the arm slowly inserted the square disk into the hole. There was a couple beeps, and then the same womanly voice sounded out.

“Nuclear Authentic Disk Inserted. Ten Minutes til Station Detonation.

The Assistant let out a pained scream as he writhed against the ropes more and more. The Timer on the bomb lit up and began to tick down. Almost immediately, the Shuttle took off. The Assistant immediately shot back as the speed of the shuttle sent him flying. He hit the ground hard as he had no free hands to catch himself. He managed to get himself up after a couple more minutes of flailing about. The timer was now down to 5 minutes. He hit the glass window with his shoulder, but it was to no avail. Nothing he could do could stop his fate.

The Assistant fell to his knees as the shuttle started to enter the upper atmospheres of earth. He had a sickly look on his face, as if he knew the destination. He could feel the shuttle heat up as it re-entered the lower atmosphere. 

One minute.

The destination? The Syndicate Headquarters. It was nighttime, but there was no doubt that they would be able to see the shuttle burning through the sky at the dead of night. The explosive came lower and lower to the ground as it began to shake and throw The Assistant to the walls, before finally detonating.

The explosion could easily be seen from space. Such a large impact, such a large explosion, such catastrophe, it was unthinkable. Such a horrendous destructive power... such collateral damage... Your heart sank to the depths of your chest watching it.

The Assistant... and god knows how many others... all dead in an instant.

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Space_Asshole.ogg || Trial 5 Start

The mood was somber... and intense.Despite the feelings of grief and despair overcoming the entire station as this investigation period persisted was only overpowered by the intense feelings of determination and justice all 5 of the remaining participants excibited during their investigations of this murder. The late Shirokawa Junko may not be here, but its her spirit that is pushing all of you to take down the dastardly killer that had taken her life.

Eventually, you heard the intercom crackle to life. You knew what time it was.

“Hey hey! Thats enough! Lets-”

“All Personnel Please Make Their Way To The Trial Grounds.”

“Uh... Im starting to rethink this Automatic Announcement Machine... I liked saying that part...”

The Assistant’s follies aside, you all made your way to the trial grounds.

There were only 5 of you left. 5 of you... and that was going to diminish to 4. Thats how it had always been, and how its always been is what got you into this mess.

The doors opened. A sickening 4 more chairs were crossed out, Kuukai Nishiki. Ciel O’Suibhne, Saruhiko Hiiragi, and Junko Shirokawa. All crossed out callously and without second thought, like they were just another nameless casualty of this incident. It sickened you all. 

Welcome back! You all know the drill! if-

The Assistant is cut off once again by the announcement machine, who states all the rules in his place.

...Ok... I guess... this is fine...

You all took your seats. One of you was a killer, and you were about to find out who.

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VICTIM: Junko Shirokawa, the SHSL Winemaker

CAUSE OF DEATH: Asphyxiation

TIME OF DEATH: [DATA EXPUNGED]

TIME OF DISCOVERY: 8:21am

BODY LOCATION: Leisure Ward Chapel

BODY DISCOVERERS: All Surviving Participants

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VICTIM: Saruhiko Hiiragi, the SHSL Sunglasses Model

CAUSE OF DEATH: Catastrophic Brain Trauma

TIME OF DEATH: [DATA EXPUNGED]

TIME OF DISCOVERY: 8:19am

BODY LOCATION: Hub; Northern Hallway

BODY DISCOVERERS: All Surviving Participants

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Thus Said Job to The Lord. || Chapter 5 Body Drop Pt. 3

*Ding Dong Ding Dong!*

A Robotic, Womanly voice echoed throughout the station. 

“A Dead Body Has Been Discovered. Please Investigate at your leisure, before we will hold a crew trial.”

The Assistant came up behind the crew. Stood in shock of what they had just uncovered. 

Heheh... How do you all like my Automatic Announcement Program? Saves me a ton of work. Man, I should have done this a long long time ago, back when the Big Softie killed the Lucky Girl. What was her name again? I can’t remember. I can’t even remember why she bothered to hide it.

Geeez, you don’t all gotta look at me like that. Im not ruining the mood that much, am I? Come on, I thought that by now you would have all hated her for being a mole and junk. Aw man... I blew it, didn’t I?

Guess Ill just have to get you your case files. There’s two of them this time, so I think you’re gonna have to find two culprits. Or one, it doesn’t really matter to me. I mean, we all die one day right?

The only difference is that I am able to be mass produced! There will always be one of me. Sorry, you’re just gonna have to deal with it. Now, get cracking!

You feel your PDA’s buzz twice this time. Two of your friends were killed. There was a chance that you were going to have to find two culprits. Just when you thought that the situation couldn’t get any worse, it did. You felt your chest tighten up looking down at the case files. You had to do it though. This wasn’t just for you. This was for everyone sake. One misstep and you would all die. This was the path that you were forced to go down, as the ones who kept on living.