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(18+ NOT nsfw) ACTIVE DANGANRONPA SERVER IN 2025?! (canon chars)

Somewhere, deep inside of the old archives of Hope's Peak Academy, there's a letter from 7 years ago. Generations of students have passed, and yet this letter remains.. Relevant.

Thank you for signing up for Project H.O.P.E.!

Dear Student of Hope's Peak,

Thank you so much for your interest in our experimental program, Project H.O.P.E. The Harmony, Optimism, and Prosperity Emulator is a multi year internship where you will be transported to a digital realm and tasked with many hardships. These hardships will build character and team building and stimulate growth for your talents! You will awake physically unharmed upon the full development of your character.

For all those hired to join, please meet in the computer lab on XX/XX/XXXX at 8:00AM*

The light hits your senses first. The air that hits your lungs next is stale. Untouched. You've been gone a very long time, Ultimate.

Your (prison) pod is bldalisagöke an oven that has been cooking you alive for years. You smell decent. You weren't forgotten. You forget how to move your real body -- it feels lighter now, like you had avoided all of the hardship that you remember so vividly. Despair does not physically weigh on your shoulders, but your head feels heavy. You are better in a sense, but your muscles have atrophied. You are weak. Vulnerable to an attack.

It takes a second to remember that all of the trauma you just witnessed, every death that you saw with your own eyes, it was all a dream. The feeling of blood soaks the pads of your fingers but when you try to check you realize you're attached to a vital-monitoring system. You remember that you signed up for this. What you have spent the last 10 years dealing with has been your fault.

You fight your body to escape that pod. It is dark outside of your cocoon, pitch black. Did they not expect you? Did this computer room double as a graveyard? Were you the only survivor? You stumble, clutching onto any surface to support your decaying legs.

It is only when you leave the darkness that you are greeted with the people who allowed you to do this: They ignore your screams for an answer; reassuring you that your muscles will be fine and ignoring that your heart will not be. They say that for your cooperation there is now permanent housing while you recover from the after effects --an old luxury apartment unit that's been converted into a rehabilitation center for you and the other students. They say you will be better now. They say you can be happy because you have grown. You have grown but your new roots have strangled the older, loving individual that once resided inside. A part of you has died, even though you exist today.

For those that died within the simulation, their bodies are much older than they expected them to be. They grew even past their death, forced to watch every gruesome moment without being able to assist. And now everyone -- victim and killer alike -- must learn to reintegrate after such a traumatic experiment.

##***PROJECT H.O.P.E. SERVER INFO***

- A simulation au where all canon instances of the killing game and after have been fabricated, just as they were in SDR2.

- Character ages range from twenty-three(V3) to mid thirties(ex. chisa)

- V3 return from the simulation as their pregame selves

- Follows the canon universe until pre-despair disease (the simulation starts just before Chiaki's death) and no OC’s

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Does Anyone Roleplay Danganronpa in 2025? (above 18 only pls)

Somewhere, deep inside of the old archives of Hope's Peak Academy, there's a letter from 7 years ago. Generations of students have passed, and yet this letter remains.. Relevant.

Thank you for signing up for Project H.O.P.E.!

Dear Student of Hope's Peak,

Thank you so much for your interest in our experimental program, Project H.O.P.E. The Harmony, Optimism, and Prosperity Emulator is a multi year internship where you will be transported to a digital realm and tasked with many hardships. These hardships will build character and team building and stimulate growth for your talents! You will awake physically unharmed upon the full development of your character.

For all those hired to join, please meet in the computer lab on XX/XX/XXXX at 8:00AM`

The light hits your senses first. The air that hits your lungs next is stale. Untouched. You've been gone a very long time, Ultimate.

Your (prison) pod is blinding, like an oven that has been cooking you alive for years. You smell decent. You weren't forgotten. You forget how to move your real body -- it feels lighter now, like you had avoided all of the hardship that you remember so vividly. Despair does not physically weigh on your shoulders, but your head feels heavy. You are better in a sense, but your muscles have atrophied. You are weak. Vulnerable to an attack.

It takes a second to remember that all of the trauma you just witnessed, every death that you saw with your own eyes, it was all a dream. The feeling of blood soaks the pads of your fingers but when you try to check you realize you're attached to a vital-monitoring system. You remember that you signed up for this. What you have spent the last 10 years dealing with has been your fault.

You fight your body to escape that pod. It is dark outside of your cocoon, pitch black. Did they not expect you? Did this computer room double as a graveyard? Were you the only survivor? You stumble, clutching onto any surface to support your decaying legs.

It is only when you leave the darkness that you are greeted with the people who allowed you to do this: They ignore your screams for an answer; reassuring you that your muscles will be fine and ignoring that your heart will not be. They say that for your cooperation there is now permanent housing while you recover from the after effects -- an old luxury apartment unit that's been converted into a rehabilitation center for you and the other students. They say you will be better now. They say you can be happy because you have grown. You have grown but your new roots have strangled the older, loving individual that once resided inside. A part of you has died, even though you exist today.

For those that died within the simulation, their bodies are much older than they expected them to be. They grew even past their death, forced to watch every gruesome moment without being able to assist. And now everyone -- victim and killer alike -- must learn to reintegrate after such a traumatic experiment.

## ***PROJECT H.O.P.E. SERVER INFO***

- A simulation au where all canon instances of the killing game and after have been fabricated, just as they were in SDR2.

- Character ages range from twenty-three(V3) to mid thirties(ex. chisa)

- V3 return from the simulation as their pregame selves

- Follows the canon universe until pre-despair disease (the simulation starts just before Chiaki's death)