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The Amygdala never forgets.

- my enthusiastic Neuroanatomy Prof. (via uncut--diamond)

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A Breath of Fresh (Prince of Bel) Air

It hasn’t even been a full day since the students uncovered the newspaper article, which only raised more questions than the students already had. Who were Eva Kido and Priscilla Rossetti, and were they on the S.S. Epoch?

These are the questions one might ask.

But night hasn’t even fallen yet, and you hear the usual announcement calling everyone to the lobby. 

“Uhh, guys, I need you all to get down here right now. Please, I’m begging you, hurry up!”

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Breaking News

The students discovered the new floor without any need for the bear’s usual theatrics, and many had already begun to explore it, hoping to find some clue as to who trapped them there, or even a method of escape.

The two hallways branching off from the elevator produced nothing but locked doors, but the real source of interest was clearly the large room that took up most of the floor. It was labeled “The Archives” on your map, and after entering it, you could understand why. A variety of reference materials and books could be found, far too many for one person to search for clues. As you head towards the back of the room, however, you can see that a number of the students have already started to gather around something.

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❤ !Little Miss Kinjō’s Castle! ❤

  “I-I-I-I-I am s-sorry, I’m so s-s-sorry… I don’t w-w-want to lie and say I didn’t do it on purpose, I did do it, and n-now their dead and I deeply regret it– But at least y-y-you’re all safe, right? N-No one here but me will d-d-d-d-d…die… and that’s okay, I-I Promise!”

  It was rather amusing, in all reality, to watch someone whom was once so sweet and calm fall to pieces, face wet with fresh tears and chest rising and dropping hastily to intake sharp breaths, words escaping their confinements behind peachy, plump lips as all eyes are seemingly on her– everyone was looking at her, and for once in her life she wasn’t a wallflower in the slightest, for her date for the dance was death and the melancholic clanking of metal resounding throughout the vents behind her is her faithful carriage arriving.

  “P-P-Please believe me..!! Monokuma s-s-s-said everything was going to be o-o-okay if I did it!!! P-Please listen before I have t-t-t-to go..!!!! I-I’m so s-s-s-sorry…!!! It’ll be okay soon, I-I-It’ll be okay, It’ll be o-okay…”

  She could barely finish her statement before tremors rock throughout her small being, hiccups bubbling in her throat and anxious gasps filling the tense air before they suddenly come to a short halt; who were her words meaning to comfort? All her past endeavors are flashing in her thoughts and she can’t help to drop to her knees as the anxiety bubbling within her stomach overflows throughout her insides, hair sticking to her face as she attempts to catch her breath, she needed to calm down, she needed to be calm or she’ll cause even more distress to everyone, and she truly didn’t want to do so– she didn’t want to bring any more trauma than she already has, she didn’t want her final moments to be laced with addictive adrenaline rushing through her bones and a the taste of vomit burning the back of her tongue in the slightest.

  “L-Listen——-!!!!!! WAH!!!”

  Before another word could bubble past her lips the suffocating feeling of cold metal clamping around her throat steals the very breath right out of her lungs, frenzied noises of sheer agony ringing restlessly throughout the trial room as she attempts to claw her way out of the metal collar relentlessly tightening around her throat– and just as quick as it arrives it retracts, dragging the dermatologists frail body as if she were a ragdoll of sorts, legs thrashing wildly as she’s hauled back to her death; nothing else is left behind of Nagisa save for the lazy shuttering of the trap door closing behind her.

  It only takes a few moments, a few short moments before the screen flickers on and the show begins, a gust of freezing winds lightly dancing around the trial room as the screen above finally turns from static to what appears to be a beautiful castle hidden within a snow crusted forest of sorts; the camera soon zooming in on the trembling figure of Nagisa herself, her short breaths tainting the air as her nimble steps leave small imprints in the fresh snow, bruised hands clutching her coat tight to herself in an attempt to keep warm before a look of sheer terror in its purest form dances across her face as her steps quicken; their shrieks soon hitting your ears but they have yet to make an appearance, but whatever it was or may be…with a voice like that just the mere thought sent shivers up your spine.

  “Hhhh, o-o-oh my goodness, p-please..!”

  Her panicked begs fall on deaf ears as she begins sprinting towards the castle in an attempt to get away from a creature that the camera seemed to refuse to show, all the meanwhile stumbling and struggling to get through the thick maze of branches and snow, it was almost pitiful, how someone who was normally so graceful stumbled about like a newborn deer who has yet to discover what gravity is; how someone who was seemingly the splitting image of beauty was finally crumbling, but then again, could a murderer be considered beautiful?

  You haven’t the time to ponder over that question before the earth seems to shake around Nagisa, the dermatologist falling onto her hands and knees with each jolt the earth around her makes, and then you see it– you see what appears to be most stunning dragon, its body almost translucent and dusted with various tones of blue and gold, smooth wings tucked neatly by its side as it makes its way towards its target, towards what would be the most delicious meal this forest has to offer and Nagisa barely has time to bring herself from her knees before she’s sent crashing through the castle’s elegant doors; the sound of glass shattering resounding in your ears alongside Nagisa’s shrieks of agony, the camera soon switching to the gruesome image of the small girl buried beneath a mess of broken wood and glass, hands clutching to her torso as she enters a trauma induced state of shock–

  The pain from the impact was suffocatingly enough, but alongside the three deep gashes in her torso it was nothing but a dull simmer; is this what failure felt like? Cold tiled floors and searing pain, the feeling of blood pouring past the cracks of her fingers and the subtle shakes of the earth as her attacker approaches silently?

  “h-h-h-haaaaah…”

  The noise that slips past her lips is barely above a whisper as she bleeds out, blood seeping from her mouth as her eyes meet a pair of pitch black ones, dread filling her very being to the core as its face draws near, blood splattering over its face as Nagisa enters a fit of convulsions due to blood loss, but that’s perfectly fine, because soon your view of her is strained as the castle begins crumbling and the dragons large body blocks your view— a large CRACK! reaching your ears before the screen completely fades to black.

  Nagisa Kinjō has been executed.

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I doodled Emma in class recently.

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As the week crawled on a thick tension built up within everyone’s hearts as they all began to get suspicious of one another. They had heard the rumors of students being in previous situations like this, but… It was hard to grasp. It was hard to take in. You needed a break.

Making your way downtown towards the inner doors leading deeper within the museum’s facilities a sudden high pitched scream makes your blood run cold. Fearing the worse, you rush down the hall towards the area where it had come from only to find yourself freezing within your tracks.

The scream had come from a shaken up Tristan who could only seem to stare at the gruesome sight you found yourself staring at as well in utter horror.

The rumors were true.

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Making connections.

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Admit it. You need this in your life.

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Julius Caesar named giraffes, “Camelopards”  - WTF fun facts

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Damn Young’uns and Your New Fangled “GameStations” and “yPhones”

It was a week since the students first awakened in their captivity, and had used the time to get to know their fellow prisoners and explore the museum. They had realized by now that they were on a ship in the open sea, with no other signs of life outside their boat witnessed since they woke up. Before the students could get too comfy, however, the PA system turned on, and the all too familiar voice of Monobear rang through the museum.

“Alright you fuckfaces! I want you all in the entrance hall in five minutes, right now!”

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Game Start

Hope: a person or thing that may help or save someone.

That is the basis Hope’s Peak Academy was founded on. This illustrious school was meant to be the gathering place for the “hopes” of the world. Only the best and most talented would be allowed to grace its halls, the most gifted teenagers who would be guaranteed to go on to greatness after graduating high school.

You found yourself standing outside the school’s gates, invitation in hand. The school had accepted you, and now it was time to begin your high school career. The gates in front of you weren’t just the gates to a school; they were the gates to success. You step through, anticipation driving you forward.

And it all goes dark.

You wake up in a large chamber, head ringing and eyesight blurry. Bit by bit, your senses come to you and you can get some awareness of your surroundings. You are definitely in a large, circular room, with columns along the wall and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling above. There are also… a number of other students around you, all seeming just as dazed and confused as you are. In front of you is a desk that reads “information” and behind it… a skeleton! It seems to be in the shape of a bear, but if you look closely… there seems to be something behind the skeleton.

It doesn’t seem to realize that you can see it through the gaps in the bones, and is eying you with anticipation. Has anyone else noticed it? What is it waiting for? You are just about to open your mouth, when suddenly, it moves, revealing itself to you.

“Hey there shitheads! I’ve been watching you all since you woke up, and you’ve all been none the wiser, thanks to my unparallelable, or should I say un-bear-allelable hiding skills! I bet you’re all quaking in your boots right now, huh?”

It seemed to be… a black and white bear, split directly down the middle, posing dramatically on the floor in front of everyone.

“In case you haven’t realized yet, you’re not in Hope’s Peak. In fact, you probably couldn’t be further away from the school than you are right now! As for where exactly… well, that’s for you to figure out. Take your time~”

You and your classmates look at each other, perplexed looks on your face. What the hell was going on? “You can’t tell, can you? Well, then I guess that’s just part of the mystery, isn’t it? Anyway, enough of that. I haven’t even introduced myself yet! I am Monobear, and I am this facility’s lovely curator.”

“Whoops, I guess I just gave something away. That’s right, you’re all in a museum. But that’s not important. I bet you’re wondering when you’ll be getting to school. And the answer to that is… never.”

“I decided that instead of going to school, you lil punks can spend your time lazing about here! And in fact, after you’ve long since graduated, why not stay here? Ohoho, here’s a novel idea! Why don’t you guys spend the rest of your life here? There’s plenty to do, so I’m sure you’ll find a way to keep yourself occupied. Hope you guys can get along just fine, since you’re all gonna be stuck with each other for a very… very long time.”

The rest of your life? Were you trapped?

“Though, I guess there is a way for you to get out of here, if you really wanted to. Let’s say, there were an event that required the museum to be vacated, like… a murder? Well, if that’s the case, I guess we’d have to let one of you guys out.”

“In other words, kill someone, and you’ll be let out! Though, that’d mean we have to kill everyone else, wouldn’t it? Oh well, what can you do?”

The bear spun around and leapt behind the information desk, turning back to glance at the students on last time.

“Well, this is it! I feel like my introduction has been finished, meaning all y’all are free to go! So, everything’s simple, right? We all on the same page? Good? Good. I’ll be on my way, and this should probably go without saying, but… ”

“Don’t get caught.”

The bear ducked behind the desk, and, looking behind it, was nowhere to be found. You turn around to get a look at all your students, now that your attention is isn’t being grabbed by that obnoxious bear.

You feel like you’re gonna have a bad time.

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Desperatum Roster Reveal

ALRIGHT! 

After our period of deliberation, the class list for Desperatum Museum Monokumae has been decided. The skype chat will be made this week, and expect a contact request from one of the mods over skype. We will also be sending messages to each of your blogs in order to inform you on your OC’s acceptance and make sure you’re still planning to participate.

So, without further ado.

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