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prettylittlepawn · 7 years ago

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((OOC: This diary entry will act as a recap for everything until now. There are things that Chiyo wouldn’t know about, but needed to be clarified, so please overlook these inconsistencies.))

Diary,

I have long forgotten how many days have passed, but that worry pales in comparison to the horrors all of us have experienced here.

There is so much to recount since my last entry. Such horrific events that I can only wish to forget one day. Diary, to an extent I feel as if I should apologize to you for not keeping you up to date. However, at the same time I wonder why I feel compelled to do so while you are simply a journal for my eyes and no one else’s. Still, I shall recount everything as I remember.. starting from the beginning, and continuing through what I’ve already recounted before.

It all started when nineteen of us awoke in a strange room.

Each of us was more confused than the last and none of us knew a shred of information. There had been a puzzle in the room, solved only after a series of trial and error... our prize was an electric pad, displaying an incomplete map, labeling that room as the “anteroom.”

Soon enough we were introduced to the “Captains” of this luxury cruise ship which we happened to be on. But.. when I say captains.. they weren’t exactly what one might have in mind. Neither of them are human, both of them are plush robotic animals. One, Torimi, is an owl. She is half pink with white polkadots and half dark purple. She adorns a yellow bow and a cheerful attitude, saying “ohohoho” quite often. The other, Akomi, is an axolotl. He is half white and half orange, with floral decoration. He adorns a dark purple bow tie and a rude attitude. Both of these captains feature a red jagged glass eye on their darker half accompanied by a wicked smile. They both also appear to have white bellies with bellybuttons- despite their animal design. I only describe them so deeply because.. their image haunts me dearly...

They told us that we are trapped here, and to escape we must.. kill another.. and get away with murder. They called this a “Killing Game.”

Since my last entry, our only casualty had been Etheldred, the poor soul who had died cruelly at the hands of that.. that axolotl creature. I barely remember why that had happened, I can recall the image of her body bloodied and limp against the wall. She had defied those two robotic monsters after they cruelly killed an old woman. The old woman was Etheldred’s grandmother, and those two self proclaimed “Captains” of this ship simply killed the old woman as an example. Etheldred immediately darted to stop, or even get revenge from those two animals, only to be suddenly stabbed at the neck with a decorative fish. There... was so much blood. I could gag at the memory...

My god, I can’t handle continuing with this. It just.. too cruel.

After that, I had run away in a blind panic. Takuma, the blue haired guitarist, he comforted me. Little did I know, this wouldn’t be the only time he would do so, not by a long shot.

We were given time to explore the ship afterwards. The animals seemed to have planted puzzles to tease us with. Questions that lead to more questions... I feel as if we are all simply being toyed with.

While searching for a puzzle myself, I accidentally and foolishly cut myself in the armory and was rushed to the infirmary thanks to Dmitri. After arriving, Leon looked after me... and.. I was suddenly compelled to tell him my secret.

After a time they gave us what they called “a motive.” Each of us seemed to get a video of our loved ones being tortured and threatened with death unless we start killing each other. I was trembling, staring at the screen of my parents. However, it seemed like others had even more urgent worries.

Takuma had bolted out of the room, similarly to how I did so long ago. And that was the first time I had comforted him.

Suddenly, Ethan Townsworth, the dark looking criminal psychologist, was found stabbed and in comatose, resting in the infirmary. It was so immediate and quick, no one knew what happened! I can only be thankful that we had our Ultimate Surgeon Elizabeth Voz to aid him. At the sight of the blood I.. I think I hid into my room. I’m... so thankful for all my shipmates for cleaning up the scene. I.. I don’t think I could handle it.

Soon afterwards there seemed to be a strange argument between the two plush robots, Akomi and Torimi. The next day, Akomi was found on the kitchen floor with stuffing all around and a knife in his back. It was shocking! I didn’t know what to think.. I spent some time investigating with Takuma, finding incriminating evidence against him... It definitely made me feel anxious.

We held a sort of informal class trial for Akomi. Although, at the time, none of us knew what a formal class trial would be like. The trial was hectic nonetheless, accusations and evidence was thrown all about. Even I was accused by Minori Saeki, the volatile accessory maker! My head was spinning.. despite all my logic and knowledge, I feel like I’m just a deadweight in such tense settings like this.

The informal trial had so many heart pounding turns- but the most thrilling part was when Petra Sakai, the red haired jazz singer, revealed that Dmitri Cierzon had been the one to stab Ethan! Not only that, but it was also revealed that Ethan is also a well known serial killer known as The Butcher. It stunned the entire conversation, I simply remember that my mouth was agape. It turns out that Petra had been extremely fixated on Dmitri after learning his action against Ethan. I.. could only blindly guess as to why.

The trial eventually came to a close, with Torimi foolishly revealing herself as the killer and Akomi revealing himself as never having been truly hurt in the first place.

I’m not sure how much longer after that occurred, but Takeshi, a muscly video editor, had been able to hack into the Mimi pad that each of us had been given and found a peculiar video. I’m still unsure about the significance of it.. it’s mysterious for sure, but none of us seemed to be able to decipher a meaning. Additionally, Manobu, a white haired and confidence architect, found a small compartment that revealed the two plush animals, but truly plush this time- no robots inside. They had messages attached to them: “Hers, one to save the world.” “His, one to win the game.” What do they mean?

Strangely, the Torimi animal commanded us play a social game. “King’s Game” is what it was called. Although I had never played, it was terribly fun. Despite.. our losses and worries, we were having fun. The most notable things about this game is that Runa Knightly, a wonderfully nice writer, confessed her feelings for Seojun Tsoi, a professionally titled internet troll... My heart swelled. Another notable event was the growing relationship of Kai Schmutz, a young small and eery gravedigger and Cici, a dressage and self proclaimed protector of justice. They were... quite cute together.

Honestly, thinking about the mysteries and relationships that come from the time spent here on this ship is much more pleasant than thinking about the events that followed.

Soon after the King’s Game, I discovered Takeshi’s body limp and lifeless on the gym floor. Although the scene itself wasn’t difficult to see in of itself, it was the fact of implications. Takeshi had been murdered, which meant that we were living amongst a murderer. I had fainted soon after screeching at the sight of him. It’s.. embarrassing to an extent, but what kind of reaction am I expected to make?

I was comforted by my peers, Runa Knightly and Leonhard, a stylish dollmaker and confectionist. I am... happy to make connections like this, despite... everything.

There was a period of investigation, shipmates poking and prodding everything everywhere for evidence. And soon the investigation period was over, and we were going to have our first formal trial.

Entering the trial grounds, it was nothing like any of us could have expected. When the two “Captains” Torimi and Akomi had told us that we were on a ship, none of use had any inkling of an idea that we were on an airship. The trial grounds had glass walls and floors, making it more than clear that this is indeed the truth of our situation. Clouds glided beneath our feet and there was no denying it.

Ethan Townsworth was still incapacitated, and yet there was only just enough podiums for all of us on the trial grounds, save for two podiums, with a memorial stand for Etheldred and another for Takeshi. Looking at those images.. the bloody red marked X over their profiles. I got chills.

Unsurprisingly, I was not useful during the trial. Conversations and arguments dragged on for hours, it was almost difficult to follow. Eventually it lead to a proper suspect, Cici. None of us could believe it at first, but it became undeniable as she slipped up about having knowledge of a “Perfect Poison” that Dmitri supposedly had in his possession. It was jarring. Cici.. she had sworn to be our protector and a princess. Although I didn’t have a close connection with her, I could only imagine how the others had felt.. Kai...

The two captains announced a “punishment,” an execution...

I can’t think about it.. It.. it hurts too much...

We somehow learned that Cici had a twin sibling that they would die for. Her sibling was disowned by her money-minded parents and fought against them, fighting against animal cruelty. That was something Cici desperately wanted to do herself, but only her sibling had the strength to. After seeing her precious twin being tortured and held hostage as we all did, she grew a resolve to escape and save her... although, that wasn’t what pushed her to do what she did.

It turns out that Takeshi had a similar resolve, wishing to escape and rescue his long love and video partner. Takeshi took it upon himself to plan out a murder, but foolishly left the plans written on that cursed planning table in the armory. Cici had seen Takeshi’s plans to murder someone, and decided to protect everyone by taking him out herself.

She had stolen a “Perfect Poison” from Dmitri that was the prize for properly solving a puzzle in the infirmary. It was during the confusion of Ethan’s injury, I think.

Cici gave Takeshi the poison in the kitchen, deceiving him, claiming to be giving an energy drink. Takeshi has collapsed almost immediately, and Cici transported his body to the gym using one of the low rise carts from the gym’s closer. She continued to tamper with the scene, pouring water on the floor and laying weights upon him, trying to make it seem like he had tripped and hurt himself that way.

As horrible as this all was.. things would only get worse.

Writing all this is.. almost too trying, my heart can’t take it.. tears are brimming as i write but.. I- I can’t help but feel obligated. What if I become the next victim? I simply must continue, I don’t want to be forgotten..

The time mourning our losses was short lived. Or perhaps it only felt that way.. as time felt almost malleable, the only thing I knew and still now is that we need more time to mourn. The day after, new rooms were revealed to us, and they expected us to explore and discover puzzles. Or at least that’s what I assumed of them. Including the rooms revealed since the beginning, these were all the rooms available to us at the time: armory, laundry room, anteroom, infirmary, gift shop, gym, gym closet, kitchen, dining room, bunkers, library, theater, backstage, and control booth.

I.. happened upon something troubling in the control booth, and decided to hide and keep it to myself. Although, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had seen me.

I happened upon Leon, and, hoping to.. feel safer, I requested him to be my knight. He seemed happy to take the offer, “protecting his queen.” Ahaha, I was so honored, I blushed. Although, I am no queen, not yet at least.

Eventually, our two sadistic captains called us together for another social event, but this one is much less enjoyable than the last. This game is titled “Secrets and Sins,” and it consisted of nothing but revealing undesirable secrets, drawn from a hat of all of our secrets. At this point, Ethan Townsworth had awoken and participated in this game as well.

These secrets.. they’re so troubling.. and having my own secret revealed had thrown me into hysteria. I’m unsure if I should recount these secrets since.. well.. they’re a little bit more than simply private. Although.. at the same time, this will be private as well, right. Whispering secrets to myself shouldn’t do any harm.

Here are a few of the secrets revealed: my own, in which my blood can be found on the black market; revelation that Dmitri’s true talent is not a pastry chef but actually a spy; Izaya had attempted suicide five times; Seojun has self harm scars; Takuma is a survivor of a car crash, and while one of his parents has passed the other is comatose.

Takuma he... never fails to comfort me when I need it. And.. his embrace is so comforting.. Despite everything my parents had warned me about, I want nothing more than to trust him with my life. I only hope I don’t regret these feelings.

The game ended, as all games do, and suddenly it seemed as if all of us had a closer understanding of each other. With secrets revealed, it seemed like we had actually grown closer, having little left to hide. Izaya and Raiden, a respectable Sumo wrestler seemed to have even become a couple. Although the game was horrible, I wonder if this was the captains’ goal. Or perhaps they had messed up..

Not long afterwards the axolotl and owl had gathered us together again. At first it seemed like a simple feast. They prepared the dinning room fantastically with a spread of every food imaginable. It was soon revealed to just be a lure for a new motive: another video of our loved ones.

This video consisted of our loved ones congratulating us on our graduation of Hope’s Peak. This stunned us, realizing that we had genuinely lost years of our memories and experiences. But that wasn’t all, the plush animals told us that we could recover our memories if we killed, and if we don’t, then the memories our loved ones have of us will be wiped just like ours had been.

I can barely remember anything from then anymore. After the feast had gone away, I ate something strange, and my thoughts became hazy and erratic. I was.. rude to Runa, and talked back to Petra. I.. I can’t even imagine myself doing anything like that.

I awoke the next day to Takuma informing me that two more bodies have been discovered: Ethan and Minori’s. I couldn’t believe that their lives had ended so quickly. Then he informed me that it was done with an explosion. I... panicked.

The something I had “happened upon” in the control booth had been a bomb and a trigger, a prize for solving a puzzle. The bomb was missing and the trigger was in my pocket. With Takuma there to see men in my panic, I begged him not to tell. He heartedly agreed, and I felt overwhelmingly relieved... and guilty. My logic and reasoning had told me that I was the killer, must have had done something horrible in my delusion after eating something strange.

I had to be the killer, that’s what my logic was telling me. Or, at least that’s what I thought.

Takuma tried to lead me outside of my room, hoping to allow me a chance to investigate before the trial. But...

I couldn’t shake that feeling.

The feeling that I was the killer and that I was going to die.

I held onto his hand and pulled him towards me.

As far as reasoning goes, I no longer understand my mind and heart and my actions.

I kissed him.

Lightly and desperately I gave him my fist and possibly last kiss as tears streamed down my eyes.

I pulled back after a moment and he.. he continued to pull me to investigate. I was almost heartbroken.. I was so unsure of everything but all I wanted was to do it again.

Ethan and Minori’s bodies were almost completely mangled. The blood and stench of burnt flesh seeped into the walls and stained my memories. I.. cowardly stayed as far away from the scene as i could. The investigation period ended too soon, and the trial had arrived before we knew it.

That time, entering the trial grounds was akin to entering our own collective horror story. It was storming beyond the glass walls and floors. Cracking and booming thunder accompanied flashing lightning. I’m not sure if anyone noticed me jump every time they startled me. Dark clouds only gave slight premonition to our bleak future.

As the trial continued, it seemed clear to me that I had to confess. They were going no where, bringing up disconnected points of evidence and recycling known information. It turns out that Takuma was unable to keep his promise and had brought suspicion onto me. I confessed immediately, grossly sobbing and apologizing, begging everyone to vote for me and survive another day.

But my reasoning was wrong. I couldn’t believe it, the logic that I had cultivated as a chess player was completely wrong, as they pointed out inconsistencies and evidence against my confession. As relieved as I was to be proven wrong, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe.. that my logic was wrong.

The trial continued, and another slip from our killer revealed a new undeniable suspect. Petra Sakai, our hot blooded jazz singer slipped up. It was an unsuspected turn, especially as it seemed like no evidence pointed to her save for her own oral mistake.

She continued to fight, blaming myself as the killer, but with reasoning of everyone together against it seemed more than clear that it couldn’t have been me, and it had to be her.

This time, all of us unapologetically voted for her. And we were right.

Petra had indeed seen me escaping with the bomb that day. She left some food for me to naively eat, but I was drugged, leaving me feeling agitated and sedated. I fell into a deep sleep.

From there, Petra stole the bomb and trigger, and then she left a note for Ethan, luring him into the library. However, at the same time Minori had plotted to kill him as well, following and sneaking into the library from the control booth, locking the door behind them.

Ethan approached the bomb that Petra planted out of sight, and he died upon impact. Minori had entered the room, and the shrapnel and explosion of the bomb only grazed them. Seeing Minori at the scene, Petra had to get rid of them, and struggled against them, using Minori’s own knife against them.

Petra then continued with the murder, leaving a calling card of another killer and tampering with the evidence. In the end, she planted the trigger back in my pocket during my delirious slumber.

It turns out that Petra was not only the Ultimate Jazz Singer, but also the Ultimate Copycat Murderer. I... I had no idea that Hope’s Peak had accepted such people...

Petra had grown up with parents who were also serial killers, and I suppose that she simply followed in their footsteps. Her parents had embedded in her the idea that she must find her true love, and she will know that they are her true love because they will happily kill along side her.

Perhaps this is why she so closely latched onto Dmitri after learning he was the one who stabbed Ethan.

When Akomi and Torimi gave everyone the motive videos, Petra wondered who a particular person was. While the others she recognized, there was a face congratulating her that she had never seen before.

The two captains informed her that that person was her true soulmate, and they had met and fell in love during her lost memories at Hope’s Peak Academy. This is what drove her to take the lives of our classmates- to reunite with her soulmate. “This was all for love!” She screamed.

That scream still echoed in all of our minds as we watched her “punishment”... her execution.

I wanted to hurl. Even she didn’t deserve such a cruel fate.

At the end of the trial, I couldn’t help but feel betrayed by all of those I felt close to. Takuma was unable to keep his word, and Leon had brought it out of him, effectively putting me in the spotlight for mains suspect. I felt guilty for my rudeness towards Runa- and a gross pang of jealousy with her and Seojun’s growing relationship.

Once again, new rooms opened up for us to explore. It seemed almost as if this were nothing more than a process at that point. We now had a lounge, a fortune teller’s room, a ballroom, and a chapel along with everything else.

I eventually caved into my feelings, realizing my immaturity and apologized to everyone I felt the need to. I am young, and my logic is flawed, so I should trust in my peers to help us find the truth. That was the resolve I came to. I confronted Leon, apologized for my actions of hiding evidence, and reinstated him as my loyal knight. I apologized to Runa as well, although I.. didn’t bring up my feelings about her and Seojun... And- I apologized to Takuma.

We happened to come across each other in the lounge, and I had originally wanted to immaturely remain stubborn. Ah, I- It’s difficult to think about, simply because of how childish and embarrassing I acted.

I walked up to him and declared that I didn’t forgive him yet (while secretly I already did) and he immediately bombarded me with promises and make ups- and I turned away.

And only when I looked back did I realize that he... he...

Ah, I suppose it’s not my story to tell, but I.. grew a sort of resolve afterwards. We had ended up in his bunker and became much closer. I’m... so... embarrassingly fond of him... fond of his touch... his lips.. ah, simply the way he holds me makes em feel a sort of bliss I’ve never felt before... Takuma... This feeling is.. so true....

How do I describe the next few events? The bizarre actions of our “Captains” never fail to confuse me as every one of us woke up one day to find a wedding invitation at our bunker door. Although it didn’t say who the betrothed was, it claimed to be a wedding for Akomi and “his beloved,” and that proper formal clothing was prepared for us in our closets.

Arriving at the Chapel, it was clear that this was all the doing of our very own Ultimate Wedding Planner Josefina, as every corner of the already beautiful rococo decor has been bonafide with florals and wedding decorations. I was worried at first.. I didn’t see Takuma anywhere! And.. seeing Runa and Seojun appreciate each other’s dapper and stunning formal clothes.. well, I can’t say i wasn’t envious.

After everyone was settled, the organs started playing, and we waited for Akomi’s beloved to be revealed beyond the door. I was still upset at Takuma’s absence, but was immediately stunned by what happened next.

Takuma, adorned in a white dress, stood there... seemingly just as stunned as we were. How was I- how was any of us supposed to respond to this situation? Organ music still playing, Takuma quickly questioned and claimed to have been drugged asleep until right then at that moment. I barely recall, but I’m sure people were laughing at the time.

Takuma walked the aisle unglamorously and approached Akomi, quickly requesting a divorce before being wed. Interestingly- and much to my relief- Akomi agreed to the arraignment and the marriage was called off.

Akomi and Torimi quickly ushered all of us into the ballroom for some post-wedding/divorce ceremony. I’m still unsure of the processes of a traditional wedding or divorce, but we had a moment to dance and treat ourselves to a massive white cake.

And.. when I say massive that is no exaggeration.. the base of the cake seemed to be akin to the base of a grand piano, and the height nearly reached the ceiling, forcing me to wonder how they could have possibly brought it into the room. Still, I treated myself to a portion of it.. Leonhard had... treated himself to a little bit more than a portion.

During our time dancing, Runa and Seojun shared a flashy and scenic kiss. Ah.. even writing this now boils some sort of feeling inside of me. Turning away from the scene... I... asked Takuma to kiss me as well, and he complied.

After some time, the captains brought to us another social game. “The Newlywed Game,” it was called, and the questions varied greatly. Some questions related to our playing partner, some not, some even.. asked us personal questions... and even more.. ah, I’m not sure how to describe them clearly. I suppose.. an example is needed. One of the questions I recall was “What would you do if you were charged at with a knife?”

That event had finally ended after what seemed like too long. Leonhard had treated himself to too much cake and.. seemed a little more than ill. After we finished the game a number of people rushed him to the infirmary. We were left wondering why the two animals had put us through all that, but questions like that were only as pointless as everything else that’s happened to us.

A day passed, and it seemed like we found the answer- or at least the answer to why the wedding was held. Those of us who had eaten the cake were given some sort of antidote or immunity to some strange invisible gas the captains had released all over the ship. They caused hallucinations, paranoia, and it became clear that this was Akomi and Torimi’s new motive.

Some time passed, those of us who were affected and were a harm to ourselves were staying in the infirmary. And as soon as we thought they were safe enough to return to their bunkers for the night, another murder happened.

Manobu, the confident self-loving architect and Raiden, the overwhelmingly nice sumo wrestler. Th... their deaths.. they were nothing less of horrific. Entering the chapel after hearing the commotion, I saw Manobu’s body strung up by ropes on the podium, looking as if he were staring us down like some sort of deity. Raiden’s body.. was... gruesome, horrible to even lay eyes on. Izaya was there long before I even peeked into the ballroom. Cradling his head, Izaya was more than heartbroken, more than mourning. It’s.. it’s too cruel.. I feel as if I could.. tears almost overflowing myself as I write this. Raiden’s body was defiled with self harm markings, surrounded by a pool of blood and incriminating objects around him.

I hate this.. I.. I hate having to live this way.. to experience all this... The end of the investigation period couldn’t come soon enough.

Once again, I was helpless during the trial. But this time I’m unsure if it was because of the whirring and frightening field of green tornadoes beyond the glass or because of my own shortcomings.

It seemed almost as if we were never going to find the true killer, until Elizabeth slipped and revealed damning evidence against her. Elizabeth Vos.. our surgeon.. who.. who had sworn under a Hippocratic Oath to save lives.. was revealed to have plotted to kill all of us..

She failed to have any cake during the wedding reception, and was victim to the same hallucinations and hysteria as her patients. The biggest difference is that her hallucinations were of her murderous parents, telling her to escape and become a true surgeon or else her life had been for naught. It drove her mad. And this madness told her that she needed to kill everyone in order to escape- after all, if you kill everyone, there is no one to discover your fault.

Elizabeth confronted Manobu first, who was also under the hallucinations without that cake. She told him that there was someone plotting to kill him, and together they planned to investigate everyone at different times. She had Manobu write and deliver notes to everyone, to lure them out at different times, but only a few people had actually received the letters, being so late at night.

Before the next day, Elizabeth and Manobu met up again one last time, and she offered him tea with sedatives inside. It was then that Manobu realized he was being poisoned, and requested a final wish. He wanted to be discovered by everyone in the chapel, with his body looking down upon them. Strangely, Elizabeth complied. As she left to the armory to retrieve rope, Manobu used the last of his strength to take himself to the Chapel. Elizabeth eventually came, strapping him to his wishes, and performed a lethal injection to put him to rest.

Next, she happened to come across Raiden, and then did the same. Sedatives within a cup of tea, and then lethal injection. As soon as she did so however, Akomi and Torimi came in to remind her that killing more than two people at a time was against the rules, and she would be executed if she were to continue with her plan.

She resolved that she would have to cover up her tracks if she wanted to escape like her delusions wanted her to.

She first slit Raiden’s arms to make it seem as if it was a suicide. She went back to Manobu, and roughly strangled his neck with some spare rope, tearing his skin off of his neck. She left the rope and a knife from the kitchen at Raiden’s side, to frame him for Manobu’s death. She even went as far as to rub the rope against Raiden’s palms, tearing the skin there as well.

She scrambled to hide evidence, retrieving the unsent letters and planting them in Runa’s cloths in the laundry room. Ineffectively framing her for the murders.

How could all of this happen? My head is honestly still spinning. Elizabeth was a doctor, she cared for all of us. It’s all those two monster’s faults. Akomi and Torimi. Our captains. This is all because of that hallucinating gas.

It seemed like Elizabeth came to at the very end, begging and apologizing for her actions.

It’s... so hard to bare.

She was dragged off, as they all were, to another horrific execution. “Punishment..” This entire Killing Game is a punishment.

Many of us were devastated by this latest murder. To me.. it almost feels as if my heart has stopped beating. Surely it is, I’m still alive after all. But it doesn’t feel quite right. Fear flows through my every vein as I’m now completely alone in my bunker.

Of course, even now the horror doesn’t end.

New rooms were revealed to us, and none of us even seem to have the energy to be excited for it. There is now a power room, a lab, a storage room, and an observatory.

Just the other day, we were called together once again by the captains of the ship, dragging us to the observatory to reveal a new motive.

Each of us had been fashioned a sort of mechanical collar, and orally given a forbidden action. The forbidden actions are thusly: I cannot interact with a male until there is a murder. Takuma Mitsukuri must speak like Akomi until there is a murder. Izaya Fanróng cannot speak until there is a murder. Kai Schmutz must walk backwards everywhere until there is a murder. Saki Tazuka cannot touch water until there is a murder. Seojun Tsoi may not sleep until there is a murder. Josefina De Belasco must speak in rhyme until there is a murder. Runa Knightly cannot lie until there is a murder. This includes lies by omission as well as the refusal to answer a question. She must answer everything you are asked with complete honesty. Leonhard Vogel cannot leave F1 until there is a murder. Dmitri Cierzon cannot leave F2 until there is a murder.

These actions seem.. asinine, and unfair. Runa must simply not lie, while Saki, our excitable Sailor, cannot touch water? Even I seem to have been let off easy.

And it seems like these actions are complete unforgiving as...

Ah.. it’s.. so difficult... to recount.

Izaya, after simply reacting to pain, had been immediately punished for going against their forbidden action of not talking.

It seemed as if the collar had stabbed them from the inside, spewing blood so immediately and dramatically.

It was.. so sudden.. too sudden.. ah, my heart can’t take it....

I immediately locked myself into my bunker, and for once I’m thankful for my loneliness.

I have lots of time to myself. So.. I suppose that is why I decided to recount all of this.. or.. or at least one of the reasons.

I’m heartbroken, honestly. Without a murder, I cannot interact with my Knight nor my Love. Ah.. calling him my love is.. actually quite embarrassing, even on silent paper like this. Still, a part of me is.. reluctant to wish it.. but I hope something bad will happen.. such that I can be with them again.

Also, it’s perhaps bad to say as well, but I’m glad that Leonhard and Dmitri are split apart. Leonhard is.. my loyal knight, and I wish for nothing bad to happen to him. But he has grown a little more than fond of Dmitri lately and... it worries me. Dmitri is.. is someone who had the willpower to stab our classmate. I.. I simply don’t want Leonhard to be hurt.

Diary, I hope this isn’t too much to unpack. I.. can only hope things will be better soon, but with the current circumstances.. I can only feel dread... and fear... what’s going to happen to us?

I must stay hopeful.. or.. at least try to.

Yours dearly, Chiyo Oshiro

#Writing #diary entry #ch4

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twicehunted · 6 years ago

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THE BASICS:

Name: H U N T E R daniels Age: 38 Date of Birth: Nov. 17, 1982 Gender: Male Species: Human Pronouns: He/His Religion: Agnostic Orientation: Sexual …lol. Pansexual. You can find him every dating site imaginable, honest. Status: Taken Occupation: Teacher@Altimira Academy, Mercenary@The Gamble

THE PHYSICAL:

FC: Chris Evans Height: 6′0″ Weight: 194 pounds Body Type: Athletic

THE ALTER EGO:

Name: The Huntsman Powers:

The ability to convert potential energy stored in an inanimate object into pure kinetic energy - he can turn inanimate objects into explosives. He prefers to charge smaller objects. He uses a pair of twin 92FS Berettas and uses rubber bullets that he charges as his main weapon. This charges the rubber bullets with the same explosive level as the a grenade.

This ability to tap into kinetic energy grants him a series of superhuman feats due to his body constantly generating bio-kinetic energy - he has enhanced strength, speed and endurance.

At full strength (which he has not yet developed), Hunter would be able to control all aspects of kinetic energy down to the molecular. This allows him to manipulate the potency of his bio-kinetic energy and allows him to make that energy start to burn, cause molecular discomfort, incinerate, create timed detonations, fire energy blasts and heal wounds. Under such conditions, he holds sufficient power to cause another being to be unable to move—or unable to stop if in motion. He could also use his powers to travel through space-time and cross dimensions by transforming himself into living energy and join the energy in the world.

Alignment: Good Costume/Armor: His mask is made out of Kevlar and has a LED light wires across the mask as depicted in the picture above! He wears sleek, black, KEVLAR enforced armor; he has two gun holsters that hold his Berettas on his right and left side. He also has a carry-on for a shotgun on his back.

The Biography:

When Hunter was born, his parents were overjoyed and excited to have finally completed their family. Everything was picture perfect, straight out a Norman Rockwell painting - a bread-winner father, a home-maker mother and their beautiful baby boy. The Daniels family prided themselves in the fact that their family was as close to the perfect nuclear family that they could be and that was something that valued greatly. Too greatly.

Image had been everything for his parents and that was what condemned Hunter to a life of strife.

The majority of his life had been normal. His mother was his main care-taker and his father played the stereotypical role of the stern disciplinarian. The family had dinner every night at 7 o'clock - it was an hour and a half after his father came home from work. His mother would serve their dinner and end the night with dessert. Family life was a routine; his parents enjoyed the image that they had created.

Hunter’s 8th birthday had changed that family image for good.

During his 8th birthday, Hunter’s powers started to develop. At first, it was harmless but by the time his 8th birthday rolled around, Hunter’s ability to harness potential energy took a turn. As he helped his mother prepare for the party, he picked up a fork and transformed that kientic potential energy it had into an explosive. He dropped the fork and started to grab something, anything …unfortunately, as he kept trying to grab things, he kept unleashing and tapping the potential kinetic energy in the objects and causing explosions.

Immediately, his family moved out of the town. They were embarrassed and outraged that their son caused this. They were less concerned about whether or not Hunter had been hurt and more concerned that no one in the neighborhood would look at them like they were normal again.

Upon moving to a new town, his parents immediately put him in a Home for Mutants.

And that was the last time he would ever see his family.

Hunter had been put into Griselda’s School for the Gifted. On the brochure, it claimed that the shcool would nurture and protect the children brought to them; it swore that it would take the children and cure them of their mutant defects. The school claimed and promoted its ability to take mutant children and turn them back to normal, functioning humans.

It did none of that.

The tortures that Hunter and the other children admitted were beyond explanation. Hunter would claim that he forgot all about the torture, but he could never forget the horrors that came from that home; there are still visible scars on his body, but the mental and emotional scars are still as strong as the day it happened. The haunting of the faces of his friends as their bodies could no longer take the torture have forever been embedded in his mind.

There were too many deaths that happened - too many children who could not take the procedures to cure them. Hunter was able to survive as his abilities had continually and constantly caused his body’s bio-kinetic energy to keep regenerating - he was a subject that the doctors enjoyed testing on because of this. There were too many days when he would lay there and wonder when this would end; he would look up and wonder if he deserved this pain.

After 10 years of torture, Hunter escaped the home. He and a handful of others finally broke out of the home. Ceres Centropolis was the immediate next step - the city was known for being one of the most accepting for those who had abilities. That’s what Hunter wanted: a place to consider home.

During this time, Hunter knew that it would be hard for him to assimilate into normal every-day life. Although he was a functioning adult, he knew that he couldn’t bring himself to work a desk job. Rather, he found himself working as a pay for hire mercenary - he joined the ranks of powered people who were hired as hitmen, killers, or whatever was asked for the right price.

Hunter took the easy jobs at first. He wanted to take his time before taking the larger jobs - he was still in the middle of learning to fully harness his abilities. Although it took time (and a lot of trial and error with multiple visits to hospitals), Hunter had learned to use his powers that way he needed to. Currently, he has good control of his abilities now but there is still so much potential that he has not tapped into yet; he still has much to learn.

During this time, Hunter finally stepped into his alter ego: The Huntsman. As The Huntsman, he took on the jobs that targeted many of the vilest human beings - his job because more bloody than expected. He took down many of these criminals and unfortunately, that put him on the radar of many people. Although he never labels himself with either hero or villain, he does pick the side that he decides is morally aligned with himself.

When he saved enough money, Hunter bought out the entire property of where Griselda’s School for the Gifted had been. The first thing he did when got the deed for the property was to demolish the entire home. He took it all down and built park on top of it - he never claimed credit for it. He swore that it didn’t do anything worth bragging about, but ever so often, he’d visit this park and notice a few people who came to visit a well. They won’t say anything, but they’d share a glance and they knew they were all survivors.

The Huntsman vs Griselda’s School for the Gifted started the vigilante justice that Ceres Centropolis is so well-known for now. People were quick to realize that they could become a hero but at the same time, they could also become villains; this was the double-edge sword that became part of The Huntsman’s legacy.

The Huntsman has lent his abilities and reputation to Gray’s Gamble. He’s close friends with Gray and has always willingly helped out Gray whenever The Gamble needed him (even when they didn’t need him). Those are people that he considers family and he would do anything to protect them.

Season 1:

At the start of season 1, Hunter was in the wind - he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and followed his own code of justice. However, as time went on, he developed more universal idea of what his code of justice was. It was safe to say that no matter what happened in Ceres Centropolis, Hunter could be found either in the middle of it or probably caused it.

The past year in Ceres Centropolis has been one that pulled Hunter in directions that he had not expected. His son from the future arrived and Hunter had to quickly change from the careless bachelor that he was to someone that his son could rely on, especially during the dangers that come from the city herself.

During the summer of last year, Hunter found himself in the center of the alien invasion that rocked Ceres Centropolis. As The Huntsman, he stepped into the center of the energy well and with the power of the powered people who were taken by the aliens, he was able to seal the well and close the portal for the aliens. At that time, he disappeared and became pure energy. He returned to Ceres Centropolis after a few weeks and returned with Annie’s brother. After this, Hunter offered his services to Altimira Academy - The Huntsman became a teacher.

As he started his career as a teacher, Hunter had a special delivery: the baby version of his son, Dean. He didn’t know her mother, just that she abandoned him at the footsteps of Altimira Academy. After that, Hunter knew he had to get out of Ceres Centropolis - he moved into the suburbs of Ceres Centropolis. At this time, he started to date Annie Warren (the woman he has been pining about for over five years). Everything seemed to be going well for him, but that never lasts in Ceres Centropolis.

When the mutated experiments rampaged the city, he teamed up with his best friends, Gray Oliver, Godrick Quentin, Mickey McAllister and Brett Levine to fend off as much of that as they could. However, when S.H.O.T. rose, their actions had to be on the quiet end. It made sense that when Atlantis rose and the dome came up, Hunter and his friends were all in the center of the dome.

So, basically, Hunter’s story picks up with Ceres Centropolis returns. He’s been trying to get back as quickly as he could: he wanted to see his son, after all.

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Much of the post-election analysis has focused on strategic fixes–what should have been done. But what can Trump’s win tell us about more fundamental theories of politics? In what way does the failure of an alliance based on labor, environmentalists and civil rights activists give us clues about our basic social power concepts?

Those three categories are fairly clear voting blocks (consider, for example, the very different constituencies that the AFL-CIO, Sierra Club, and Black Lives Matter represent), but they are also broad theory categories. Marxist theory predicts that working class voters will struggle to find a way to understand and represent their interests; environmentalists interrogate Western views of “dominion over nature”; and race theorists confront the structures of white supremacy. None of these theoretical projects occurred in a vacuum and there has been lots of good intersectional work across all three. But when it comes to praxis, history has lots of examples where these movements were pitted against each other or were incompatible from the start. Think of the 1930s labor strikes when black scabs were brought in to break all-white unions; the 1970s white activists who abandoned civil rights to start “Earth First”; and the 1980s loggers who found themselves pitted against the spotted owl.

We are, admittedly, painting these complicated and old social movements with a very broad brush but there are critical moments today when these basic incompatibilities have resulted in direct and immediate consequences. When Hillary Clinton said she would “put coal miners … out of work” it was not a misstep, it was an honest (if inadvertent) admission of our failure to articulate a fundamental political theory; to paint a coherent vision from the contradictory pallet of blue collar labor, green environmentalists and black and brown rights advocates.

An attempt to create exactly that vision is at the core of Teknokultura’s new special issue on “generative justice”. Generative justice is defined as “the circulation of unalienated value, under control of those who generate it”. The idea came out of a six year NSF grant that brought together community organizers with humanities, science and engineering scholars in locations ranging from rural west Africa to New York’s inner cities. As we looked over the best outcomes—a DIY condom vending machine, math lessons using fractals in cornrow braiding, solar ink production for local weavers—a common pattern began to emerge. In every case that counted as success—where the underserved communities we worked with were able to access or build something that improved their material conditions—there was a very direct connection between labor and its rewards, or, what Marx would have called “unalienated value.” But our successes (and our many failures) did not center on labor value alone: there was also a lot of value that non-human allies in nature were producing, and a third category that was more about “expression”: unalienated sexuality, free speech, spirituality and the like. Unlike Marx’s ideal in which value was extracted and centralized before redistribution, these forms of value remained in unalienated form and circulated in a commons. It was a kind of justice from the bottom-up: if those who generate value stay in control, they can share the fruits of their physical, ecological, and expressive activities in a kind of gift economy of reciprocity and commons-based production.

Many of these successes were innovations rather than inventions. Condom vending machines have existed for a long time, but with a bit of help from computer-aided design and rapid prototyping, we ended up with a DIY machine that can be made using tools and parts commonly available in West Africa. Rather than requiring mass production in a high tech factory, this would keep the financial value in the community of use, and also help sustain local artisanal groups and traditions. Back in the US we made a similar move using simulations of African American cornrow hairstyles for math and computing education. In contrast to the vending machine’s focus on keeping labor value local, circulating these “heritage algorithms” was about the expressive value of black cultural tradition, which made for less alienating STEM lessons in inner city classrooms. Some of those students have started to create 3D printed versions of their work (image above), and two of the hairstylists have offered to display them in their shops to see if this can bring in more customers, and our engineering students are working on a switch to recycled plastic. AI and robotics is generally about replacing workers and deskilling jobs, but a generative approach to STEM can use these technologies to amplify the abilities of artisanal labor, expand access to cultural expression and improve ecological sustainability.

How does all that apply to Trump’s election and destructive mismatch between labor, environment and civil rights? One of the Democrats’ greatest errors was promising that lost manufacturing jobs would be replaced by skilled labor in the tech sector or renewable energy in some soon-to-be-realized shiny future. None of the latinos laid off from Texas oil fields, white equipment installers without jobs in Indiana, or black auto workers replaced by the most recent wave of automation could see how this was going to get them a job next week. At best, it’s a promise that their children might get that education, but those sorts of promises have been broken more times than kept.

Generative justice, in contrast, gets at the fundamental issue at stake: unalienated labor means being in charge of the production process and seeing it directly benefit those around you. Building a political campaign with generative justice in mind actually has precedence. There are lots of real-world models for the sorts of value circulation that we call generative justice, but they are rarely gathered together under a coherent social analysis. Take for example the workers’ council movement in Czechoslovakia prior to the Soviet invasion of 1968. There were councils in 120 enterprises, for a total of about 800,000 employees–almost 1/6th of the national workforce who had a say in how labor was paced, managed and even what products were produced. These organizations ran much like a modern capitalist corporations but management and executive positions were democratically selected by and amongst workers. Each enterprise was independent, but interrelated, often inviting workers to sit as external members on hiring committees.

Such an arrangement does not neatly fit into state-controlled communism or capitalism. It derives worker protections, product quality standards, and other social welfare concerns from contracts and agreements between democratic bodies, not from government bureaucracies. Workers’ councils, like all practices that illustrate the generative justice concept —open source software, indigenous gift economies, commons-based land management, and so on— are best understood as lying on an axis which runs orthogonal to the conventional right/left political spectrum of state-protected capitalist or communist politics.

The same holds for the other two categories, unalienated ecological value and unalienated expressive value. Once you catch the fundamental concept of generative justice then any scheme for extraction becomes suspect, whether private enterprise, state bureaucracy, or other institutional domination. Trump’s scheme to help oil companies alienate value from nature runs in parallel to his plans to help homophobic institutions like the American Family Association alienate citizens from their own spiritual, sexual and cultural identities. But the record for protecting labor, the environment and civil rights is no better for socialist bureaucracies than it is for market economies. And “mixed” economies like the People’s Republic of China are no recipe for justice either.

So what does work in driving social structures closer to the ideal of generative justice? One of the common themes that shows up in the Teknokultura special issue is the importance of grassroots organizations that combined a social agenda with activities of “making”. Unlike political movements that aim for changes through policy or legislation, these groups make democratic action a part of mixing labor and raw resources into finished artifacts. To be clear generative justice is not only about making things, but some of its best illustrations are found in cases where unalienated value circulation is a deliberate expression of both politics and physical production.

Take for example open source software, maker spaces and other DIY-oriented sharing collectives. As several articles in the issue note, there are plenty of great generative justice exemplars in that category, ranging from Liberating Ourselves Locally (a “people-of-color-led, gender-diverse, queer and trans inclusive hacker/maker space in East Oakland”) to vast international enterprises like MakerHealth that allows nurses and others to create their own health care innovations. But none of these collectives happened through some kind of Adam Smith style “invisible hand” of self-interested competition. Rather they are all examples of a kind of hybrid between old fashioned grassroots organizing and new technologies of sharing (code, blue prints etc. shared via creative commons, github, instructables and other platforms).

Imagine, then, a political platform based not on asking “how will American workers compete against those in Asia” or “how will we defeat the coal lobby” but rather “how will value be returned to all workers? How will the ecological value created by non-humans be returned to them, sustaining their soil, water, air and biodiversity? And how will the shy, ineluctable aspects of our being–spiritual or atheist, gay or straight, artist or logician–be similarly circulated to nurture communities of our choosing?” We hope readers will take a look at the special issue and join this conversation.

Ron Eglash received his B.S. in Cybernetics, his M.S. in Systems Engineering, and his PhD in History of Consciousness, all from the University of California. His work includes the book African Fractals, and the online Culturally Situated Design Tools suite. He is currently a Professor of Science and Technology Studies at Rensselaer.

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