Disclaimer: The Danganronpa franchise does not belong to me and is owned by Spike Chunsoft.
A/N: Hey guys! I am known in the Dangonronpa Fanfiction world for my in-progress stories of the Danganronpa franchise. Due to work and study commitments I unfortunately had to abandon them both. However, I am very excited with this one that has had lengthy preparation. I can confidently promise you, that my plot will be amazing and I am looking forward to shocking you all with my ideas. Due to you obviously shaping the direction of the stories a large part is still unplanned. But your characters will be brought to life in my story and I will try my absolute best to bring them to life.
Please read my past reviews to reassure you that I will do your characters justice.
This will be written in a similar format to the games to re-create the gameplay feel to Danganronpa.
"Upuhuhu… Welcome you fanfic thirsty delinquents. This is your headmaster… well now in fact your Captain, upuhuhu. I'm absolutely, excitedly, enthusiastically thrilled to introduce you all to my fourth instalment of the killing game. This isn't version number… whatever… as part of a reality show or a virtual world of meaningless avatars. This is REAL despair! Cut yourself a slice of cherry pie, buckle up and brace yourselves for another EPIC school semester of gruelling killing! Upuhuhu!"
THE KILLING GAME IS… NOT… OR WILL NEVER BE… OVER!
Hi everyone. My name is Tentai Uuchu, internationally known as the Ultimate Neurosurgeon.
Tentai Uuchu | 5"5 , 53kg
The Ultimate Neurosurgeon
Silvery-grey hair swept to one side that nearly reached her elbows. Her hair texture wavy and was coloured with violet streaks. Her eyes were pink, like diluted lavender. She was dressed in school attire; an oversized purple cardigan that covered a loose white untucked shirt and her black pleated skirt was scattered with small white stars. She wore dark grey suede Chelsea boots.
You may ask why I would devote myself to a career in which I'm required to make life and death decisions?
Well…
It's life
In a world in which the population is continuously decreasing my talent is paramount for human survival. There is no time to let your conscience get polluted with dread-fuelled emotions of guilt or anxiety. Neither is it healthy to give yourself dilemmas like; "what if I lose the grip of my endoscope and cut the wrong part of the brain?" Or; "what if I accidently damage a nerve when attempting to remove a brain tumour?"
That is not to say I'm not organised and don't take risks into consideration. I became a lot more apprehensive of my work when I was recruited by the C16 Programme. There proposition was understandable yet raised countless of ethical issues. I initially wondered how my talent could benefit them but then they told me about $G8B*T… JV9&yyT… huh… what's go-
ugh…
what's happening…
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…
That was when everything went black and my life as I knew it became a distant memory.
PROLOGUE:
All Hands-on Deck Aboard Despair Odyssey
Surviving Students: 16
I was lost in darkness. Figments of distant memories were slowly piecing together like a jigsaw puzzle, yet none of it made any sense. The closer I was awaking to my current situation the quicker those flashback images began to fade away, but one fixated in my mind.
Stars.
A starry sky where the stars would shine like diamonds. They seemed so close I could almost brush my fingertip against them.
I opened my eyes and world was in smudges through my blurry perspective. Shades of blue began to sharpen and I began to distinguish the vague contrast of blues; one shade the sky and the other shade the sea. The waves followed rhythmic pattern that churned my stomach and more pain followed in my back as it was sore against a hard-wooden surface. Splinters of wood grazed my back as I pushed myself up in order to survey the world from a better angle.
The world was unfamiliar. The sun was bright, yet I could barely feel a warm stroke from the sun. Squawks could be irritably heard, yet their silhouette bodies failed to appear underneath the sun. It also came to my attention that I was uncomfortably wet, my clothing was heavy from the weight of the water and the coldness crept on my body as a wind gushed past. I looked down to see drops of water dripping to the floor from my pleated school skirt. I trailed my eyes closer to my hand and took glimpse of a ring on my finger that irritatingly sparkled in the sun. It was then the frozen-in-time flashback resurfaced my memory of starry night skies. However, this evoked loneliness and my heart felt half empty for a second.
I'm alone.
"I can't allow myself to be lost in a train of through. My neurosurgical experience has taught to focus on the problem at-task!"
Get a grip.
I better take a look around…
DECK 2
SUN DECK FRONT
Swimming Pool; several sun loungers surrounded the rectangular pool. Silver railing step ladders were accessible to get into the pool. No thanks, I don't fancy sharing the water with somebody else's bacteria.
Life safety equipment; a life ring, life jackets and insert name was all there for safety measures. However, one dinghy was missing. Is this due to the lack of provision or has one recently been used?
Intercom; a handy communication device. I suppose it's useful to disseminate news across to different areas.
Monitor; must be waterproof to be out here. I suppose it is used for announcements. Yet there is something eerie about it. The box like shape and the rusty mustard yellow, it didn't complement the rest of the ship.
Surveillance camera; expected in this day and age. Why do I feel creepily watched?
Backpack; my backpack! Which was also dripping wet. I picked it up to find it unusually heavy, and whatever was inside was rectangular and stretched the fabric causing the zips to be jammed. Damn.
Well that's pretty much sums up this part of the ship.
The fogginess in my head soon cleared. The sea, the irritable squawking, the salt in the air…I was aboard a cruise ship. But why? It wasn't just any ship either.
This cruise ship was Hope's Odyssey.
A medium-sized vessel that commuted Ultimate talented students across the globe to different countries and cultures. It was an academic excursion which aimed to enhance our skillset by learning from different cultures. A selection of us were recruited by the Ultimate Initiative with a motive to share us with the wider world and become tutors of our own talent.
As I began to walk, the floating feeling I had seemed strangely familiar. It was almost as if I was learning how to walk again. My fingertips rattled, my eyes were dazed and my heart still felt like I should be sharing this moment…
…
I clenched my fists.
"Snap out of it and focus on the task at-hand," I repeatedly scolded myself.
Someone had rescued. I was sure. But why was I in the sea!? And why would they leave me here? Maybe they went to fetch first aid supplies. But why didn't they call through to the intercom so somebody else can monitor the situation? I'm not the only person on the ship… right?
Also, the missing dinghy…
Then there was further evidence to support my theory. A trail of faint damp footsteps led to a glass capsule-shaped elevator. I snatched my backpack of the floor forgetting the weight and went to inspect the elevator.
At the side of the elevator was a craved diagram of the ship's layout in a steel plate. It appeared that above was the atrium that led to passenger cabins and further areas extended from there.. The ship had a total of 6 decks, but right now it was important to find my allocated cabin; maybe that's where the footsteps lead to. This was deck 2. I therefore only had to go up one level to reach the passenger cabins. As I stepped in the elevator, I could only dread what further mystery I was about to be submerged into…
*ping*
DECK 3
ATIRUM
The curved glass door opened and I stepped into a room that screeched sophistication and elegance but was drenched in a dark blue ambience. I could almost compare it to an aquarium. Chandeliers appeared to weightlessly hang from the ceiling, their bulbs glowing dimly. The floor was marble, and as I hesitantly walked the sound of my footsteps resembled the tapping of chalk on a blackboard. My footsteps echoed which felt chilling, nevertheless, I did feel sort of glamorous standing alone in a room with such wonderful artistry. That was until I saw graffiti sprayed across various, yet random, parts of room.
The graffiti was a mixture of neon colours illustrating and outline of some sort of cartoon bear and words spelt out included: 'despair', 'nightmare', 'tragedy'.
What is it covering? Or more accurately what was the graffiti hiding?
Is this a joke. Or have we been hijacked?
That's when I no longer felt like a glamorous guest aboard Hope's Odyssey. I began to felt more like an intruder. I wrapped my arms together and slowly made myself way to a staircase I presumed led to the passenger cabins.
It was quiet. Not that it wasn't quiet already. But my precision to these worrying thoughts made things deafeningly silent. And then…
…
...
At the top of stairs, he stood there. Neutral. Yet tyrannically making his stance. The atmosphere was oppressive. His bat-winged red eye rippled like a pool of whirling hot blood ready to suck me in. His sadistic grin gave the illusion of danger. I hesitantly stepped back.
"Nnngggh."
My balance was lost. My head slammed against the marble floor and instead of an echo all I heard was sharp bang. Then before I knew it I began to drift back into darkness.
Where will it take me this time?
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you like my template of how I will write my story.
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Please submit your characters following my form. PM or review if you wish me to send the form to you through PM. Please be patient for chapter two. I will be busy selecting, getting to know your characters and generating ideas to advance the plot, if I am lucky to receive enough submissions. Fingers crossed.
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General Data [Section 1]
Name: (Japanese name please)
Gender:
Age:
Sexual Orientation:
Birthday:
Height / Weight:
Appearance (Be descriptive) [Section 2]
Noticeable Features: (Eye & hair colour, shade of skin, hairstyle, facial hair, make-up, body figure)
Fashion: (Clothes, shows, colour scheme, etc.)
Presentation: (Sophisticated, lazy, tidy, revealing, smart)
Unique Features: (Scars, birthmarks, tattoos)
Personality [Section 3]
Personality: (Shy, friendly, loud, domineering, scared, happy, brave, clumsy etc. be descriptive)
Mannerisms: (How they walk, eat, stand, do they smile a lot, natural look of frowning? Do they tense their hands when impatient)
Speech Pattern: (How do they talk? Do they use clichés often? Express themselves through anger?)
Provide Quotes:
Strengths / Weaknesses: (What are they good at? Do they have any flaws?)
Likes / Dislikes:
Mental Stability: (Any mental disorders such as schizophrenia, a.d.h.d, depression, memory loss)
Background [Section 4]
Place of Birth:
General History:
Family History & Childhood Experiences:
Prized Possessions:
Best / Worst Events in Life:
In-Game Role [Section 5]
Ultimate title:
Reaction to the announcement of the Killing Game:
Motives to Kill:
Reaction to finding Corpse:
Role in Investigation: (Tamper with the findings, helpful, ignorant)
Role in Trial: (Nervous, shy, comical, investigator, quick to blame others)
Bedroom: (Each student in this story will have a personalized bedroom which portrays who they are. Think of colors and items you will find in there)
Execution:
Survivor / Victim / Murderer / Mastermind: (Please note that I MAY have to disappoint some of you)