[Later, he'll be sorry, but for now he barely notices Mikan's squeak, too flabbergasted by what she has to say about the state of her school life before all this.
It's one way to take his mind off of his own losses and grievances--striking him dumb with the senseless horror of someone else's life takes his mind off his pettier problems. One of his newly bandaged hands curls into a fist beside his thigh.]
Monokuma? Who the eff's that? The person behind these "games"?
[The word is doused in an acid bath. Games, his ass.
One battle royale was a sickening prospect, but more? It's a recipe for an instant brain BSOD. What kind of fucked up psycho would torment a school's student body twice over?]
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It's one way to take his mind off of his own losses and grievances--striking him dumb with the senseless horror of someone else's life takes his mind off his pettier problems. One of his newly bandaged hands curls into a fist beside his thigh.]
Monokuma? Who the eff's that? The person behind these "games"?
[The word is doused in an acid bath. Games, his ass.
One battle royale was a sickening prospect, but more? It's a recipe for an instant brain BSOD. What kind of fucked up psycho would torment a school's student body twice over?]
But why... Why would anyone do that!?