week 0, monday

[reapertoire]

#REAPER MEET UP

At 7am on Monday, all of you have been abruptly woken up by being transported to a dark alley. Wait. Are there even dark alleys here? Where are you. What is with the music? Before you can question it too much, out of the darkness steps... The Host. All four feet and pissed off attitude of him. He's got his hands in his hoodie pocket as he nonchalantly addresses you: "Reapers. Like you know, you've been volunteered by your respective Composers to participate in this Game. Say hi. We'll be in contact at this time every week to give you your orders. Special orders have already been given for the week, so... fucking chill, I guess." game info ☠ setting ☠ statuses ☠ ic profiles private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav

Comments

[fashionable]

Uwaaah! More despair! I was destined to win this game no matter what! If I get killed based off of luck, a stupid assumption, scientific proof, or anything — I still get the sickeningly sweet despair that makes my heart go ba-da-ba-da-ba-da. It's the Ultimate form of despair — my despair.

Buuuuuuutttt, if I get to see everyone fall like pieces on a board...? That's pretty good too! There's always next time.

[alchemicalwater]

[WHAT. EVEN. IS. JUNKO.]

Aaah, I see now. Then I'll aspire to help you bring about that despair?

[She absolutely will not, but. Not poking the bear right now.]

[fashionable]

Oh my gosh! That sounds totally perfecto-mundo! Yes, yes, yes. Besties for life.

[ Sorry, she's absolutely burst into a big hug session. ]