You have done things. Terrible things. You have blood in your hands, if indirectly, through careful planning. People have hated you, cursed you, among countless other things, but thatâs not important. They wouldnât understand it either way.
When you wake up in the colosseum you canât remember how you got there. You are sure you were standing trial in front of your peers mere moments ago - you can still hear their accusations ringing, their disbelief, their anger. But then, nothing. Youâre sure that the trial wasnât interrupted - That was impossible! Youâve prepared for such things! - and youâre fairly certain that if youâre not in it anymore, the trial has reached an end. But you canât recall it.
What has happened? Does it have to do why youâre here, and if so, why canât you remember? What is this place, anyway? And whatâs with these enormous paw prints in the dirt just beyond the bars of your cageâŠ
The Redemption Game is a Dangan Ronpa OC RP with a twist. Every character who has been selected for this particular mutual killing has had their hand in planning, running, and executing their game before hand. How they came to be here, apparently taken straight out of the middle of their final trial, is a mystery, but now theyâll be fighting for their own lives.
Your character can come from an established canon game, a game that never reached Mastermind Trial, an AU, or just be made up on the spot - but the character must be a mastermind. We do suggest that youâve had prior experience in playing DR OC RP games, but itâs not compulsory!
The year is 2031 and the new class for Hopeâs Peak has been selected! Though this is looking more like a vacation when they wake up in a beautiful hotel⊠Itâs almost too good to be true! Too bad the hotelâs description left out the mandatory mutual killing event. But hey, the breakfast bar is pretty sweet.
Great Despair Lodge is a Dangan Ronpa OC RP game centered on MSPARP, Skype, and tumblr. A class of 16-18 students will find themselves in the beautiful Great Despair Lodge. This luxury hotel is filled to the top with wonderful amenities for all the students, including the massive indoor water park attached to the main hotel. Their fun is cut short as theyâre informed by a monochrome otter, dubbed Monootter, that theyâre all trapped here. There is a way out though! Simply kill at least one person and get away with it, then you get to walk free. All simple enough to start. More floors open up with each chapter!
Applications close at 11:59 PM EST on August 3rd. The game is planned to officially start on August 7th.
The large screen behind Miles Hygh switches on, and much like the grin on his face, fizzles. Around the monitor's border, two elegant red curtains frame the scene, stage-like, as a grainy title card appears.
THE GRAND FINALE
Ssssssoothing narration soon accompanies.
Once upon a time, there was a prince made of sunshine. Everyone he met was touched by his bright, radiant smile, and his warmest words. As a young prince, he ran through flowering meadows hand in hand with his most precious person, and spent each of his days this way, longing for a world in which he had nothing else to do at all.
Though he stands where he was before, only feet from the others, Miles appears once over in the Scuba-Gear's fabrication. His starry green eyes flash with a vacant sort of stare, and a whirring sound clicks on at the back of his head as his body appears standing on stage. It idles and sways there in the midst of the trial room. Those same eyes no longer see the angry, satisfied, or otherwise malicious looks of his former classmates, and instead reflect the surge of an incoming army.
But the prince couldn't have what he wanted. His beloved guard had to leave, Â to become strong and do for the prince what he must do, while the sun prince himself was given nothing but shelter til then. Unallowed to leave the castle, he was pampered and treated as the fragile child he had never wished to be.
"MILES HYGH!!"
A rapier extends across a dark, barren field of ashy grass. Once green fields of the softest grass, spreading straight to the sea, are now grey and burnt, remnants of the beautiful homeland Miles had since ravaged with war. A poised woman stands at the front of her soldiers, daisy colored hair in tight twintails, pointing her blade up at her brother. Miles himself, crown toppling off of his head, runs.
He could no longer be brave, he was destined to fear the outside world and its threats for the rest of his life. Once his love returned from his journey, instead of comforting arms and a happy, frolicking life once more, he found reservation and coldness. Things were no longer lonely, but they were more frightening than ever. The prince had to pretend, though, as his knight once did for him.
As he runs, the army surges past Wendy's noble figure, her sword guiding them as they chase Miles up through the winding hills of North Egg's clouded, charred landscape. His sister calls through the cold stage again, "MILES HYGH, YOUR HEAD BELONGS IN MY HANDS!" and Miles takes sanctuary through large, ornate doors.
As his sister ran for the throne, the sun prince could no longer keep his head up on its own. His blood nearly on her hands, and for what? He was the one destined for greatness, he was the one who fought off monsters to lead his country into the new world. He wanted more for Wrwwwlwd, and he wanted more to no longer live in fear. He wanted to rule fear, instead.
The stage opens up now into the most beautiful of churches. Colored lights seem to drown out Wendy's muffled calls and the sound of the army approaching, they're so bright. He doesn't stop to admire them, though, and instead runs through the pews to find another escape. Surely there was another way out, a glitch in the system, a place to hide. Surely he wasn't... alone in here....
The sun prince drowned himself in hope, and in love. He escaped far away with his guard, never once telling him of his fear, and its true nature, or of the worries circling in his head. Instead he told him tales of snakes and magic, of another prince that shone bright like the moon, and of his secret. That he was no mere sun prince, but a god of suns! A man so holy, sent by the heavens themselves to reconstruct their people into an army of goodness and light. He was meant to rule, destined by the sky itself, and he had a snake that could help him achieve it at last. The prince was blinded by his own shine.
The ceiling above him lights up in a blinding flash, and Miles freezes as the sight sets in. Hanging precariously by the thinnest strings, shining swords swing over his head, surrounding the entire church with their ominous presence. His mouth opens, but before he can get out much of a stutter, or a scream, the sound of incoming marching drowns him out. He keeps going, running into the church. As the place begins to rumble more and more, the swords begin to fall over him like rain.
The prince and his small group grew into a small army, and he took his home back again. He soon found, though, that he was unsatisfied still. He remained afraid, and the snake struck him a deal to soothe his worries. The knight was as loyal as he'd ever been, but every day as they enacted the snake's wishes, he feared that he would be disgusted, and that he would leave again. The prince asked him a favor, and of course the knight obliged, and forgot all of the terrible things that the sun had done.
One by one the swords crash down next to Miles as he dodges them, barely missing a stab to his throat, a slice against his arm, a sword to his foot. Small, dextrous, and well trained, he was able to get to the very front of the church without impalement. The sound of crashing metal begins to die down, and for a moment, the execution's illusion is broken. The screen behind Miles flickers, and his cataonic body stands still in the trial room floor. The whirring at the back of his head begins to intensify, and after a moment, his body begins to twitch in small, tense motions.
In this, however, the sun prince had taken a delusional gamble. How was his knight to protect him, to love him properly, in this way? The more and more the prince became blinded by his own light, deafened by the snakes words, muted by his own distrust, the more it became clear that he would not be the hero of this story. As his knight, his martyr, fell at none but his own fault, the prince no longer had a happy ending in store.
The narration cuts out briefly, as Miles on screen stares up, knowingly, as he catches his breath. His eyes focus in, and the camera as well, on a single sword still hanging on the ceiling. Ornate and well crafted, it's familiar. The blade swings once, twice, as Miles stares up at it. His mouth quivers as tears flow to his eyes, and for a moment, he simply stares up at the ceiling with drunken, hopeful delusion in his filmy eyes.
The church's doors burst open to reveal Wendy and her army, and as the building rumbles, the string on Percival's sword snaps.
"...P...Perce..?" Between the Scuba Gear's illusion and the real world itself, Percival himself makes no appearance, but the words come out two-fold. The screen brightens with theatrics as Miles is pierced through the heart with perfect aim. There's not nearly as much blood on his person as there is on screen, but it begins to leak from his ear regardless.Â
The real Miles stands and convulses and drools from his mouth as his eyes roll back in his head, and as smoke steams up from the back of his head, he seizes for all of six or seven seconds before collapsing into a heap on the floor.
And so the villain was destroyed, and justice brought once more. This story remains not one of a prince, or a knight, but of a snake, and nothing more.
The staged army charges the church and soon overtakes the visual of Miles's bloody, impaled form, and the curtains close on the execution, flashing another mocking title card reading only, THE END.
This morning the students wake up to find the way to the next biome is open, but rather than leading to Hopeâs Peak, it leads out into a darkened trial room. The podiums, usually just polished wooden structures, have been replaced with black marble trimmed in gold. The air is colder than usual, not enough to see oneâs breath but enough to cause a slight shiver.
To the side of the room is a set of red velvet curtains, and in front of them is coiled the ever familiar, ever smirking snake, Monopython.
âWell, kiddiessss, congratulationsss. Youâve made it to the Massstermind Trial. Twenty of you entered thisss arena, and perhapssss ssssix will leave it. But that dependsss entirely on you ssssusssing out the traitor in your numbersss.â
âConfusssed who to pick? Iâve given you plenty of info. The resssst is up to you.â
Heading to bed at the end of the day is tough when things are this tense. Nobody sleeps easily... but at midnight, the students feel a strange change within themselves...
Clicking idly through the files on the computers in the media room, one of the students happens to stumble upon a file that isnât corrupted. It doesnât shut down the computer or freeze it when opening, and when moused over the cursor doesnât turn into a little spinny ball of death. Itâs hidden in a series of folders labeled:
> HpsPk > Allumni > ClassOf2024 > PhotosÂ
The file itself is the only one that isnât just a scrambled bunch of letters.
edwinandyuki.png
The silver haired girl is familiar. The darked haired boy is not. Hm... Of all the files on the computers, what makes this one so special?
It takes a full day for the gates of the garden to open again. This time, as they do, thereâs a hissing giggle in the background. What has the snake got in store for them this time that makes him sound so pleased with himself? As they walk down the tunnel to the new biome, they donât smell anything unusual, nor do they hear anything like running water or wind in trees. In fact, their footsteps continue to echo in the hallway, until they emerge into... another hallway?
âAshoka Desai has been found guilty! Commencing execution!â
The sun rises a dark red over the walls of the courtyard. A soldier, faceless, stands to the side with a drum, and begins playing a march. With exactly timed paces, a squad of riflemen walk in perfect synch across the dusty cobblestones, their shoes seeming to compliment and add to the percussion.Â
âCOMPANY... HALT!â
The commanding voice is familiar, and the soldiers obey immediately, stopping by one of the walls. Ashoka steps out into the courtyard himself, walking along the line of faceless men, inspecting their rigid and uniform postures, pacing with no hurry along them. Inclining his head, he crosses the courtyard, past the drummer, to stand at the opposite wall. The stones here are marked with hundreds of gunshot holes, freckling and carving into the solid stones.
âCOMMAND... FACE!â
The riflemen turn in one motion to face Ashoka, hands at their sides, featureless faces making them look like mass-produced tin soldiers.Â
âPRESENT... ARMS!â
The clacking sound of the rifles coming off the soldierâs backs and into their hands is also unified. Ashoka inclines his head in approval, and then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a strip of fabric. He stares at it for a little while, then back at the soldiers.
âTAKE AIM!â
He faces down the barrels of 4 guns, the rising sunâs shimmer on the polished, well maintained metal. Ashoka considers the blindfold again, and then throws it to the side, letting it flutter to the ground. His heels click as he snaps them together, shoulders straight and his right hand coming up into a perfected salute.Â
He does not expect the feel of another barrel pressed against the back of his head. His eyes go wide, but he does not drop his salute. He knows who this is. Of course he knows. The snake just loves rubbing this sort of thing in.
âMi-â
The shot destroys the name he would have otherwise spoken, as well as his brain. The remaining soldiers fire into his torso, but the gesture is pointless. Ashoka Raj Lalam Desai is dead.
The pinging of their IDs barely registers amongst the overwhelming realisation that they have lost almost half of their group in a single morning. Never the less, the Monofile waits for them to read.
Ashoka drops his salute, and then seems to realise something. He breaks off at a run, through the woods, looking around sharply when the others ask where heâs going. He replies he hasnât seen Hamasaki in an hour. Then he bolts back towards the hospital, deeming the woods a loss. While Mio stays where Shizuku is, the others soon catch him up - heâs not known for his speed. Throwing open all the doctorsâ rooms and the CAT scan rooms shows nothing, so Ash runs up the stairs.Â
The others catch him up and find him standing in the doorway of room 201. His chest is heaving, and his fists are clenched.
Hamasaki Ren lies prone on the bed, unmoving. Ash bolts forward grabbing Renâs wrist and pressing his head to the otherâs chest. A few moments of tense silence pass before he announces Ren is breathing and has a steady pulse. His relief shows in how his shoulders relax slightly, but itâs short lived. He shakes Ren, but he doesnât rouse. Heâs completely unconscious.Â
Ash tells the others to go back to investigating while he stays with Ren and tries to figure out what happened at this particular scene. Athena wanders down the hallway in a state, and the others steer her down the stairs. As they head through the downstairs hallway, Athena sways a little and looks a little green. Tomomi hurries her to the toilet, Chiyo following. Athena goes into the girlsâ bathroom, but as theyâre standing outside, they notice water leaking out from under the boysâ. Exchanging looks of dread, the students push open the door. Blood is mixed in with the water, and they stare in numb horror at the body of...
Akane stays with Athena at the scene of the crime. Stumbling outside, the other students are ready to undergo the process of searching for evidence, when Mio spots a splatter of red on the white snow under the trees. It could be some important evidence. She leads Chiyo, Ash and Tomomi to the area, but they do not find what they expect.
This is the worst case scenario.
More bodies sit in the snow, their blood staining the pristine white all around them and covering their bodies. Mioâs legs go out from under her and she ends up sat in the snow herself. Chiyo holds her breath, Tomomi covers her mouth, and Ashoka gives a solemn salute. They are gazing at the bodies of...
The sound of gunshots disturbs people this morning. Itâs 10:25am, and everyone in the Garden Biome runs looking for the source. The path from the garden to the mountainside feels longer, if only because they have limited time - if they can catch the person at the scene of the crime--!
Everyone bursts into the hospital, looking around for some indication of where the sounds could have come from. Akane breaks into a run, heading up the stairs, Athena, Tomomi, Chiyo, and Mio following. As they get to the second floor, Ash comes running down the hallway from the elevator. Everyone starts throwing open doors, looking for anything....
Athena shrieks in despair at the end of the hallway, staring into the operating room. Everyone runs to her side. A hush falls over the students as they stare at the bodies of...
Yesterday, no shells dropped. And the night has been quiet too. But that doesnât reassure the students as they wake up this morning. Todayâs the day of the motive. And sure enough, as they emerge from their tents, the python is sitting there waiting for them.
âHurry up you bratssss. We donât have all day. Or, you donât.â
Thatâs ominous. What isnât, these days?
âHereâsss the deal, kidsss. Thisss will be our lasssst round of thissss mutual killing.â
The students stand there in silence. This feels like bullshit. It canât be true, can it? The snake wouldnât just give up - he literally held their lives ransom the other day just so he could keep going.
âThingsss are getting too hairy for my liking, and human conflictsss are bessst left to humansss. Iâve done my bit. Iâm just going to have a little more fun before itâsss over.â
âNow. On to the motive. I want to round thisss off with a bit of flare, so thissss time, you have to kill two of your classmatessss to win.â
What?!Â
âAnd to help you out, I have hidden sssomewhere in the area a fully loaded pisssstol. The location of this gun will change every four hoursss, even if youâre holding it or have it in your ssssightsss. The body disssscovery alarmsss will not be primed until at leasssst two murdersss have been committed.âÂ
âOf coursssse, you sssshould underssstand by now that not playing along with thisss is not an option for you.â
A small whirr from behind their heads starts up, and quickly shuts down. Just to remind them of their position.
The tension is beginning to mount. The motive will be any day now, if youâve learned anything about the pythonâs schedule. Thereâs only a few more days of peace before being plunged into whatever terrible experience the snake has in store next. Not that it has actually been that peaceful, with all the strange happenings and personal meltdowns of various sorts.Â
The world shakes again, accompanied by a bang that makes your ears ache, and you realise that youâre a long way from peace. This time, rather than heading straight for the ever changing area where the Hospital currently sits, the strike hits the Garden Biome. It sets the whole structure groaning and ringing, but the enormous dome holds. For now.
Monopythonâs furious voice rings through your head.
âOh thatâsss it! I warned her! Nobody getsss to interrupt my game!â
The kids can hear a whirring, from just behind their heads.Â
âThisss endsss on my termsss only.â
Is it hot in here, or is it just you? Your heart races, and your fingers feel weak.
Suddenly another, unfamiliar voice cuts in.
âStop!â
And then the world goes black.
You come to the same place you were standing, now face down in the dirt. Your head pounds. The biome is still standing, nothing else seems to have changed. Moving makes you nauseous but you try to regardless, the biome filling with groans of pain and discomfort. As you raise yourself up, you notice the scales of the snake surrounding your group on all sides like a wall. The serpent himself smirks down at you, triumphant.
âOh get a hold of yourssselvesss. Youâll live.â
âFor now.â
He seems much too pleased for any of what just happened to have been a good thing.
