Ay homez lemme poke you a lil.

YO DAWGS ITS CHIBALICIOU$ IN THE HOUSE CHECK IT CHECK IT. IM A REAL STR8 MAD NASTY MOFO WIT CONNECTIONS ALL OUT THE ASS. ALWAYS UP FOR HANGIN, HMU FOR A SWEG TIME Affiliated with Prison of Despair Status: Alive

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Shit shit shit shit shi-- // OPEN

Well, it had been a little while since the motive was released. There had been nervous teens shuffling all over the prison for hours now, at least, though no sign of murder. Things around the canteen actually seemed pretty peaceful for once, for whoever may be occupying it. That is, until the sounds of rushing footsteps clattered down the hall.  Ryota is here.

Stomp stomp stomp- "AaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"  His neon form flew by the entrance to the canteen, visible for all of a few seconds, before gone again. A beat of silence followed before-

"AaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!!!"  Even faster, he flew by again, before vanishing into the halls one more time.  After only seconds, the stomping made its way back, and Ryota flew through the canteen door. At least, until he saw someone was IN here.  Skidding to a halt, he locked eyes with the sole diner.

"AaaaaaaAAA--"

....

"Oh, hey dawg, swiggity swup, what's up!!?"

[empiregrotesk-deactivated201705]

[sinchangvevo-blog]

first i was going to draw all of kiras ocs that i knew

then i was going to just draw kuji

then ryota photobombed my own drawing and now we’re here 

[prisonofdespair]

Execution 2: The Highest Height of All

{COMMENCING EXECUTION OF HIBIKI OKAMURA… THE HIGHEST HEIGHT OF ALL}

The mountain climber is dragged to a place familiar to him… actually, he’s in his element here as he stares up at a craggy mountain. This… isn’t like the last execution, it looks like he’s outside. His heart could jump for joy at being back in the outdoors where he belonged. A curious sound behind him alarms him, a kind of whoosh…

{♪♪♪}

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[fingersfillet]

[Someone stop me before I do those en masse again]

[shslsurferboy]

chapter 2 trial summed up tbh

[shslinkifier]

swaggie: je swag, tu swags, il/elle/on swag, nous swagons, vous swagez, ils/elles swagent

[shslinkifier]

inkifier shiznasty up in da house represent

bonus version

[accordeoniste-nsdl-blog]

((In which I have an hour of free time, a computer, and intense boredom.

I can do better I promise))

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[insert gif of scrooge mcduck diving into a pile of money] // Open

[shsl-ghost-hunter-kaoru]

"Well that's good, because one more person being killed is the last thing we need. More dead bodies mean more vengeful spirits. I can't allow such bad things to occur."

Hmm. What a surprise. Kaoru actually spoke for once since the trial. As in an actual conversation. Okay, not really. But could you really blame her, though, after what went on the past few weeks. Those things still rumbled through her mind. Perhaps if she took the chance to talk to Saki, perhaps she wouldn't have felt the need to kill. If she had to guess, Ito would be be pissed at her. She's surprised she kept her cool during that time. At least that would give the false impression that she's a cool person. 

"At least I'm happy he's not starving everyone to death. Perhaps now that there's an infirmary, that could help us heal others. Ya know, just in case we find somebody who someone tried to kill, but wasn't dead yet. I haven't bothered to go there yet, however. This is freaking sad! We had someone kill someone else, investigated, and watched them die, all for access to, what, three rooms? This is some bullcrap!"

Seems like she still hasn't gotten over it. While staring at the white haired boy she barely knew, she began to realize...

"Why is your arm bleeding? And your chest bleeding? Wait, who are you?"

Way to make a good impression, Kaoru.

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Oh, hey someone was here. Glancing up with a little blink of the eye, like he truly hadn't noticed her show up, he peered over at Kaoru after a second and flashed a gold studded smile.  He had no idea who this person was, actually, but that didn't mean they weren't one swag mama.

"Vengeful spirits, huh?? What, those other dead fuckers flyin' around here like some kin'a  other worldly plastic bags, or what? Tell 'em I say hi, yo, that shit is one hellaciously VIP window you gots a gander into."

He was pretty sure this was the ghost chick, if he heard the rumors around the place well enough. Then again, he could be wrong, and sh could be an accountant. He stretched his hands up super casually, like they weren't talking about the murder and future murder of all of their friends, and put them behind his head.

"Heheheh. Infirmary is tight as hell, honestly. You know how much weird shit is in there? I rooted my grabbin' tendrils all up in there before, there's some real neat shit. For, uh, you know. Healin' peepz."  He laughed at this point for some reason. No one knows why."You gots a point, though, you some kinda genius chick or somethin'? Feel like if people be droppin' they lives for us and shit the least that honey bear could be doin' is slidin' us a Casino rig..."

At the observation, he blinked a little, then looked down at his arm and chest. Oh. He laughed again and pointed at the arm.

"Nah, nah, sis, this just be ink. See, look?" He pretended to wipe some of it off and put it on her, but of course there's nothing there but tiny microscopic cooties.  "Pretty thug though, right? Chiba Ryota, SHSL Tat Machine. Or, uh, Tattoo Artist, I guess. Who're you, Spooky McSmartz??" 

[shslinkifier]

[insert gif of scrooge mcduck diving into a pile of money] // Motive Reaction // Open?

"Hot daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn." 

If there was anything, anything at all that could get Chiba Ryota in a fluster, it was  MAD LOADS of CASH.  Five billion yen. That was more than he'd ever had in his life. That was more than he'd imagined throwing all over his back-up dancers in his future rap video. That was even more than it would take to push him through medical school. 

Through whatever emotional chaos was going on around him, Ryota bent his neck around behind him as he left the entrance, catching glimpse at whatever pathetic attempt Monobear made at cleaning up the money. It wasn't until he turned a corner and COULDN'T look anymore that he finally looked down at his hands. 

"That ain't even a pool a cash, thas like. A goddamn duck pond, at least."

Is he talking to himself, or the students around him? Who knows, anymore.

[prisonofdespair]

Motive 2: All I Wanna Hear Is...

It’s been quiet. A little too quiet. As soon as everybody felt like everything was over and done with, a familiar automated message played. It’s only ever been heard once but it sure was annoying. What more could this bear want?

"Eh… All prisoners please report to the entrance of the building immediately. Anyone who doesn’t show up will be sent to solitary.”

Might as well follow it’s orders. Solitary isn’t a very fun place to be in.

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[accordeoniste-nsdl-blog]

The saddest death in POD so far

[gabriellabowden]

Advice for teens wanting tattoos?

UM DON’T GET THEM WHEN UR BORED

COZ THEN U REALISE U HAVE SATURN ON YOUR ASS. FOR LIFE. IT’S NOT GONNA ORBIT AWAY IT’S JUST THERE

[philipyarnell]

[shslinkifier]

> After a short while since you sent your own note to a certain young girl, you find this in YOUR own room, rested on your bed. It looks crumpled and folded, as if it’s writer had worked a little too hard writing it. What could this cryptic message possibly mean???

[shslinkifier]

Later, Tater // Open

"The fuck kin'a thug-ass potato witchcraft is this shit."  Who was Ryota talking to? Himself, obviously. Who else would listen to this asshole? Standing in the kitchen with his eyes pointed down, shaded over by his goggles, at a large blue bowl, he was very focused. These instant potatoes weren't going to make themselves, after all, but with how easily they were appearing before his eyes they may as well  be. This was AWESOME.

"Peepz got this world hunger shit on point if they just drop  in a bunch a these motherfuckin' Harry Potter spuds. Shitz real compact. Why murder jail got magic potatoes but I ain't never seen this shit. Motherfuckin' beautiful."  Stirrin' the potatoes....

Wait, was someone else in here? Ever since Saki's exeuction, everyone had been REAL awkward and missing and shit. He really lmost expected no one to walk in on him under any innocent circumstances. Looking over his shoulder as he heard the presence of another person, he picked up his spoon half covered in mashed potatoes and pointed it guest-ways.

"Yo sneaky-ass hollaback what you tryn'a sabotage a mofo in his own tater lab?? Fucked up."