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The room was dark to begin with. Katsurou was bathed in pitch-black, unable to see or be seen. Then came the lights, bright spotlights shining down on him. He was perched on a stage, torso and legs tied to a chair that was fastened to the floor. In front of him was a desk with a pen and his familiar songbook, turned to a page that was empty. Seconds seemed to tick by and beads of sweat dripped down his face as he awaited whatever cruel fate was in store for him.
There eventually came a whirring noise as two large speakers lowered from the ceiling, one placed on each side of him. A faint melody began to play from the speakers, and Katsurou realized what was wanted from him. He should have expected that his demise would be some form of dig at his talent, so he set to work writing lyrics to go along with the composition being played.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
His hard gaze was fixed upon the notepad as his pen scratched away at the paper, the lyrics quickly filling the sheet. He didn’t know what to expect, as there was no way this would remain peaceful for very long. Actually, it began very subtly, he almost didn’t catch it. But after a moment, he began to realize just what was up with what he was being put through. The volume was slowly, but very surely increasing. Despite the knowledge of how his demise would go, he kept going with a stony expression.
However, Katsurou quickly tired of the pointless exercise. He lifted his pen, and with a sigh of resignation, didn’t place it back down onto the paper. He very quickly learned that there would be no deviation from what was desired of him though. Just a moment after he stopped writing, he was struck by blinding pain, letting out a surprised yell of pure pain. Trembling, he glanced over and saw a bloodied spear jutting out of his left shoulder. He needed no further encouragement to continue writing.
Doing his best to ignore the pain from his shoulder, the pen set back to work and he continued to craft the words that fit the instrumentals being played for him. By this point, the music was beginning to get rather loud and he was internally cursing everything for this being so long and drawn out. But then again, he felt like he was getting just what he deserved. He shifted in his seat, accidentally bumping the spear against his seat and feeling a new burst of pain. With a cry, his writing fumbled and he stopped once more.
A slew of obscenities poured out of his mouth as yet another spear entered his body, this time stabbing right through his broken hand and pinning it to the desk. Tears were stinging his eyes and it took everything he had to continue writing, but Katsurou somehow managed it. He continued to write, but his hand was visibly shaking as he wrote and he was letting out the occasional whine as the fidgeting sent more flashes of pain through him. And just when he thought it wasn’t going to get any worse, his trembling got bad enough to the point where he dropped his pen.
The writing utensil clacked uselessly onto the floor and his eyes widened in fear, making a desperate grab for it. However, it was too late, as he’d already stopped writing. As he struggled to reach it to pick it back up, a spear was drove directly into his back which tore a loud grunt from his throat. He felt his fingers brushing against the body of the pen as a spear was drove through his foot and into the stage. By the time he was sitting back up and could continue writing, he had been stabbed in his right side as well.
On top of all the added metal rods in his body, the music was beginning to reach deafening volumes. He was being assaulted with a massive headache, but somehow the bloodied Katsurou mustered up the will to keep writing. He was trembling violently at this point, knuckles white as he gripped the pen so he didn’t drop it again. He was aching, feeling pain practically everywhere, and the awfully loud soundtrack wasn’t helping him any. The red-haired boy forced himself to keep going despite it all, even though his ears had begun to bleed.
At this point he was just guessing what the music sounded like as his hearing was failing him. Katsurou’s head was swimming and he was beginning to get to a point where he didn’t know if he could keep it up for much longer. He was reaching his limits and the volume only rose more. The pen faltered and he was assaulted with a new barrage of spears, but Katsurou could no longer do anything to prevent them. Spear after spear entered his body, blood continued to pool from his ears and eventually he slumped forward, facedown on the desk. Blood stained the desktop, the songbook no longer even legible due to the sticky liquid. As if to mock him even more, one final spear was driven through his corpse, his head now pinned to the desk.
Katsurou Mikazuki, the Super High School Level Songwriter, has been executed.
Fine Fine Everything’s Fine ⚖ Chapter 5 Motive ⚖ Open
Ohito’s fingers rested lightly on the collar around his neck, spidering along just in case it might trigger the shock. It seemed to be locked shut, and there was no way to get it off without likely triggering a shock. No need to try, then!
“.............”
Upon Musclekuma’s dismissal, he wandered out of the yoga room and eventually found himself in front of the pantry. Had he eaten yet? What time was it? He wandered around until he found a clock in the cooldown room, where he clenched his jaw with the strain of blocking out the screams of the executed. 8:12. All right. ...Why did he need to know what time it was?
Eventually he found himself back at his room. He could never quite remember which one it was. Then again, he couldn’t keep very good track of much of anything right now, but it was fine! Everything was fine, he just needed, um... sleep? What time was it again?
He ran a hand through his hair—a few more strands drifted off onto the carpet—and turned around to leave. It was a little cold in there. Maybe he needed to warm up in one of the weight rooms. Or find a heavier jacket? This one seemed to be fitting a little better recently, for some reason. Maybe it had loosened up in the wash? Was that a thing that clothes did? Had he even washed it?
One way or another, he approached the stairs only to stumble straight into someone. Too lightheaded to do otherwise, he staggered until he fell on his butt. A sharp pain shot up his tailbone, but he kept a yelp muffled under his smile. Nothing hurt, it was fine! And the other person was fine, but he didn’t need to be rude about it!
“Hi...! Sorry...!” His voice was airy and strained.
Ah? ⚖ Chapter 5 Start ⚖ Open
Ohito had found himself on the new floor without much delay. He’d yet to check the closed-off rooms, but he was skeptical at best about the diner—why did they need that kind of food here?—and the arcade was noisy enough to drive him off.
He soon ended up in the hobby room, and while the shelves were so close he had to negotiate his way along sideways, there were some interesting things to be found here. Most of them he had no idea how to use, of course, but there were some more books here. He hadn’t read anything in a while, though he wasn’t sure why. There was a library kind of room here, wasn’t there? And there was a pinkish book he was carrying around for... for some reason...
B-but anyway, novels! Novels were good. This one looked good. He’d just...
He picked out a book and pushed its bin back into place only for something to bump into his shoulder. He jumped and glanced over at the source.
“Oh... Sorry... Am I in your way...?”
gielinor games 5 finale spoilers!
aw, I'm sad it's over but genuinely happy for everyone - though I would've been happy with any of the 5 winning, and a part of me was perhaps rooting for Mammal SLIGHTLY more because he just really showed up this season, I am very happy for Solo finally getting a very deserved win. dude just cares so much about these challenges AND keeps them very fun to watch, so it's nice to see him pull it out. impressive performances by all the rest tho, including amazing rookie run by gnomonkey, and surprising competency from skill specs????
another fun year and watching GG just makes me wanna play and get good at all the random content in the game... I've been playing osrs a little bit on and off here but idk the hyperfixation isn't coming back as fully as before because yeah it just feels like if I try to settle in again the game is changing too rapidly from what I like about it for the time spent to be worth it :/ but massive credit to soup, he brings out everything that's brilliant about osrs in this series.
misc gg5 thoughts
I caught up - didn't realize the season was still going! various thoughts about eps like 3-10 below cut (spoilers)
gg5 ep2 - just have to say that THIS is the ASMR content i need for real no joke
ok... finally watching GG season 5... now that I broke my osrs "seal" if you will, it's time. (and binging taskmaster has really got me in the mood for more competition that meets my niche interest). only just started but I am very intrigued by the evolving ever-smaller teams concept... and hearing Boaty's classic "SAAAY less" after so long truly is music to the ears.
onward! and the nice thing abt being on a complete break from the game is i have seen not a single spoiler so it'll be a fun binge