Blown Out of Proportion: Chapter 1 [START]
“Y’see…” Miamikuma turns to look at a nearby building with a malicious glint, “I’ve had plenty of time to look over these quarters to make sure everything is spick’n’span. I found plenty of little nooks and crannies all over this rock, and let me tell you, they looked mighty lonely. A few plants here and there aren’t what this place needs.”
As if to punctuate the bear’s point, a loud scraping sound interrupts its thoughts as the burning husk of the ship slides down further into the ocean.
“So, I took the liberty of planting something of my own. Something with a lot more pizazz, a explosive new addition to your boring-schmoring itinerary. Something even bigger than what was on that ship.”
A pause, as you and your classmates exchange worried, knowing glances.
“Looks like you lot catch up quick. There’s a bomb hidden…somewhere. I’m the reigning hide-n’-seek champion of ‘81, so none of you will ever know where it’s hidden until it’s too late. Is it under someone’s bed? In a bathroom stall? In the cafeteria? Who knows, Definitely none of you maggots. It could even be inside one of ‘yus right now!”
Taking another deep inhale from its cigarette, the bear turned slightly away from the students before continuing.
“You won’t even know when the bomb will go off, but it will. And this bomb will kill one or more of you, with where it’s been hidden. The track record of Hope’s Peak students avoiding deadly explosions is incredibly low. The only way to prevent random, and possibly multiple, deaths, is to get those primp and proper hands dirty with some good old-fashioned murder. It’s your choice: a murder of someone you definitely want dead, since I’m sure some of you have made your share of enemies in your first year, or taking the gamble that you and a bunch of your buddies don’t get first-hand experience as a human firework.”
With that, Miamikuma extinguishes the cigarette butt on the ground beside him and swiftly turns toward the lighthouse-looking tower nearby. It’s at this point that you realize the elevator doors leading into this tower are now decorated with an image of the bear’s malicious face.
“Now get to it, you bastards! And don’t even think of trying anything cute. Upupupu~!”
The doors open and the bear makes its exit, leaving the class to absorb the catastrophic events of the past few minutes. In these few moments of silence, the words of the Hope’s Peak Academy headmaster return to you.
Our school has been the center of some unspeakable tragedies.
Namely, the Akedo Incident 35 years ago...an entire class of students, our 81st class, was all but eliminated in a targeted, violent attack propagated by another student. This student saw fit to kidnap the 84th class and subject them to...ah- um...heinous, violent acts, resulting in the significant loss of student life.
Ten years following, another class experienced the same senseless tragedy.
This had all happened before. And now, 25 years later, despite all odds, it was happening again.
And this time, it’s happening to you.
Overhead, a crackling sound emits from a large speaker attached to the watchtower, and Miamikuma’s voice rings out over the entirety of Korishi.
“Let the killing game commence!”
