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A Vocaloid Killing Game Hell Group™ Endgamed!

[britishbroadcastgame]

Signals of a forgotten future…

British Broadcasting Game (or BBG for short) is a Skype-and-Tumblr based Danganronpa RP Group set in The Greatest of Britain, based largely on Public British television and the Truman Show.

The game will run on a three week schedule, and include hilarious bonuses such as Costumes and an Event every chapter!

Applications are open until September 24th 2017!!!

About | Application | Hopefuls | Mods | Ask |

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suwakeromoriya submitted to zetsubone:

BUT MY HOPE WILL NEEEVER DIIEEEEEE

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suwakeromoriya submitted to zetsubone:

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GAME OVR

UNDERSTANBALE, HAVE A NICE DAY

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did this group die

yeah

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GAME OVR

UNDERSTANBALE, HAVE A NICE DAY

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Dobby is free?

dobby is free...

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trials abridged for your reading pleasure

suwakeromoriya submitted to zetsubone:

T1: ‘Hey, we got Koda, this might not be so bad’

T2: 'Okay they kinda thought it was the wrong person (that is to say YOURS TRULY, ME) for a bit but Chiyuri came in clutch and saved our asses’

T3: We got Taiko eventually.!!! 

T4: PRESS F FOR FUCK what even WAS this trial

T5: Darren Implicates Himself Because We’re All Idiots

T6: C H I N E S E

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So uh... Where them trial scripts at

to put it simply we couldn’t really manage them on top of the preexisting workload. It’s hard when you wanna make ‘em accessible for the general public AS WELL AS keep muns’ privacy intact. The FIRST trial was 25 pages long. That was our Shortest trial.

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we did it guys good going

the next snobyn game is @britishbroadcastgame please apply <4

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Epilogue: Unlucky Final Days @ School Trip

Y’all get up, dust yourselves off, step out of the burning train carriage and into the outside world.

While you all are kinda stunned, 2 robobutlers emerge from the - still somewhat exploding - rubble of what was Bocaro Theatre.

One, loaded with all the cats and snakes.

The other… carrying a carrot? :/

But there you are, you’ve made it out in one piece, somehow. The sole survivors, with nothing but what remains in your pockets. 

The END !

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You all witness the the elongated execution and you are given a glance at Long’s final moments as the screens fade to black. As soon as it does, Red, important looking letters appear in the centre.

“ SELF -  DESTRUCT  SEQUENCE  INITIATING: 10.000 SECONDS  REMAIN”

As the announcement was made, the seconds frantically counted down and you all felt the rapid increase in speed, as the train topped its previous speeds by a great length. The train only got faster with the each second that passed, some probably fell over as some untrustworthy crumbling and other unsettling ruckus could be heard terrifyingly close.

And as the timer hit 0.00, cacophonous explosions sound, as the Train seems to hit terminal velocity. The noise levels hit their peak with a splintering crash and a fleeting glance of natural daylight can be caught through the windows.

A brief moment of feeling airborne occurs, time slowing for everyone on board, before the train carriage, and the remaining survivors, crash.

With whatever they had on their person, the final students come to their bearings and realise… they’re free.

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Execution Time: The End of an Evil Genius [Èmó Lóng]

Not needing chains to escort him to the stage of his demise, Lóng all but dances from the carriage. His gold anklets provide a pleasant accompaniment to the sound of a wistful hummed melody that seems to echo and become louder as the train slows to a stop and the door opens, Lóng’s figure disappears from view. 

Chapter 1: The Unattainable

The screens mounted around the carriage flicker to life, the static fades to a high definition live feed of Lóng in a room the children would all recognise as the very first execution. As expected, Lóng stands in the centre of the stage with a single spotlight pointed at him. 

Though unlike Koda, Lóng has all of his limbs and thus begins to dance to the upbeat jazzy song despite his obviously differing taste in music.

Mechanical arms shoot out of the ceiling and ground, metal clamps snapping at his arms and legs. Only ever managing to latch onto thin air as Lóng dances past each arm.

「You know, for something that I programmed you'd think that it would be able to catch me」

A brief grin flashes on the screen as Lóng spins past and onto the next location.

Chapter 2: The Game

With his ponytail draped over his left eye in some childish mockery of the girl who once stood in this place, Lóng struggles against the rope that binds him, each movement he makes appearing laborious and painful. Cydai comes into the booth and Lóng perks up and waves, the rope falling around his feet after his nails tear through the frail material. Snagging the giant Vocaloid plush on his way out, Lóng grabs Cydai’s hand and runs to the next area.

Chapter 3: The Crisis

Lóng sits down in the dressing room like the royalty he believes himself to be, allowing the mechanical arms to serve him.

 They behave much more than they did for our favourite pink haired support girl, giving Lóng a transformations into classmates. Each outfit gets a firm look of distaste from Cydai when Lóng poses. Finally growing bored, the arms droop and restore his original outfit for him to move to the next room in.

Chapter 4: The Waltz

The spotlight once again dramatically switches on the reveal Lóng standing centre stage, his cloak draped around his elbows to reveal his bare torso to the fake audience.

「I must say, Zun really must have had no shame. Even I feel quite disgusted.」

Lóng pulls his cloak back on and puts a hand to his chin in thought. A lightbulb moment hits him and Lóng grabs Cydai’s hand once again, but this time to waltz.

In response to Cydai’s rage, Lóng smiles even more brightly. Only to be punched in the face when the music dies and Lóng leans Cydai back in the most cinematic ending to a waltz.

Chapter 5: The Chase

After bursting through the wall and into the new room, Lóng dusts himself off. The CRT, the timer, the soon to be thrown bottles. His eyes seem dull as he approaches the door, the same old puzzles, no more entertaining than the last. Even after his many years of life perhaps one of his only regrets was being unable to find a challenge worthy of him.

Lóng kicks the door open after a number of tries, expecting to see the hanging body of the girl he’d killed just for the locksmith boy’s execution. Instead, perched on a simple stool, leaning against the tree is the corpse of a once bright and beautiful young woman, now reduced to a lifeless pale corpse. For a moment, Lóng falters, a profound sadness washing over him. That one moment proves to be fatal as a bottle flies out of the room left behind him and strikes him in the exact middle of the back of his head. He stumbles forward and crashes at the black haired corpse’s feet, before he can gather himself, the synthetic grass gives way much like a trapdoor, sending Lóng and Zhihao’s body into a dark pit of slides, spikes, and trapdoors. 

His judgement, impaired by the prior injury, slow his movements, rendering him almost unable to dodge the traps and dangers this new level held. But all good things must come to an end, as Lóng is impaled by a spike that tears straight through his chest. The retraction of which causes blood to spray in numerous directions. The floor beneath him gives way one final time, prolonging their descent into the ground. 

Using the last of his strength, Lóng reaches out to the falling corpse of his bride and smiles. If he couldn't bring her back to him in this world, he would simply have to go to hers. There was nothing he could have wanted more.

Chapter 6: The End

Drenched in his own blood, Lóng -or Xiuying perhaps- delicately holds the corpse of Zhihao in his arms. Despite being impaled by a spike, his grip on her body remains firm, never again will she leave his embrace. Their free fall seems to last for minutes, hours, days. Time is but a distant concept now, as death has finally knocked on his door. His consciousness begins to fade from blood loss, but not fast enough for him to die before slamming into a coffin, shattering what little bones were still intact.

As the lid slams shut, Lóng smiles and pulls Zhihao close once again. But that's not all, the screen displays a digital clock. Counting down to.. something.

An ear splitting explosion rattles the trial carriage. How close was that? The screens have turned to static once again but.. something is loading??

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Around you, on huge screens dotted around the train, a message appears on screens, silencing any bickering between you;

Èmó Lóng, the Mastermind, has been found guilty! Commencing execution…“

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OH SHIT

Aw fuck

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Your eyes fixed on Lóng, the lights went out as he snapped his fingers. 

Lóng sat upon a throne that materialised during the short blackout. One could only imagine how he'd brought the darn thing here. With one leg crossed over the other and a hand delicately supporting his tilted head, Lóng’s melodic voice travelled through the silent trial room. “Took you lóng enough~”

The realisation swept through the remainder of you like a trail of dominoes, and as you all turned to the same person, the pain and confusion finally settled in.

All eyes, were one more on Èmó Lóng, or who you knew as Èmó Lóng. In a flash, before any final accusations could be made or before anyone could essentially move, Cyber Daidoru appears in front of Èmó Lóng, wielding a gun. A very large gun.

“Now now, we can’t have you all going up to attack at once, y’know? That wouldn’t be nearly climactic enough~” they giggle, and all you can do it stand and stare.

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juicebox break, resume tomorrow