Hi! When do you guys think that another one of these will happen? I would love to join in on one sometime. Thanks!
Hey there! While we don’t have any concrete plans for a sequel, the vague sense of it has existed for a while now, and we’ve reserved the URL despairingdepths just in case we go for it. This may or may not happen, though.
But if you’re interested, Mod Tsumiki is starting another killing game at the-killing-room, and the sequel to (also her RP) Ghosts in the Gym should be opening up soon! The other mods are free to add to this if they have their own RPs they’d like to send some invitations for.
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The door looms large. The metal creaks under the influence of some invisible wind outside.
Outside. Not just beyond some ski lift, where any misstep would send them falling to their deaths. The real, outside world, ready to take them back.
Hanami Yamaguchi holds the little metal plate in her hands. It’s warm but still stained with blood.
Eisuke Watari remains by Hanami’s side, the printout of the living family members in his free hand. It has no clues as to their location, but his mother’s face and name are still printed on it clearly.
Timaeus Woodworth hovers a bit behind them, where he can still read the nine digits engraved on the plate. He reads them aloud one by one: 4-6-6-9-4-3-2-7-8.
Nemuitsu Hoshi presses each button in sequence with shaking fingers. The entry pad clicks quietly with each press until the ninth—the numbers flash into “ACCESS GRANTED,” and the doors pull apart.
A hiking trail takes you to the base of the mountain, where the temperatures have finally warmed. From there, a run-down road leads you to civilization. In the towns are fires, broken glass, masks in the shape of a painfully familiar bear.
But you will make it through.
You will hope.
You will live.
[[END OF GAME
Despairing Heights has officially ended. Survivors may write any desired endgame posts, and all participants may now write Resort Mode opens, which will be added to the opens page.]]
Shackled round the neck, a chain dragged Azaki through a set of dense black curtains and into a cemetery thick with fog. Tightly packed headstones were tipped and crumbling, the grass around them as dead as the bodies six feet below.
He had claimed the lives of many. Each time they had grieved together, cursing the monster with the gall to put them through this—but now it was his turn to go. Perhaps, the counselor hoped, his loss would eclipse their anger. They would grow from this, he was certain, and in his last few moments, maybe so would he. They were his friends, after all, and Azaki would miss them sorely.
Beams of sunlight cut between the trees and through the mist. It was a fitting place to go, he thought, at peace as he careened through the graveyard. But the chain's pull began to slow, and Azaki craned his neck to view his destination. When he saw what awaited, the implications of his dying place began to dawn on him.
The counselor clawed at the shackle as it pulled him into a casket—a fine thing, richly decorated with plush red velvet, but its quality was lost on the counselor. He wanted to go out grieving, but in a dark casket he could only lose his mind.
The ritual was attended by grieving black-clad monomothers comforting wailing monochildren. Monofathers, ever stoic, stood by and fought back their own tears. When the monopriest began his piece the casket was lowered and, slowly, the lid began to close. Azaki hurriedly straightened his rumpled blazer. If he could control nothing else, he would make sure he was neat. Then the casket shut, and the counselor was wrapped in darkness.
"Get me out," he breathed.
He could hear shovelfuls of dirt hitting the lid and he writhed. There was no space to bend or turn, but he could feel something down by his waist. Azaki investigated it with his hands—small, smooth, maybe metallic. It was distantly familiar, but when he discovered a button he knew exactly what it was. The counselor smiled. He hadn't expected such kindness from his mascot.
The flashlight lit the casket from end to end, but his relief only lasted as long as it took for his eyes to adjust. Before he could think, Azaki had flung the light to his feet and was wrapped in darkness once again. The lid had been a mirror all along.
"Get me out!" he shrieked. Azaki struck his head against the glass. "Get me out!"
Over and over, he slammed his forehead into the mirror, into the afterimage of his—of his father’s—face. Above ground and almost in sync, Monokumas were shovelling dirt onto the casket.
"Getmeoutgetmeoutgetmeoutgetmeoutgetmeout!"
All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears and cracking glass, then the mirror shattered, the lid collapsed, and the grief counselor was crushed by earth.
Azaki Kouzai, Super High-School Level Grief Counselor, has been executed.
Sekai’s classmates assembled before a wide, empty stage accompanied by the classic red curtains of theatre. As the lights dimmed, the rich sound of strings and brass rose up from below—if the students were to approach the gold rails in front of them, they would see the symphony stationed beneath the stage, all dutifully playing their part. It would have been an almost comforting sight if not for the fact that each and every member of the symphony was a black and white bear. In one corner was a Monoviolinist, in the other a Monotrumpet player, and at the centre, Monokuma himself raised his little arms to conduct the concerto.
With a clap, the lights were off. A metal whirring filled the dark room where the captive audience stood blind and waiting, the symphony playing its disarmingly calming piece all the while.
A spotlight snapped on. From high up above, a colossal hand hovered with strings dangling from its robotic digits. At the end of those strings was its living puppet, Sekai, the childish boy who had taken the life of a Hope’s Peak student with such unexpected brutality.
Beneath the inhuman palm, Sekai looked comically small. Dangling there in his yellow raincoat and mismatched shoes, he looked out at the audience with the bright smile of a true showman. At his right side, Felix the puppet was slipped from Sekai’s hand and made the long drop down to the stage. It was almost chilling to see the puppet—who always had so much to say—become a shapeless heap on the floor. The cold ease with which Sekai had discarded him was just as unpleasant.
At his left side, Maximilian came to life, straightening up to give an eyeless stare at the audience. For the first time, the puppet spoke:
It was then that the music began to swell. The strings lurched Sekai upwards, and he was powerless to resist as his arms began to flail and sway to the symphony’s song. Unabashed laughter flew from Sekai’s mouth as he was made to dance around the stage, stopping short as his own hand flew up to slap him in the face. With a stunned smile, Sekai peered out at the dark theatre, barely able to make out the faces of his classmates. He did not even notice the knife, slowly lowering down on its own clear thread a few feet away.
Sekai’s arm was pulled along, his hand made to open and close around the knife’s handle. His other arm shot up into the air, and a second knife dropped into his grip. With hands that had learned expert dexterity, he made a show of twirling the blades—but this was not his show.
As all the strings tugged upwards on his arms, he knew in an instant how this would end. Beads of sweat began to form at his temples and arms quaked with resistance, but still Sekai smiled wide. He drew in a breath and cried out:
“Everyone . . .THANK YOU ♪ ~ !!”
The knives in his hands began their rapid-fire assault against Sekai’s torso. He was made to deliver the stabs so quickly that the knives became a blur, showing only glimpses of the gruesome, steadily growing stain that marred his shirt. The room filled with the sounds of blaring instruments, the conductor’s arms gesturing wildly as the enormous mechanical hand puppeted its subject to its death.
When the music stopped, so did everything else. Casting a grisly silhouette, Sekai dangled lifeless from the strings. An errant trickle of blood began to drip from the tip of his shoe onto the stage.
Sekai Endo, Super High-School Level Puppeteer, has been executed.
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Mirai confronts Sekai about his position as the Rotary Killer, but he manages to convince her otherwise for the time being.
The next day, Sekai goes and knocks on Mirai’s door, in tears over her previous accusation. He claims that he’s been worrying about it all this time and wants to find someone in this place he can trust; he pours out deep feelings of loneliness and fear to her. While she is distracted, he shoves a candy wrapper deep into the lock of her door—a tactic for keeping doors unlocked he has practiced in the past.
He steers the conversation in such a way that the two leave the room together to eat in the Freezer as he has once before with Hanami. When Sekai parts ways with Mirai, he rushes back to her room using the tunnel system. After opening the unlocked door, he hides under her bed and waits there in silence until past midnight when he is sure she is asleep.
At 12:55, Sekai climbs onto Mirai’s bed and plunges a knife into her chest, waiting for her quick death to come before removing it and starting work on the crime scene. He wraps her body in her bedsheets, ties a knot at the top, and drags her out of the room towards the stairs. After pulling her down to Floor D, he reaches the gym and opens up the tunnel entrance.
Once inside the tunnel, he unwraps the sheets and begins carving ‘RTRY’ into Mirai’s skin—he does this 20 times in honor of his 20th kill. After that, he ties her wrists together and strings her up to dangle from the tunnel ceiling. He throws handfuls of candy at her feet to complete the pinata imagery, but not before writing a message on one of the wrappers, re-wrapping a candy inside, and hiding it in Mirai’s mouth. He rests a metal bat up against the tunnel wall and crafts a small sign to stand beside it. In black letters it reads: TAKE A TURN, GET A PRIZE.
He takes a Polaroid photo of Mirai’s body and seals it in an envelope. After writing a message on both the envelope and the bottom of the box, he returns to Floor D and places the box in the center of the lobby.
tim and whoever chooses to accompany him head back to the gym and descend into the Secret Tunnel🎶 (and hopefully someone has a light lol)
Beneath, he finds more of a hallway than a tunnel; the concrete floor quickly gives way to wood, even if the walls don’t change. He even finds a functioning light switch.
It takes some roaming through the catacombs, but finally he finds her, strung up to the low ceiling.
tim returns to the gym and looks for anything else amiss before shoving helplessly at the side of the treadmill like the noodle he is. maybe hanami will notice and Help Him
Things have been quiet. Your classmates have been huddling in their rooms. You’re no different, at this point. Even when you can muster up some trust for your classmates, you’re just so tired. But the door won’t open. You’ve tried several combinations yourself, but none did the trick. There’s no way out of here, not without another murder. You’re just about ready to attempt it yourself at this point, but even freedom wouldn’t really be worth it.
Then you hear the cry from the Floor D lobby. It takes a bit of time for everyone to gather inside the cylinder area, where Tim stands over an opened box, an envelope in one hand and a photograph in the other. The picture is large enough, and the survivors few enough, that you can all crowd in to see it at once.
Mirai Umeko, Super High-School Level Tarot Reader, hangs dead... but where?
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Tim's gonna double check the door for any booby traps. There's no way the bear's gonna let them just walk away scot free, right? If it's clear, he's gonna peek outside but not leave just yet.
No booby traps! It won’t open without a nine-digit code, though. Nothing else stopping you besides the foot or so of solid metal. Hey, there are only 362,880 combinations. You can figure it out. Eventually.
"DEAF AND BUTT HURT. GIVE ME MY MOTHER!!" Eisuke advances closer, throwing his sweater off so the sleeves don't get in his way...
Despite further protests on Monokuma’s part, Eisuke still lunged for his ears.
“You want your mom that bad?! What are you, Oedipus?!”
“If that’s the case, I might as well push you the rest of the way!”
Before Eisuke had the chance to do any more than grab a stuffed ear, Monokuma slammed a paw into Eisuke’s exposed eye, shattering the glass in front of it. Before Eisuke could pull back, Monokuma exploded.
Not with every bomb in his body, but still more than enough to sear Eisuke’s skin and ignite his hair.
"MY MOTHER'S NOT STUPID!!! YOU GIVE ME BACK MY MOM OR I'LL RIP YOUR TAIL AND EARS OFF AND FEED THEM TO YOU, YOU LITTLE-" Eisuke is seething, shaking in frustration as he advances on Monobear.
“Hey, hey, hey!! You can’t do that! What kind of bear would I be without my cute little ears?!”
“But not by you, you little snot! You don’t get to ride on another student’s coattails just because she actually had the nerve to do it! You’re not getting a chance to figure out where your stupid mom is until you’re out of here!”
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Although another murder had occurred two days ago now, Monokuma hadn’t come to announce a new floor. A look at your maps showed no more lifts—was this it? Were you constrained to these four buildings now, for the rest of your life?
The bear finally called you all to the Floor E foyer in the evening. He looked from person to person, seeming to ponder the number left, before he spoke.
“All right, bastards. At this point, I think I’ve accomplished what I’ve set out to do.”
As he looked back up, a horrible screeching sound preceded a series of clunks that echoed through the cavernous room. You exchanged looks with your classmates, but no one seemed to have anything more than suspicions.
“Oh, that? That was the front door’s lock mechanism.”
“You’re all free to go.”
“Of course...”
“If you leave now, you will never know who I am or why I had you play this game. You’ll never know why your memories of your school days together were taken, or why your classmates had to die. But if you are curious...”
“Stay just a while longer. We’ll have one last trial, and I’ll let you bastards figure me out, if you can.”
As serious as the bear had been, he suddenly burst into his signature laugh.
“You all know by now what it takes to get a trial, right?”
“That’s right. Let’s have one more murder, just for old times’ sake, eh? Upupu!”
“So get killing! It’s time for the grand finale!”
[[Chapter 6 Start! All remaining students have received an additional Monocoin.]]