Which is how I find myself here. The plot of land assigned to me by the senate.
It’s a burned wreck with a tiny plywood box erected on top of it. The roof is metal sheeting, the insulation non-existent and it contains a sleeping bag, a barbeque and some plumbing that looks like it predates the Emergence.
To live here in winter would be the kiss of death, an outcome I’m sure the senate has considered. That’s a few months off but there are plenty of things which could take me before then. Starvation, exhaustion, being crushed when the shoddy structure falls on me... all of these are distinct possibilities.
Perhaps I should just accept my sentence, an adult life unable to work or marry stretches ahead of me, but just as I’m about to give up, that same stubborn will wakes up. Perhaps I am nothing to them, but I am something to me, and I am not yet ready for an ending.
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Monokuma Faces: These are portcullis, securing doors and preventing passage from even the most determined invaders.
First Floor
Guard Barracks
A very orderly circular room lined with simple beds. At the foot of each bed is a chest that is bolted to the floor and fixed with a sturdy lock that refuses to open. Several armor stands and weapon racks adorn the walls.
Stables
Musty and mostly empty. Straw floors cushion heavy hooves, and the only remaining horse who is stabled here seems quite old. He prefers to ignore anyone who isn’t trying to touch him.
Main Gates
A pair of incredibly heavy doors that open outwards, probably fashioned with a portcullis for protection. Though they are parted, there is only an odd, incredibly dark wall beyond it, which blockades exit.
Prison Tower
A stuffy room filled with several desks and otherwise kept sparse to avoid arming any prisoners who try to escape. Several portraits of regal figures and heroes of the realm sit upon the walls at a comfortable distance from lit braziers.
Kitchens
Vast and labyrinthine countertop networks make this place difficult to maneuver. Most of the ovens are perpetually glowing, though without the bustle of the kitchen staff, this sweltering chamber seems oddly eerie.
Food Storage
A vast collection of heavily stocked shelves, iceboxes (complete with ice to keep them cool!) and spice cabinets make this place a wonderland for any culinary enthusiast.
Church
An ornately decorated church building complete with stained glass windows, ornamental candelabras, and a large carpeted space for worshipers to stand. A few reliquaries are displayed on the altar, behind which stands an NPC who doesn’t look especially pious.
Royal Tower
An opulent chamber, with many portraits of the king’s glorious visage line the walls. In particular, this room is sectioned off halfway, with an opening and counter top, an NPC standing on the other side cheerily seems ready for conversation and perhaps reward, as this little station looks like a shop! The red-carpeted marble stairs lead upwards towards the king’s chambers, and is flanked by two small statues of himself on the banisters.
Dorms
Wooden bunk houses clearly meant to house the servants of the castle. Neither opulent nor squalid, the rooms are of nice quality, with strong and sturdy beds and securely lockable doors. At the end opposite the door, each dorm has a spacious gathering area, with a sturdy table and nice chandelier.
Second Floor
Guard Towers
Each guard tower is similar to its siblings. They consist of observation posts that stare out into an oddly black abyss. Tables and chairs rest around for soldiers to sit upon between patrols around the castle, and a few shelves nearby stock books with records of observations, most blank or boring.
Throne Room
Grand opulence on full display, marble columns covered in exquisite etchings line the hall into the room proper, and a grand throne sits in the center of the room, raised up on a dais and seated so that the impressive stained glass window behind it streams light past in a most magnificent fashion.
Prison Tower Cells
Dark and intimidating cells for those who earn the king’s ire. The barred doors are very sturdy, and the cold cobblestone offers little comfort. Ending up here should be the last thing on your priority list.
Dining Hall
A grand and expansive dining hall. The main entryway is from the fancy external stairs, and from that entrance you are in the best position to either stride down the long tables to take a fine seat upon nicely cushioned chairs, or walk through the huge double doors to the throne room. Two tall double doors open up into the nearby guard post in case of trouble, and a small, almost missable servant door is near the guard post’s exit, from which servants would bring up food for hungry guests.
When you entered your pod and logged into the system, the world went dark. It seemed as if you had slept for some time before you came to.
A breeze brushed against your skin as you sat up. Patches of grass and cobblestones spread out around you, punctuated by flowers, statues, and a massive, burbling statue in the center of the area. An old dog sniffed around at any objects it could find. Several smaller buildings and towers obstructed some of your view, but a uniform, tall wall closed all of it in. It took little deduction to piece together that you were sitting in the courtyard of the main castle.
The crunch of the grass beneath you, the smell of the gardenias, the warmth of the sunlight—this game did feel remarkably real.
Your fellow students looked to be in just the same position as you. Nothing you could consider an authority figure was in sight. So... now what? Maybe once everyone shook off the disorientation, the tutorial would start?
[[Prologue Start! Post any open threads with the tag #ccopen. You may send in investigation asks to explore the environment in more detail and find coins.]]
The desks were segregated, each section colour appropriate and as we grew up the timetable varied by caste. The reds took politics, the blues learned to cook, green did extra physical exercise and so on.
And me?
I sat in the corner by the teacher, on show in a whitewashed seat that clearly used to be grey. They didn’t timetable me any colour specific classes, how could they teach a lesson on nothingness, but I couldn’t leave either. Instead I became adept at hiding, loitering in the hallways was not an option unless I wanted to be avoided by 95% of the students and tormented by the remainder, kids of every Colour Caste who seemed to believe that their cruelty would make me vanish.
Sometimes I wondered if it would, if perhaps I should just walk until the reclaimed lands of our town disappeared behind me, walk until I fell and then slowly rot into the putrid soil which still covered most of the land.
clara pets that good good good good dog. give those belly rubs.
Edgar flops over happily, though he may or may not have fallen asleep in the middle of your display of affection. A coin seems to have fallen out of his bandanna in the process.
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