#execution meme

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                                              G A M E O V E R

                                MYTHO HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY.                                     TIME FOR THE PUNISHMENT!

                                          The Prince and The Raven

        The Ultimate Ballerino, Mytho Lohen’s Execution: Executed

We see Mytho dressed in the prince attire (a gold crown on his head and a long-sleeved royal blue tunic with gold lining designs, a collar designed with long white feathers, and an iris blue chemise worn underneath. Mytho also wears a white hose, a white cape, and white ballet slippers.) as the shadowy raven from the book emerges. It laughed and the boy charges into battle with a sword in hand. He was told if he defeated the raven, Monokuma would let him live. Black feather flew at his body, piercing his pale skin. Mytho cries out in pain, but keeps going. He has to live. He has to win to recover his heart. However, the despair he had dealt with in the past returned when he started to have flashbacks of losing Princess Tutu and his friend (the knight). He starts to tremble as the raven started to taunt him once more. Unable to bear the pain again, he decides to shatter his heart. So, he turns his sword to his chest and stab it through his heart. But wait. The heart doesn’t shatter, but rather his blood was spilled on the stag floor. Mytho looks down to his chest in disbelief, seeing the blood on the cloth. His eyes started to close as he last heard dark laughter and someone calling for him (but he doesn’t know who). His bloody sword dropped to the floor and it clattered. His crown fell off of his head and rolled away to Monokuma’s feet. The mechanical bear chuckled as he picked it up and puts it on. Mytho... or should I say Prince Siegfried...was executed, all because of his foolish wish of wanting to save everyone from this game. The tragedy has been completely written. 

‘Goodbye’ be damned. Neutrality be damned. She’d hung onto that second thing as long and as well as she could, been as loyal to those she cared for on either side, or no side at all. Which, ironically, was exactly why she was here tonight.

There was a strange, almost indignant gasp as her grip locked, an arm around the redcoat’s neck from behind. She could have killed him - should have, a wiser, more ancient voice bit at the back of her mind. But still she pushed it away, settling for lowering the man unconscious to the muddy floor. Some sparks wouldn’t be sacrificed in the flame.

The keys hung from a hook on the wall, tauntingly just beyond arm’s reach from the cells on either side. A bundle hung from one hand as the other unlocked the gate, holding a red coat and regulation hat, the copy of those she herself wore as disguise.

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You truly are a fool Toa!

I have no desire or want for any “honorable burial”, it matters little to me what happens to my body after I die.

Really?

Please! I highly doubt this “public town” could catch me, let alone hold me. I’ve been sent to cell’s plenty of times before my career with the Dark Hunters and I escaped them all.