#mpopen

" Didn't you sacks of shit hear me? Move your asses and plant 'em in a chair right now. If I gotta repeat myself, heads are gonna fuckin' roll. "

A tone of annoyance would escape from the individual, a jerk of his hand to motion for the imbeciles before him to take a seat.

" Now, now I know a bunch of kids like you have a bunch of questions right? We'll we don't have time for that, you know? So let's see -- "

Those red eyes would peer out at the assembled group in front of him.

" What a group this year, huh? Some of ya look like you're pissing your pants. Others are composed as hell, some of ya got some pretty good eyes. I like that! That's good. "

The heavily silhouetted man would pick up that knife on his desk and example it before placing it back down.

" Get ready for Sensei's lesson, it'll be on the exam -- !! "

The man would exclaim excitedly, as the wall behind the students was illuminated with a projector.

" Turn your asses around and take it all in, these are the rules of survival here~! "

those 「collars 」around your neck -- they're pretty fancy pieces of shit right? top of the line in ..ah, i forgot. oh, If you try to remove them they'll immediately detonate!

on each of your person, there should be one of those damned 「tablet」things or whatever. you brats are that information generation right? work those braincells and figure out how to work 'em. they're locked to you -- so no trading or i'll blow you up!

ah right, you're currently on an artificial island smack dab in the middle of who knows where.  of course this a place of education so your safety is an immediate concern -- so barred off 「 dangerous zones 」 for your own protection! if you wander into them, i'll blow your fuckin' head off.

naturally, acts of violence against the faculty are forbidden. if you hurt anything other than my feelings, i'll blow your fuckin' head off.

`` Hey, shit stains! Gather 'round, cause I got somethin' for ya'! `` 

it was time.

the culmination of fear and anticipation reached a crescendo inside of one classroom -- with a potentially familiar face waiting beyond the door, arms held out in a mockery of a welcoming gesture. his hood no longer obscured the eerie visage underneath, one of a handsome young man that many youth in the school had grown accustomed to seeing over their attendance. three things about his form quickly stood out: a pistol and a knife were sitting next to his person, yet the exact model of pistol could not be ascertained due to the lack of visibility in the classroom. the third, which all were sure to notice, was a pair of hollow red eyes watching each student with an egotistical leer.

idly, the mockery of a high school teacher plopped down on the edge of his desk and pulled a knee inward to his chest, draping an arm over it afterward. kobayashi gestured the undoubtedly bewildered students inward to have a seat, just like an average day at school. 

Horrible. It made me feel physically sick. 

It seems that in all this drama my cat has ran away.

Can I take back yesterdays statement about it being quiet around here?