Oh and Forge, don’t let the game get to you that much.
Like, I understand where you’re coming from on many fronts. Easy to take this thing really personally. But, at the end of the day, once this game is over, we’re still cool.
New Rule:
A surviving Mafia member who forfeits the game will get a single point, due to their service of not dragging the game along incredibly slowly just to get a point for lynching yourself.
This has been GodotsRevenge, creating new rules on a whim. Thank you, and good night.
@Cyntalan I was talking about ASCII, it’s pronounced “ass-key” (unless I’ve been lied to, in which case just ignore this). Trying to fit “ass” and “key” next to each other in a sentence when you’re not WAH is really hard okay?
“I cannot accept that you are fated to defeat me. I shall fall by my own sword.”
“You’re not listening…”
Augustus softly spoke incomprehensible words to himself. The Four Dark Gods of Destruction appeared, and circled around the Dark Lord. A seemingly meaningless symbol appeared on the ground below Augustus. It began to glow. And Augustus began to fade away, as if his very being was phasing out of existence.
“I can’t believe somebody could possible be this stupid. REDACTED is the final Culprit! How could he not realize that? Next, somebody will say that Pimp Willy is a Culprit.”
Now some of you may ask, “But what happened to The Four Dark Gods of Destruction?”
Well, The Four Dark Gods of Destruction were crushed by ForgeDigger’s tits. Because why the hell not.
Mondo was ecstatic. “Guys, Pimp Willy is a Culprit, apparently!”
“Really?” Naegi, the stereotypical protagonist, asked.
“Yeah, I asked Monokuma how Pimp Willy was losing. He giggled and said that he was a Culprit all along. He wasn’t supposed to be one, but his skill, Super High School Level Imposter, took over. And he became one with the Culprits.”
“What a backstory. So… the Culprits killed one of their own?” Naegi continued to ask questions that poked holes in my story, the little prick.
“Dude, I wouldn’t question the plot if I were you.” Leon mumbled.
And he was right. Don’t question my write-ups. Bitch.
“Damn you’re thirsty, Leon. She’s a ruthless killer. Unless you’re into that sorta thing…” RadicalFizz (New idea for a soda brand name)'s mind wandered off…
“Well RadicalFuzz, infrequent lurker, and Mobius looks like you’ve all graduated. You didn’t find out who the mastermind is, but it’s good enough for me. Congratulations.”
“FUCK YOU!” Cyntalan instantly flipped the bird.
“I’m still up and running!” Missing Person’s robot persona said.
Monokuma tossed a red button to Mobius. It read “ESCAPE SWITCH”
“Well guys, looks like we finally did it. We’ve lost countless friends, beat impossible odds, and endured terrible write-ups, but we did it. Anything you’d all like to say before we leave?”
“No, that’s about it. Let’s shut the book on this one.”
Mobius pressed the escape switch. The metal doors that had once kept them inside a giant murder scene had finally opened. Light poured in. The three young men left the horrid school, and never looked back once.
“But nooooooooooooooooooooooo, killing me would be a waste they said. It’s pointless to kill somebody who doesn’t have an anti-mafia role they said. Well I’ll show them. I’ll show everyone!”
“If a Culprit refuses to kill me, I’ll become a Culprit and kill myself!”