- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
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- Genres
- Quite open to most general genres, like fantasy (usually more urban fantasy), science fiction, slice of life, etc.
"How curious. I suppose that unless that Monokuma allows it, we won't be able to get through this door. Dictating what we can and can't do, where we can and can't go... almost like a God, even," Kotomine commented, holding his chin briefly in thought, "Still, I am rather curious about what exactly lies beyond that door, exactly what kind of destruction would be waiting for us beyond it..."Revya (Entrance Hall)
"Ah no, it's fine." Revya gave the priest a long look before moving on. She recognized the outfit. She knew they were usually good guys. It's just that the last priest she met was... well, he was a guy that sounded, dressed, acted and looked like a girl.
The group made their way to the entrance-hall, following their maps. Turn here, walk there, move on... And finally, they reached their destination. Well, they could only assume so. For what stood in front of them was a door. ... Yeah, plenty of them had bad experience with doors. But this was no ordinary door. It wasn't even a ninja door. This door... It was clear it was the head honcho, the big daddy, the Ultimate Door. No kidding. This wasn't even a type of door that led to the final boss. This was a door that said 'no way you're going into this room bro. This isn't even in the game. If it was, it would hold an extra boss who cheated in every way.' That's right. This door was that badass. No if's and's or but's.
And beyond that door were sounds of havoc. Explosions. Shots fired. A war whose sounds even the ultimate door couldn't block out. Even if the door wasn't there, would they even want to go outside? The metal in front of them rumbled for a short bit. "... Well, were we expecting anything different?" She said that, but it was clear enough that the woman too had hoped for at least something.
@Chello
"So now what is the suggested course of action, girl?" He asked in a strange mixture of apathy and irritation.