24/05/XXXX
Three years after the Tragedy.
I awoke to the sound of gunshots. Nothing new, really. Just another unfortunate victim of the Tragedy.
Still, it sounded like it was close by - I'd best go make sure I wasn't in danger, I supposed. Not that I was ever safe. Nobody was.
Despite my weariness, I pulled myself off of the tattered old futon I'd laid down on the floor. Brushing some dirt from my clothes, I made my way outside.
Nothing was in sight. At least, nothing that wasn't usually there. Wrecked cars, a starving German Shepard, the terrible stench of blood. I put my hand over my face. I still hadn't gotten used to that smell, and I wasn't sure I ever would.
The starving dog growled and barked as I passed him, struggling against the chain that kept him from leaving his garden. It was pitiful, really. He'd been there for quite some time. Occasionally I'd toss him leftover scraps, but with food growing scarce I couldn't really afford to do that anymore. I considered unchaining him or just putting him out of his misery, but the one time I dared get close, he bit me. I grimaced slightly at the memory. I still had a scar on my wrist from that bite.
So I ignored the snarls the dog sent my way and continued on down the road. If there was a gunshot, there surely must be a shooter. But after wandering the streets for nearly an hour with no sign of life at all, I opted to give up. Whoever was there was long gone. For a moment I wondered if the noise had come from one of the TVs left at the electronics store near my 'home', but I soon dismissed the thought. Ever since the end of the killing game that had been showing, all the TVs displayed was static.
By the time I made it back to the old police station I had settled in, it was nearly dawn. Still, I was tired, so I climbed back into bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next day was spent simply scavenging for tins of food. The same old daily grind. I never encountered a single soul, which further reinforced my theory that the shooter had disappeared. I'd have to move soon, though, I realized; there was hardly anything left to gather. There was nowhere to fish or hunt nearby, either. I spent the trip back thinking of where I could move to, but my thoughts were interrupted by another gunshot, followed by a sharp whine.
I froze. The bag I was holding in my hand fell to the floor, and my hand moved towards the hunting knife I kept in my pocket. Slowly, I neared the corner, my heart pounding in my chest. I froze once more. A knife wasn't going to do anything against a gun. But I had nothing else.
I couldn't stay there forever, though. I'd have to put aside my fear at some point. So I swallowed and peeked my head around the corner.
Nothing. I squinted. There was absolutely nothing. I scanned the area, and there was no sign of life whatsoever, except for the dog.
The dog, which now lay bleeding on the ground. Against my better judgement, I half walked-half ran to where the dog was. He was still breathing, but barely. He looked pained. The poor thing. Momentarily forgetting the gunshot, I stroked the dog's head gently, which was met with a halfhearted growl.
I opened my mouth to speak, but suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and forced a cloth over my mouth. I panicked and attempted the throw the assailant off, but to no avail.
I shouldn't have let my guard down. I should have payed more attention I should have known better I should have-
Why hello there, people! T'is I, Shinxy, returned from the grave :O
So yeah. SYOC. Which means you can like, send me your characters so I can fill up the story. Yay.
So you're going to need to fill this in and send it to me via private message. I will need most of these answered in as much detail as possible. Thank you :D
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(I will also be posting this on my userpage, if you can't copy it from here.)
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Personality: (Arguably the most important section. Include everything possible. If there isn't enough detail, I won't be able to portray your character correctly.)
Backstory: (Keep in mind that this story takes place three years after the world has ended. Events in DanganRonpa 1, Another Episode, and the Despair Arc have happened, too.)
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Are you alright with your character being the mastermind? (This is not "why should you be" this is "are you okay with being". I'm capable of picking myself without you trying to convince me.)
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1. Natsuko Yamashita / FirelightKnight
2. Shin Nishimura / RedEndz
3. Shinju Sakai / TheRoseShadow21
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