Prologue: Welcome to a Refurbished Despair Pt. B

'So, this is the once great Hope's Peak Academy...' I thought to myself as I stood in front of the building in a mixture of awe and anxiety. The school had received major renovations ever since the "Mutual Killing School Life of the 78th Class" and had to shut its doors almost for good in light of that incident. *Almost* mind you. The school did eventually reopen thanks to the cooperation of the Future Foundation and Togami Corporation. I was one of the students chosen to be a part of the 79th class of Hope's Peak Academy. Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Hajime Kazuki, but just call me "Jay" please. It's not that I hate my name, but I strongly dislike the fact that I shared a first name with one of the individuals responsible for the "Tragedy" so I insisted everyone call me "Jay" or "Kazu" (Though I heavily prefer Jay). Not a spectacular reason I know, but it's just my petty personal opinion.

Also, to be 100% clear, that "Tragedy" officially came to an end last year and from what I understand this reopening came is the world's sort of way to solidify the foundation of a "new hope". Or at least that's how some people put it; I don't get it too much myself. How I got here you might be wondering? I was selected as "The Ultimate Luckster" or Lucky Student if you want to get technical. As it sounds, I was picked out of pure luck. I fit into the "ordinary" category very easily with my 5' 8" height and dark hair, I wore a bland white hoodie over my button up with black pants and a pair of popular sneakers directed towards boys. I may be ordinary but my luck is something that isn't. From personal experience I go through Good or Bad luck at pure random. It isn't just some normal level luck either; I can probably do something to improve lots of lives or accidentally indirectly maybe end some as well. But I'd rather not bore you with my battle of pessimism and optimism.

Overall, I was just excited. It's only in dreams do people wish to be "guaranteed" success and I was gonna live that dream. The next three years of my life were supposed to be filled with friends, cherish-able moments and most importantly "Hope". *Was* supposed to. I'd tell you more about my school days or even what the actual campus looked like but the second I took a step into school boundaries all of my senses became a blur. Each sensation slowly melting and swirling into a never ending, all consuming black abyss...

When I finally regained consciousness I expected to be carried to the infirmary but instead I was greeted to the sight of a room with pink wallpaper and an exceptionally soft bed. I never slept on a bed this soft before, not even back at home. I sat up and instantly felt a warm sunlight on the back of by neck. I looked out and saw a grassy campus field with a few structures I couldn't identify from my angle. Depending on the position of the sun I inferred it to be either early morning or late day but I couldn't tell. I got out of the bed and began to examine the room briefly. On the desk I found a key with the word "Kazuki" etched on it in romanji (all the keys are labelled that way. I left that fact out in "A" because of reasons.) and a secret room which the door refused to move. From what I can guess it must be my dorm room. Someone probably carried me here after blacking out and left the key on my desk so when I'd wake up I'd find it, yeah that sounds reasonable. Though who brought me here has me a little on edge now. I hope they didn't do anything to me or my room while unconscious.

I was preparing to step out when a sudden announcement rang throughout my room. On a monitor too high for me to reach was static. Through that static an eerily cheery voice spoke. "Upupupu... Will all students please arrive at the Gymnasium now? Since you're all awake now, it's time to start your Orientation. Also, so you don't get lost all other facilities have been temporarily locked down." And that was all it said before the transmission was cut off and the screen blacked out. Why did that voice sound familiar? I couldn't put a name to a face but I've definitely heard that unusual voice before.

But I guess I didn't have time to worry about it now. I needed to head for the Gymnasium if I wanted any answers. So in order to follow through I walked out into the corridor where I saw other dorm rooms but no signs of life. Was everyone else at the Gym? One way to find out!

I took a stride down the hall and when I got to the door it wouldn't open. "Huh?" I found myself saying before I remembered the announcement. Looks like I duped and needed to go the other way, so I went running to the other side and found my way outside. Outside was significantly warmer but probably due to an air conditioner in the dorms. There was a cement walkway that went straight to another building that looked much larger than the dorm building. "Could that be the gym?" I pondered aloud. Note to self: Stop talking out loud. I rushed over to what I assumed to be the Gym. Looks like my assumption was right on the money as I opened up the double doors and was greeted to a typical gym like setting with what I estimated to be about 14 other students inside as well. Everything was awkwardly silent and not everyone looked up to acknowledge my presence. I figured I might as well be the one to break the silence, so I said "Hello everyone. I hope I'm not late. My name's Hajime Kazuki but everyone calls me "Jay"."

A boy around my height walked over to me, his bright brown hair and blue eyes gave him a cheery appearance. Or it could be because he was wearing a smile that felt natural. His clothing consisted of an unbuttoned button up with a t-shirt underneath and loose fitting jeans. His accessories was a rather unique pendant he wore around his neck. "Don't worry about that." He said in a very laid back tone. "I was literally the one before you for coming in so I can safely say you're not late." He gave a light chuckle as he casually placed his hands behind his head. "The name's Yukio Yuudai by the way." He said. "It's only polite to introduce myself. I'm known as the "Ultimate Hero"."

"What kind of talent is that?" I asked, absolutely baffled at his talent.

"You know, I did a lot of valiant acts and Hope's Peak just came to me..." Yukio replied. "By the way, what's your talent?"

Suddenly I felt a whole lot inferior. I can only imagine what he means by 'valiant' acts that definitely earned him the title of "Hero". Whilst all I had going for me was luck, which I seemed to be coasting on. For a moment, before I replied, it occurred to me that everyone else probably worked hard to get where they are while I had an easy way out and just got lucky. "I'm... the "Ultimate Luckster"." I mumbled, feeling my once positive attitude slowly shrink into a darker part of my mind. I half expected Yukio to look down on me or to recoil with disgust as I told him.

But he just gave a relaxed smile and said "That's friggin' awesome." I was now confused and I guess it showed on my face as he now gave a confused look. "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Oh, um... nothing I guess." I told him and he shrugged it off. Suddenly his face lit up with an idea when he suddenly declared "Hey everyone! Let's all introduce ourselves! You know to kill some time while we wait."

"Why?" One of the students asked.

"To kill some time." Yukio repeated.

"Why go through all that trouble when not everyone's here to begin with? I don't want to feel redundant." Another person replied.

"It's better than being in a room with strangers." Yukio stated calmly. He was definitely going to be a fun guy to have around.

"Fine. I guess I might as well join your little "Pow wow"..." a girl said in an irate tone. She brushed her blond highlighted brown hair out of her face as she gave a pout. Her medium length hair must've been dyed because no one has that natural of a yellow. On her head she wore a cap that I wasn't even sure of the name, and her clothes were rather skimpy. Her tank top had thin straps on her shoulders and her skirt was no where near her knees and her platform boots went all the way to her knees. "I'm Emiko Kamiko, the Ultimate Fashionista. I, like, set trends and love looking good. I guess." She said, her voice going from irritated to just simply bored. "There, happy?" Emiko didn't seem all that interested to begin with as she found more entertainment by playing with her hair. I thought it best if we should leave her be.

"Shall I speak next?" A proper voice spoke. His face held a genuine look of confusion as he asked this. His jet black hair neatly combed to one side, while he wore what might as well be an everyday suit. Those brown eyes scanned over the whole room of the fourteen of us as he waited for a response. The only other thing that was noteworthy was the freckles on his face. "Very well, I shall proceed now. I am Kazuhiro Hisao and I was accepted into the academy as the Ultimate Heir."

"'Ultimate Heir'?" I asked, not entirely sure what he meant by that.

"After I graduate from this school, I am supposed to inherit three companies." Kazuhiro replied nonchalantly.

"Wait, SERIOUSLY!?" I asked with shock. "T-there's no way that's possible!" I stammered out.

"That's why I am the Ultimate Heir I suppose." Kazuhiro shrugged. He definitely wasn't the "normal" type of guy. Not that I expected there to be an abundance of normal in this new class.

"Okay! Let's see..." Yukio cut in. He gave a "Hmm" as he scanned the room of students. He then pointed to someone. "You look friendly! Tell us your name!" Yukio cried out. The guy he was pointing to WASN'T friendly looking at all. He was a tall fellow, if I had to guess he was just barely over seven feet, and this person was built like a juggernaut! Each muscle on his body ripped and bulging excessively that gave off a menacing vibe, he barely fit into his hoodie. His black hair was long and reached down to his waist as it spiked in certain places and had a dark green highlight to it. Those amber eyes didn't help him win any friendly appearances either. There was just no way he could be a high school student! His arms were crossed and he remained silent even after being called upon. Yukio didn't seem to have a sense of caution as he kept pressing for an answer. "Hey! You heard me!?"

"Y-you're insane!" Emiko shouted at Yukio, "You really wanna piss off a guy like HIM!? He'll grind you to a pulp!" She sounded concerned for Yukio and irritated at the same time.

"No he won't. We're classmates." Yukio said with a smile. That left the rest of us utterly confused.

"-Fine. I'll tell you." The guy said in an absolutely deep and masculine voice. Holy shit, this guy was scary. "Tatsuya Raiden. The Ultimate Combatant." He then fell into silence once more. I better not get on Tatsuya's bad side then.

"T-t-that's all you have to s-say!?" A girl stammered. Her long and messy lavender hair matched her cardigan, she seemed to fidget from side to side nervously as she spoke these words. Her red eyes behind her large spectacles stared at Tatsuya nervously. Her long skirt covered most of her bottom half and she wore what looked to be a skull ring on her left ring finger. When Tatsuya didn't say anything to the girl she began to blush and chuckle to herself. "Hehehe... Hehehehehehehe..." Steam seemed to raise from out of nowhere and fogged up her glasses. "T-the strong and stoic type...!" She half mumbled, half moaned to herself. A drool line evident on the side of her face.

"Uhhh..." All I could do was raise an eyebrow at her mysterious antics.

"D-don't look at me like that...!" She gasped out suddenly, while trying to cover up her face. "If you want an i-introduction... I'm K-Kohaku Mari... The Ultimate Medium."

"Nice to meet you K-Kohaku!" Yukio declared. She now seemed upset.

"A-are you making fun of me!?" Kohaku stammered in anger.

"Huh!? N-no I just thought that's how it was pronounced...!"

"Y-y-y-y-you were making fun of my s-speech impediment!" She was now absolutely angry. But if she was known as the Ultimate Medium then that must mean...

"You can communicate with spirits of the dead right?" Kazuhiro asked.

"Wait, you mean like ghosts?" I asked in turn. All she did was nod and wander away in annoyance. I could tell she wanted to keep talking but Yukio had upset her too much. Nothing good was gonna come out of it if I tried to pry so I left her alone for now. I glared at Yukio for being insensitive but he just ignored it and said "Next!" like some big shot director.

"I'll go next." This next student was also a girl. She seemed pretty short, around 5'1" maybe? She wore glasses as well but her brown hair was cut to be no longer than her chin line. Her green eyes and gentle smile gave her a very relaxed disposition. She wore a hoodie that seemed to be at least a size too big and her white button up was done all the way to the top. Her skirt went to her knees and her long boots had two little balls of fluff on each of them. "I'm Amaya Chika, the Ultimate Collector. I collect bottlecaps, stamps, coins, feathers, butterflies..." Her list just seemed to drone on and I just stopped listening altogether.

"That's fantastic!" Yukio shouted with glee. Was he insane? Or just too upbeat for his own good? "Did you bring any of that stuff with you?"

"I think so." She said, "But I couldn't find it in the dorm rooms."

"Speaking of which." A calm boy said. He adjusted his tie that was wrapped around his collared shirt, his black hair messy and strewn about here and there. He was dressed in the basic Hope's Peak Academy uniform. "Has anyone noticed all of their things went missing?"

"Now that you mention it... yeah." I said.

"Same here." Everyone said as they gave it a moment to dwell.

"But, don't let me stop you from having "fun". I'll be over here, being serious. Masato Osamu by the way. Ultimate Mathematician." Geez what a killjoy.

"Whatever you say!" I expected that to come from Yukio but he didn't say anything at all. It came from a tan boy that was slightly taller than I was. He had rugged facial features and dark brown hair, cut to be a crew cut but more skyward. His sleeveless orange hoodie exposed his thick build and revealed body hair. Seriously, were the guys here super masculine or did they just get held back? "Hey guys. I'm Yoichi Kunio, the Ultimate Web Star! Got all kinds of things on the internet so maybe you've heard of me." He gave a goofy grin as he said this. No one validated that statement with a response so Yoichi went on. "And this here's my younger brother, Saburo." He held in a side hug a boy of similar skin tone and smaller build. Still had a decent amount of body hair though. One trait that offset them though was their hair color was polar opposites. Yoichi had dark brown hair but Saburo had snowy white hair. If that wasn't a thing then they would've been identical. And their clothes were different since Saburo covered up more with a long sleeved black windbreaker zipped all the way up. He hid his mouth inside of the collar of the jacket as he was thrown into the spotlight.

"Now that I think about it..." Amaya trailed off. "'Kunio' means 'country man'. Did you come from the countryside then?"

"Yep!" Yoichi grinned. "We did lots of hard work from where we're from and had different um... values from everyone else, so that's why we look a little older. Though I'm the oldest of three! I got held back twice though..." He said that last sentence sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. I don't believe I've heard of him quite as well as I should have but he was very entertaining. Wish I did though.

Saburo, on the other hand, had an expressionless face. He refused to move or do anything. He just remained staring at everyone, though not in a way that'd make you uncomfortable. It was just weird since he didn't really seem to care. Apathetic almost. He didn't talk up once the entire time. I think it'd be best if we tried asking his talent another time, he seemed unusually cold too.

"Well, to be polite, I should go next." A tall girl in a traditional kimono said. Her long hair tied into two pigtails and seemed to reach her waist still. Her height must've been close to 6' (Forgive me. I am a US citizen so I don't use the metric system often) "I am Natsuko Ren. Also known as the Ultimate Traditional Dancer." She said.

"Would we be able to see you dance sometime?" Kazuhiro asked.

"I can only hope." Natsuko answered with a smile. She seemed nice.

"My turn! My turn!" An excited but irritating voice said. Her hair tied into a duotoned braid, one light brown and one pink. Her clothes totally screamed rockstar with her ripped pants and t-shirt with a band on it, one I've never heard of. "I'm Shinju Suzu! The Ultimate Instrumentalist, ready to make some sick beats!"

"D-don't strain yourself using that voice." A blond girl said.

"Huh? But this is my normal voice."

"Ah-! Oh my goodness, forgive me!" The girl said. Her short blond hair was tied into a small bun while she dressed in what can be considered "business casual" attire, with a white lab coat over her clothes. She seemed slightly stressed out. "I'm Yukino Toshiko, the Ultimate Doctor. If you ever get sick or hurt let me know and I'll help you get better."

"Thanks doc!" Shinju said with glee.

"Sorry to interject." A rather rotund male interjected. His black hair virtually nonexistent as he seems to have shaved it off. His chubby fingers pointed to the crowd and his skin seemed to almost gleam under the lighting of the gymnasium. "Behold, for I am Shigeo Kyou! The Ultimate Connoisseur! The decider of fates as well!"

"Wait, what!?" I declared in confusion. "There's not way that's possible!"

"Indeed it is, dear Hajime." He said.

"D-don't call me that!" I told him. "I said Jay is fine!"

"Looks like being in this gym is making you crazy." Emiko smirked.

"Anyway, I've decided!" Shigeo went on. "I'm going to rate all of you through your cooking!"

"Really? We have to cook for you?" Natsuko asked.

"Damn, if only I paid attention to Juku..." Yoichi mumbled.

"We can do that later." Yukio said. "We still have one more person left."

"Me right?" The last girl asked. Her short black hair reached her neck and in her hair she had a kitty barrette in her hair on left side. Her school uniform consisted of a puffy white shirt with a red scarf tied in a basic school girl sailor knot while her black skirt made a cone shape almost and was in a black color. "Well, here goes... I'm Chidori Yukimura."

"What's your talent?" Yukio asked.

"It's um.. kind of embarrassing." Chidori seemed nervous but that went unnoticed by Yukio.

"Nonsense. Now, pretty please? We can't have you AND Saburo silent." Now that I think about it, Yukio has been driving on most of this conversation through these small acts of begging and persuasion. He's able to make people talk by acting innocent and curious, and to be honest, that's kinda scary.

"O-okay." Chidori replied. "I'm the Ultimate Charisma..."

"Charisma? Doesn't that mean "Appeal"?" I asked her.

"Um... yeah. Apparently I have the natural talent to appeal to a lot of people. It doesn't make a lot of sense." She replied.

"It doesn't sound stupid though." I told her. "I bet you must've been popular before coming here."

"I guess. I mean... I dunno." Chidori said. She was going to tell me something else but we were all interrupted by Masato.

"Now that we're all introduced, I'd like to propose several observations I've made." He stated coolly. "First, it seems we're all missing our personal belongings except for clean clothes."

"Our cellphones included..." Emiko sighed in a bit of sadness. "...and I had made it cute and everything..."

"Second, I've noticed the security cameras up there and there was one present in the dorm building." Masato went on, clearly unconcerned with Emiko's problems.

"Maybe these are all security measures?" Yukio suggested. "Like, in case anyone brought something dangerous or unwholesome."

"...Not likely." Saburo suddenly cut in harshly. His voice icy and apathetic while he spoke rather low. I almost shivered for a moment, anticipating for him to say more. That was all he said.

"I-it doesn't make sense to just take stuff and leave our clothes." Kohaku stated.

"Maybe they checked those first?" Natsuko inputted, though she sounded skeptical behind that logic.

"No." Shigeo said. "They left us with our clean clothing because they wanted us to have those but nothing else."

"Huh- why!?" Kazuhiro shouted.

"It probably has something to do with the cameras. Think about it, and you'll reach an answer." Masato advised.

"You make no sense..." Amaya sighed.

"So then..." I pondered for a moment as to what it could all mean. Then I began to realize an ugly truth. "I-it can't be...!? Another killing game...!?" I was scared. I didn't want it to be true. I couldn't accept it to be fact.

"That's a conclusion I've reached as well." Masato said. "I've considered the possibility of this to be true at about 45%."

"That's not very high..." Yoichi said, sounding relieved.

"But it's not exactly low either." Yukino stated.

"Wellllll, if you're all DYING to know, I guess I should get this show on the role now." An eerily cheerful voice rang through the air. Everyone suddenly froze in silence as that dreadful voice turned all of our blood into ice. From the podium at the end of the gymnasium a black and white bear jumped up and plopped right on it. There was no way-

"Gooood afternoon class!" The bear declared. "I am Monokuma! And I am your new headmaster!"

"You're... what?" Yukio asked with a nervous smile.

"I'm your new headmaster!" Monokuma said with a creepy chuckle. I think it was something like an "upupupu..."

"You!?" Shinju shouted, clearly voicing her objection. "Get your duotoned ass the hell out of here!"

"No way! I'm here to stay!" He laughed.

"We already know what you'll do if we stay here..." Tatsuya spoke up. "That's why you need to leave."

"Aw... you guys should know I'm very serious... Group A knew." Monokuma said with a bit of melancholy.

"Group A?" I asked. "Are you talking about the missing fifteen students?"

"Fifteen? Oh, looks like you made a mistake." Monokuma told us. "There's sixteen students in Group A, and fifteen in Group B."

"Wait, what!?" Chidori asked. "How can there be thirty-one?"

"One of the thirty-one students is a dirty little traitor of the Future Foundation!" Monokuma declared.

"B-but aren't they the good guys in this...?" Yukio asked. "Why should we care if one of us is a spy!?"

"Be-Cu-uz..." Monokuma said, extending the syllables in 'because'. "Exposing them is a ticket out of here for everyone else!"

"Huh?" I asked. "So we have to sacrifice one of us here in order to escape? How are we gonna do that if we don't know everyone!"

"That's you guys' problem." Monokuma grinned- er, said happily.

"Why would we do that? All we have to do is sit back and watch you get bored and leave right?" Emiko asked.

"Bzzt, wrong!" Monokuma laughed, then became pissed. "You aren't taking this seriously! Fine then! I'll show you how serious I can be!" From behind Monokuma rose a sort of video board and it seemed to be turned off.

"Huh? A video?" Amaya inquired.

"Nope, even better. A live stream!" He laughed.

"A what!?" Natsuko asked. She didn't get an answer as all the lights went off and the video monitor blared to life. On screen was a woman with silver hair, pale skin and purple eyes. She had been gagged so she couldn't speak at all. I recognized her, she was one of the survivors from the other killing game a few years ago. It'd be natural to see her age.

(Extra Lessons for the Mysterious) "Now then, it's time to finish off where we last left off!" Monokuma roared with a ferocity. The camera then began to zoom out of her face to give us a more panoramic view of where she was. It was bad to look. She had been bound to a desk with iron chain and the desk had been bolted to a conveyor belt. That conveyor belt led to a giant garbage compactor going up and down, up and down, up and... down... this wasn't good. The conveyor belt began to move, the bolted desk closer and closer to the compactor ever so slowly. So agonizingly slow. It wasn't a quick death you'd want to get over it. It was drawing out each moment of her life, giving her despair... I wanted to turn away but I couldn't because I had frozen completely. The worst part is that stupid bear was teaching her about sex ed. Not only did she have to suffer time but she also had to suffer from this annoying... toy thing- whatever word you wanted to use to objectify Monokuma, use it. We all stood in silence as the desk was finally under the compactor. I held my breath waiting for that compactor to finally bring it's weight down upon Kyoko Kirigiri... to end her life this time. And much to my dismay it did. However not once. Over and over and over and over again. It was sick, each time that sickening sound of being crushed reverberated throughout the room. That garbage compactor had now been stained with her blood and there was nothing we could've done to help her. To save her. We all kept watching until the video frizzed out and the lights came back on.

(Despair- A Hero's Cure) My face may now have a permanent shock to it now as I felt my jaw drop and my eyes go wide with terror. Was that... real?

"WHADDAFUCK!?" Shinju shouted, her words and fear not cooperating very well together.

"A-AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Kohaku and Yoichi screamed at the top of their lungs.

"N-no way..." Chidori mumbled, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed to the ground.

"Chidori!" I cried, coming out of my daze and kneeling to her side. "Chidori...!" Tears were falling from her face as she began to tremble.

"S-she didn't have to die..." Chidori was trembling as she spoke. "S-she died... because of us... why...?" Was it really our fault? I know I should be angry at Monokuma for just killing someone who had done nothing wrong, but to tell the truth I was terrified. He just killed someone on the spot. He probably could do that to us if he wanted to. I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help it. I tried to blink my watery eyes away but that only worked against me as my tears fell. I felt someone put a hand on my back and when I looked up to see... it was Saburo. I looked back down at the trembling Chidori and we both let our tears fall. The air definitely hang heavy.

So this is despair. Not just any old feeling of darkness. This was probably the true depths of helplessness. No one could say anything, from shock I imagined. We all just witnessed someone die. But "he" did. "Whew, what a good warm up~!" He said in a cheery tone. "But I hope you know what this means..." He went on. "I'm deadly serious about my games."

With that, he and the cursed monitor vanished with a whir. I couldn't stop tears from falling. We were being forced to suspect each other because it was all our fault. He killed Kyoko because we refused to listen to him. I then began to wonder and fear who else he was holding hostage. And who was "Group A"? Did they have to go through what we did?

Students Remaining: (31)
Akiko S. - Ultimate ?
Hajime "Jay" Kazuki - Ultimate Luckster
Akemi Hanako - Ultimate Actress
Ryota Takao - Ultimate Sports Master
Akihiro Junichi - Ultimate Merchant
Shinju Suzu - Ultimate Instrumentalist
Destiny Kiro - Ultimate Vocalist
Kazuhiro Hisao - Ultimate Heir
Kohaku Mari - Ultimate Medium
Tatsuya Raiden - Ultimate Combatant
Chidori Yukimura - Ultimate Charisma
Hiroaki Hisashi - Ultimate Fanfic Author
Shin Yuzuki - Ultimate Artist
Chou Ayano - Ultimate Gamer
Amaya Chika - Ultimate Collector
Emiko Kamiko - Ultimate Fashionista
Masato Osamu - Ultimate Mathemitician
Yoichi Kunio - Ultimate Web Star
Juku Kunio - Ultimate Chef
Saburo Kunio - Ultimate ?
Natsuko Ren - Ultimate Traditional Dancer
Shigeo Kyou - Ultimate Connosseiur
Ikazuchi Michi - Ultimate Electrician
Miyako Usagi - Ultimate Hacker
Yukino Toshiko - Ultimate Doctor
Izanagi Katsu - Ultimate Gambler
Makoto Takeo - Ultimate Commander/Class President (If you want a better title)
Rei Naoko - Ultimate Student
Atsushi Tamuki - Ultimate Engineer
Hotaru Haruki - Ultimate Botanist
Yukio Yuudai - Ultimate Hero

Note: The deceased characters will have an "X" by their name if they're dead. Don't worry, the numbers will be trimmed soon. BWAHAHAHA!