I can probably start by announcing to you all what you know is already true.
Obviously the killer of @
sealelement was @
The Kindest Weapon, our other victim. I mean, c'mon, how many people saw it? Quite a few, if my count is right, and my count is ALWAYS right.
Buuuut, that leaves another unfortunate idiot staring down the gallows, doesn't it? Who killed the killer? According to you guys (but only barely!), the consensus is that it was @
Steve1989MREInfo, which is of course
INCORRECT!
Ol' Steve just wanted his MREs. Who are you lot to deny him that? Luckily, I hold no responsibility in what's about to happen, so I can live the rest of my days knowing that this man died because of YOU, and not the horrible execution I'm about to give him.
Let's all get ready, because it's punishment time!
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Steve finds himself thrown into the Luxury Bedroom, the door locking behind him. He sits in here for what feels like hours, time slowly ticking away. He's patient enough though, at least until the hunger pangs kick in. His stomach begins to growl, and he decides that this is finally his chance to fulfill his destiny.
He will find his MREs, and he will dine.
He looks under the bed, he roots through the wardrobe, and he even tries in vain to search the stuffing of the pillows, to no avail. Slowly, his eyes shift over to stare at the chest at the foot of the bed. He tries the lid, and finds that it's unlocked! He flings open the lid and gives a mighty shout of victory as he basks in the glow of what he finds inside: stacks and stacks of Meals, Ready to Eat.
He hungrily grabs one and begins to unwrap it, when a spring -loaded knife erupts from the packaging, stabbing him square in the chest. He falls backwards, a cry of pain echoing through the bedroom as he falls the ground. Monokuma unlocks the door, waddles up to Steve, grabs his camera, and gives the knife a brutal twist as he snaps a selfie with the agonized MRE enthusiast.
With a final spurt of blood from the wound, Steve's last breath leaves his lips.
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His role was the
Ultimate Photoshopper
Despite spending a lot of money on a digital arts degree, you haven’t had a lot of luck in the employment field, so when you were contracted to help do graphic design with a major media outlet, you jumped at the chance. After all, as the Ultimate Photoshopper, you deserve recognition for your craft.
Honestly, the degree was probably worth the money, considering it has bestowed upon you the power to modify any photograph or other picture just by looking at it, allowing you to distort, add to, and remove elements. You can’t outright swap a photo for another, but you can, for example, put someone into a photograph they were not originally in, or replace a person with another. This power does not, however, apply to video, which you don’t have any special powers or control over.
You do start with a digital camera, as well as a small mini-printer contained in a shoulder bag, but the camera is not capable of recording video, and you are not especially amazing at photography itself, so your images might not always be as clear as you want.
FORBIDDEN ACTION: You cannot use your power or add, remove, or modify text on an image.
...Don't worry, that's not actually what was in that chest. I had them swapped out, obviously. Why would I waste a perfectly good key under the mattress puzzle on a bunch of crappy military rations?
Speaking of puzzles though... I must say I'm most displeased with some of you on that front. Sitting on a bunch of journal entries... Y'know... I kinda want to read some of those myself! So, here's the deal!
Unless you reveal the journal entries in your possession for public viewing, your chance of death next night will double.
Sometimes it pays to be charitable! Puhuhuhu!
