"Wait, hold on. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Now things are getting tricky, aren't they? Y'know, that was pretty mean of you guys, right? This guy was supposed to live at LEAST until tonight. But... I guess I gotta play by the rules, right? Because, I mean, @
The King of Town is definitely
GUILTY. Surprised it took you that long to figure out, actually. The idiot was pretty blatant about it all.
Either way, guess I can't delay the inevitable. It's
punishment time!"
---
Upon hearing his verdict, the King of Town gulps. He turns to run towards House Bishop from the Fountain, and sprints upstairs to the Leader's Bureau, slamming the door behind him and tossing the desk in front of the door to block it off. He looks around the room, but quickly realizes the stupid fucking thing he just did: he's cornered now.
Unless... His eyes shoot over to the window, and relief spreads across his flabby face. Maybe he can escape over there? He runs over and tries to pull the window open, while out in the Hall of Swords, Monokuma is advancing with a can of gasoline. He approaches the door and begins to pour it underneath, before lighting up a match and igniting the pool.
As flames rush into the room, the King of Town finally gets the window open, and attempts to climb carefully down the back of the house. As he steps out the window though, his foot connects with ice where he was expecting a firm, grippable ledge. With a rather pathetic yell, he tumbles to the ground, landing with a heavy thud. Groaning, he tries to stand up, only to find Monokuma approaching, having caught up to him.
As the bear comes closer, The King backs away on the ground, until suddenly he is grabbed from behind by the neck of his the poncho Fink gave him, the direction of the woods. He turns around to see the red eyes of the Wendigo staring at him through its deer skull head. With its other hand, it raises an axe into the air, and cleaves the King in two. As the King's bottom half slumps to the ground, the Wendigo slices the King's dangling, exposed stomach open with a claw, and after fishing around, retrieves a large, black shard of crystal.
Its eyes flash red twice and it gives a jerky, mechanical nod in the direction of Monokuma before slipping away back into the woods, crystal in hand.
Monokuma shrugs, and hoists the King's remains into his arms, not noticing the purple keycard that falls from his pocket onto the ground outside. He places the King, and his Suspicious Sack into the oven, and sets it to CLEAN, reducing him and all his possessions to ash.
---
His role was the
Ultimate Fanfiction Writer
Well, Ultimate might be a bit of a misnomer. Actually, you’re more like the Bad Fanfiction Writer. Seriously, you blow. You can hardly go even a few words without making a typo, and your grammar is all over the place. Not to even mention your horrible dialogue and plot writing. Just genuinely awful stuff.
But… It might just come in handy. Once per night, you may pick another player. Their entire account will be written like a horrible typo-ridden fanfiction. You can also pick any character from media to make a cameo crossover appearance in the account, just to spice things up a bit.
You also start with a pen and notebook, if you want to do a bit of writing in your spare time, copy important documents, or take personal notes on stuff.
FORBIDDEN ACTION: You cannot spell any player’s name correctly in your witness account.
"Now, would you look at that! A real life
monster sighting! See? I bet you're all glad you came out here tonight. And would you look at that, you got the right killer, so tonight will be
just fine. Seems like everything's working out for everyone, huh?
I can't wait to see what happens next."
