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4 yrs ago
I'd think a professional would be a better place to voice your problems and vent for positive reactions, rather than the status bar of an RP forum. But that's just me.
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4 yrs ago
Respect isn't given, it is earned.
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6 yrs ago
Case closed (3)
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7 yrs ago
I hear french and all I can think about is "Omelette du fromage"
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8 yrs ago
[@neurovoid] That article looks incredibly biased for one agenda. There are various articles that list differences in neural wiring and anatomy. Not to mention hormones from gender-specific organs
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Something something... will write something here later.

Fun fact: I never did

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There is morbid curiosity, and there is this. Jesus people, why can't you just let others live? xD


well, that's what's neccessary to have Ariamis's big abuse rule to go into effect :D
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Well yeah, but the timing of new arrivals (if any) are never known in advance, right? There's always some random factor. And risk, of course, if you underestimate the victim's strength/cunning. khm Sayaka khm Ariamis' idea is interesting to theorise about, at least.

Because no one is going to actually kill anyone, right? We're all frieeends!


I guess, but there's also the challenge of killing everyone, while avoiding the sisters/the doctor from killing you :P

It is possible, but it sounds rather tricky :D
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I have an idea how these loopholes could be exploited, but since I'm not sure if this crosses Broken's discussion rules I'll keep it under a spoiler tag.



This is what the elevator is for though. New participants can just come in before the trial and get them found out ;)
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I was just mentioning that particular one because it no longer existed at the time of your posting. the rule now reads specifically that the nurses AND monokuma can't enter the rooms. I was just informing you that you might want to edit that part a little because it no longer reflects what is currently in the RP.

I know you wouldn't mock me. <3


I will edit it tomorrow when I'm not on my phone and ready to sleep :P
@Melo I ghost edited the rules earlier, and Monokuma can't enter your rooms either. The fact that it wasn't right the first time is on me.

Sorry Cyrus, I'll get a proper law firm to do this next time instead of relying on my own tired eyes.


Well, Dr rules always have loopholes simply for the sake of exploitation, which is the point Cyrus tried to make. I wasn't making a stab at you in any way, I hope you realise that. ^^

That said, it can be hard to see what is meant to be an intended and unintended loophole. (Think loaning vs borrowing of handbooks kind of loopholes) so I might put some to discussion if I find anything too silly.


Cyrus was in equal amounts interested and appalled by the theater therapy. There was no getting around it, they were stuck in a demented killing game. Caught by a stupid bear and his four horse riders. It was absolutely disgusting. There was no reason to be excited about being stuck in this hellhole. But since there was no getting around it, there was just one thing Cyrus could really do: Put his inner analysis machine to work. To process every word, every tone, every expression and every bit of information that came from the teddy bear. And through the cynical words of the bear and the sometimes worthless questions of the audience, gold was certainly struck.

He made a mental note of every detail of note. And while Monokuma’s answers didn’t provide any amazing discoveries, there were things to remember. They couldn’t get out without someone dying, but he never told them they had to be the ones to murder each other. Was there a possibility for outside interference? But at the same time he answered to Felix they would be stuck forever if they didn’t kill each other. Why did he need their trust? Yet, If he couldn’t lie, was there a way to reconcile the contradictions he had already found? Also, what was threatening to hit the world in a little while? And then there was the matter of this “killing game”, a reenactment of a game over a decade old… he needed a little more time to think about how to assemble various pieces there.

After receiving his E-handbook, the rules only added to his confusion. Maybe he should get one of the sisters or the good doctor himself to clarify a few of these rules later. But there were a few things he couldn’t ask. Such as, if the doctor could punish them himself as rule #3 states, why did he need nurses at all? If the nursing staff can not enter their rooms, can monokuma? If so, could monokuma simply attack them at any time in their rooms during the carnage hour? There were loopholes and uncertainties throughout the entire thing. Maybe the doctor could’ve hired someone with a good understanding of law to handle these rules next time. Cyrus offers quite fair rates.




Cyrus’s room indeed contained many items he had been missing dearly since his arrival. All his personal items except for his cellphone seemed to be here. Actually, maybe would’ve liked the peace and quiet away from his 24/7 ringing cellphone if this wasn’t a killing game. His room looked a lot like an office, as he had been working around the clock even when admitted.
Amongst the items he found was a notebook, that seemed to be the one he used in the hospital, which he tucked into his pocket. In addition, there was a large box with office supplies; pens, paperclips, a perforator and a stapler amongst other things… and more empty notebooks where his laptop had been. Naturally Cyrus wouldn’t have an item that could do something as detrimental as connect to the internet. Then there was a closet containing the clothes he had taken with him to the hospital (Which were only suits). Lastly, there was a bookcase containing many books on policy of all sorts: military health care, education, economy, culture, legal matters. Cyrus kept most of those around as reference material.

Besides the items he knew, there were two things he definitely did not own himself. He could feel anger gushing through him for a bit at the sight of the first one, and ignored it completely. Instead, he picked up the other item. If his knowledge served him well, this was supposed to be an orichalcum ingot. He too recalled what the doctor had told them about these, and he wanted nothing to do with it. But maybe these gifts would have their uses.

For now, maybe he just was going to explore their prison for a bit.
I'm here and interested. I just don't have a lot of time to dedicate to being active in the ooc. Work takes me most of my time, though I usually check the forum occasionally for updates (This i'm posting in my lunch break.) Besides my RPs and other hobbies, I have to divide my time very carefully. You can expect me to be active IC, but I can't regularly post ooc. I do guarantee I read everything im @mentioned in at the very least on the same day it is posted.
@BrokenPromise Rule 9 scares the heck out of me *hides in the corner*
I posted, though there wasn't that much to respond to besides witnessing the situation and answering Lawrence's question.

Location: Outdoor setting of a café in central Paris


As the Parisian streets met with Olivia’s feet, she was greeted with the sound of a shattering teacup. Olivia momentarily turned to the source and the then to the cause of this event. She had no intention of intervening, but she kept watching for a bit as the man looked like he was about to attack the child. Luckily the situation was quickly aided by what seemed to be the young girl’s father.

Noticing the peaceful resolution of the situation, Olivia turned around to return to her plan, until the father of the girl asked for her attention. If she had heard him correctly, his name was Lawrence. He had a slight foreign accent that she could not exactly place, though his French was definitely understandable. Olivia was quite tall for a woman, but quite easily dwarfed by this man. Something about his build, length and attire made him look somewhat intimidating, but that didn’t come across in his behaviour.

She looked at the man with a kind smile on her face, and answered in her fluent French. “Yes, what can I help you with?” She figured he would likely ask her the same thing as the man. As a doctor, helping other people was somewhat of a calling for her regardless of whether ir was related to health or not.

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