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	[color=magenta]”Oh yea, and that's Henry Masson, the five foot pianist. Yes, I did say that right, you pervs.”[/color] Monokuma sighed. [color=magenta]”Introducing you all is exausting. I'm going to go hibernate. Wake me up when they start killing, okay? But here, for those of you that don't already have them, here are your hand books.”[/color] and then the bear dropped into the floor.

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	At this point, Emily very badly wanted to just walk away from the whole scene. Calvin at least seemed a bit more relaxed. Well, as relaxed as one could be in this situation. [color=lightblue]”Sorry everyone, you just caught us at a bad time.”[/color] Emily did her best to smile. [color=lightblue]”I think most of us are going to head straight for bed, but for those of you who aren't tired, I'll brew us something to drink. Cyrus is pretty good at catching people up on the situation.”[/color] She placed a hand on her chest. [color=lightblue]”My name is Emily. I'm... A care taker.”[/color]

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	Bliss had gone straight to bed, but she wasn't able to sleep. She couldn't get her eyes closed. All the nanny was able to do was look at the ceiling and relive the trial in her mind, over and over again. 

	Someone used her to commit suicide.

	Someone used her to commit murder. 

	And this wasn't even the first time she had done something like this. Her brother, Mercy, and Felix. Bliss could see their shapes shifting in the darkness. She was sure they all wanted revenge, and she wouldn't close her eyes for even a second. That night.

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[center][color=Magenta][h1]CHAPTER 4: THE FOUNDING OF INFINITE TALENT[/h1][/color][/center]
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        Monokuma theater ti-yawwwwwwwwwn!

	Formulas are great aren't they? Without formulas, we wouldn't have the internet, electricity, clean water diapers, mood adjusting medication, guns, poison, war, and despair. 

	But sometimes formulas can be a bad thing. Like when you turn on the TV to watch your favorite shows. It's a great tool for writers because it lets them easily create new content. But for the viewers, it can come across as lazy and boring.

	Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned here. Maybe formulas don't benefit everyone. Mercy Evergreen, I wonder if your formula helped anyone...

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[color=lightblue]”This is going to be... My best breakfast ever!”[/color] Emily was making breakfast by herself in the kitchen. She wore a “kiss the cook” apron that was a bit small for her broad chest. Apparently Bliss didn't sleep too well, but reassured Emily that after she got a bit more sleep, she would like to make everyone lunch.  [color=lightblue]”The best breakfast that anyone has ever had!”[/color] She swayed her hips side to side as she turned over several slices of bacon. [color=lightblue]”Because Emily's gunna make it like everyone's momma makes it!”[/color] She flipped a pancake without looking at it. [color=lightblue]”Lots of love, lots of love!”[/color] Breakfast wasn't very hard to make, But Bliss was definitely better at prepping the kitchen to make everyone breakfast. The clock was ticking, and Emily only had a few plates of food ready. She doubted everyone would be hungry, but since the killing game had well over 20 people now, it was very likely that not everyone would be able to come and eat right away. At this rate, she wouldn't be done for another hour or so. [color=lightblue]”I've just gotta do what I can.”[/color] she whispered to herself.