#i guess now we can look forward to the great robotic dick riding that is going to develop from this

[jayktoralldaylong]

Hey, so you know how the whole Isha thing is the reflection of the last ember of Powder dying.

I just rewatched again and saw Viktor look shocked at all the hate he found in Jayce's eyes right before he shot him. Like the last embers of their partnership was dying too.

[thanksjro]

Last Stand of the Wreckers, Issue #5: I Sure Hope You Didn’t Go and Get Attached to Any of These Characters…

We ended on a cliffhanger last issue, so let’s see what the lads are up to now.

Hm. That’s not great.

Overlord’s just ripped Guzzle in half for the fun of it. If you’re wondering why everyone’s outside now, it’s because he exploded the torture chamber so hard when he came in, it no longer exists. Kup doesn’t appreciate having one half of the Big Gulp duo torn in two, so he goes in for the attack. This doesn’t work out very well for him, as he has his head crushed between Guzzle’s upper and lower halves. This whole situation is a non-issue for Overlord, and barely distracts him from his goal of having Megatron show up to kick his ass. Impactor tries to have a big hero moment by shooting Overlord in the eye with his harpoon hand-attachment. Again, very little effect on Overlord; it doesn’t even seem to register on the same level as getting a little soap in your eye.

Back over with Ironfist and the Big Conundrum, Verity’s arguing that killing Impactor will kill the Wreckers- as a team, not in the literal sense. However, time’s running out, and Perceptor really doesn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of not having Impactor around.

She gets smaller every issue, I swear.

Verity makes her case to Ironfist, trying to play off of his fanboy status; the Wreckers are a symbol of hope, one that Ironfist himself created with his datalogs as Fisitron. Killing Impactor to make things easier for themselves destroys the illusion of a cohesive unit who can always be counted on when the chips are down. Too bad ol�� Ironfist knows Things™, and it’s actually Perceptor who’s swayed by her argument, which is interesting, given that he was about to vote Impactor into an early grave a minute ago.

Perceptor wasn’t always the cool, efficient sniper we see him to be in Last Stand of the Wreckers. He used to be a regular old science nerd, and a relatively talkative one at that. He wasn’t really built for a four million year war.

Then all that talking got him shot and he was left for dead.

He made some changes after that, both in body and personality.

Could his own experience with being forsaken by his peers for his flaws perhaps be influencing him here? Or am I, a reader and giant dork, just trying to justify a very quick backtracking on the narrative’s part, most likely due to page number limitations?

So they decide to fight. Then Pyro suggests they run. The “they” in this case doesn’t include himself. You remember how Optimus Prime’s big character quirk in every continuity is self-sacrifice? Yeah, we’re hitting on THAT portion of Pyro’s hero worship. It’s not exactly what he was hoping for in death, but it’s what’s got to be done at this point.

The others run off, and Pyro shoots the control to the door, bracing for one hell of a fight.

Holy shit, I forgot they had Fort Max with them! That scared the crap outta me.

There’s one last look at our hero before we go, and it…

Well, it sure is something.

Yikes. That’s a series wrap on Pyro!

Now it’s time for us to learn about what really happened on Pova. Turns out the files Ironfist had access to weren’t exactly virginal.

First things first, it was raining, and Impactor is kind of a dick. I mean, we already kind of knew that from what we’ve seen of the guy in the present day story, but this little scene really takes the cake. Springer had to basically beg him to stay with him; none of that “I’m not leaving you behind” nonsense. And the whole “shoot Springer through the midsection” idea? That was all Impactor. Springer doesn’t have a way to dampen the pain the way Impactor suggests, and doesn’t even get a moment to brace himself as he’s blasted more or less in half.

When Springer regains consciousness, he’s treated to the sight of Impactor and Prowl having a little chat. It turns out there’s a problem, and that problem’s name is bureaucracy. Pova is a protected planet, declared off-limits by the Neutrality Agreement, so any Cybertronian war business is pretty much null and void there. The fact that the Wreckers are there at all could have disastrous repercussions if the Decepticons catch wind of this and tell the Povians. They’ll have to let Squadron X go.

But it looks like Prowl forgot that Impactor’s a bad boy who doesn’t play by your daddy’s rules.

He walks into where they’re holding Squadron X, chained together into a circle on their knees, with their arms pinned behind their backs, locks the door behind himself, and executes every last one of them as Springer bangs on the door trying to get him to stop. This, obviously, puts a bit of a damper on everyone’s mood.

Even Whirl’s bummed out, and you just know that guy loves a good ‘Con-killing spree.

I guess the moral of the story here is Impactor kinda sucks.

Speaking of Impactor, Overlord’s currently stomping him to death as he holds Springer by the face. It’s honestly almost tender, the delicate placement of his fingers. It also reminds you that Overlord is literally twice the size of Springer, who, as a triple-changer, should already be on the tall side. Overlord is a big dude.

Springer’s still doing okay, because he knows that even if he doesn’t make it, the rest of his team will, and they’ll save the day and get all those Autobot prisoners off Garrus-9.

Ha. Haha. Oh, Springer, you naïve fool. You forgot that this was hell, didn’t you? Overlord already took care of the Autobot prisoners.

Someone really took their gun to that hanging guy on the left and said “fuck this dude in particular.”

Then the calvary arrives! With guns! And art tangents!

Surely things are looking up now!

Ironfist throws Springer a gun that’s about as big as he is- where did he get that?- and Springer proceeds to light Overlord the fuck up.

You don’t get the B-word pass at IDW unless you’ve already had your series truncated and the entire universe is about to get ended for a reboot. That’s just how it goes.

Of course, even the big boy gun isn’t enough to do much to Overlord outside of annoy him, and Springer gets his face ripped off for his troubles.

Now it’s just Ironfist and Verity left, and Overlord is very much looking forward to doing very bad things to both of them. Ironfist has a gambit though! That gun Springer had was actually firing deterrence chips into Overlord’s body, and now he’s just chock-full of the things. And since Ironfist has all of Aequitas in his head now- including the detonation codes- he can do this:

He blew Overlord’s lips clean off! The evil truly is defeated.

However, using this newfound power has costs- Ironfist is knocked clean out by a sudden pain in his head, eyes flaring and fizzing as he hits the ground, leaving Verity alone with Overlord’s flaming, animated endoskeleton.

Yeah no, he’s still not dead, and he’s still not fucking over Megatron, lamenting on how he just isn’t sure how he’ll fight him, now that he’s little more than robot bones. Verity has to be the one to break it to the guy that Megatron’s dead, and Overlord takes it about as well as he can.

I’m sorry Overlord, but at what friggin’ point were you promised ANYTHING from Megatron “Peace Through Tyranny” of Tarn? You were threatened, but that’s a little different than a vow to get revenge. Hell, that’s not even on the same level as as pinky-promise. What a baby.

Impactor ends the pity party by shooting Overlord with his alt-mode’s weaponry and then does a little something for Springer… by not ending Overlord. Nope, looks like the death of Springer finally let him see the error of his ways, and they’re going to bring Overlord in to stand trial, because while the guy deserves to die, Impactor doesn’t deserve to kill him. Maybe if more Transformers took this little idea to heart, they wouldn’t still be at war four million years and counting.

Impactor goes to radio for a ride, and Ironfist wakes up. It looks like everything’s going to be okay now.

Or not.

Yep, those weird brain-seeking bullets Ironfist had loaded into all the guns he brought on the trip were perfected after a disastrous prototype testing accident. THE accident, if you will. Prowl knew about this, and used it to his advantage, throwing Ironfist on the mission, with the intent that he’d be used to unlock Aequitas. Topspin, of course, caused the plan to change a bit, but it all worked out in the end.

Also, Springer isn’t dead. He’s pretty messed up, but he’s not dead. They’ve got Ratchet on it, it’ll be fine.

And thus we arrive at the debriefing, between Prowl and Ultra Magnus. Magnus is questioning just why Prowl had this mission sanctioned in the first place, if he was so very against the Aequitas trials while they were happening. The answer is simple: propaganda. If the Decepticons were to find out that the trials involved nothing but Autobot war crimes, and lots of ‘em, it would be the ultimate blow to the Autobot forces.

Ultra Magnus thinks that they should go public with the information, but Prowl disagrees. The only copy of Aequitas is left with Prowl, and while Ultra Magnus would like to trust that he wouldn’t destroy this info, the end result is left a mystery.

But you’ll have to read the sequel series to see just how that all turns out.

If Ironfist is dead, just who is writing up this narrative framing device for the issue? Why, it’s none other than Verity Carlo, using the power of the internet. I guess she has access to the Cybertronian internet now. Wonder who hooked her up with that. Probably not Ultra Magnus. Maybe Percy did her a solid as a thanks for surgically removing Overlord’s will to live.

Whether you want it to or not, I suppose.

This miniseries is a little dark, ain’t it?

Verity went to all the trouble to leave Earth and hide in the escape pods so she wouldn’t be abandoned, only to end up right where she started, with a heaping spoonful of PTSD to pair off with all the disappointment and lack of friends in her life. She watched a lot of people die on Garrus-9, and she’s in no way battle-hardened like one could argue the other surviving Wreckers are. All she has at this point is a blog she inherited from a nerd who accidentally committed a slow-burn suicide. I hope Perceptor will keep in touch with her, at least, seeing as he’s the only one who was also there and isn’t dead.

That’s the end of the miniseries proper, but not the entirety of the story. Up next, we’ll be looking at all the fun little extras Last Stand of the Wreckers came with.

[tokyotheglaive]

my buddy my pal. i'm sorry to bug you but i'm having a v difficult night and i understand you're looking for prompts. can i trouble you for a robot fluff if you've got it in you? as many or few children as you'd like to include. just something fluffy. thanks

@cosleia who requested Kipper at the beach ages and ages ago. At the time I couldn’t come up with anything that wasn’t the absolute angstiest of the angst, but this did the trick.)

“So,” Nico said, sipping something violently pink as he leaned against the wooden railing.

So. A loaded word. Matt watched him out of the corner of his eye, fighting the instinct to shy away. Nico was standing too close, and it was hot in the heat of the sun. Ahead of the pair of them, the beach extended out to the ocean, where good-sized waves rolled and swayed. Matt might have thought they indicated a storm if the sky hadn’t been perfectly clear. Their beach day was safe from inclement weather.

He could see Kipper down by the shore, dancing and swinging his arms merrily in the spray. He’d gone in much deeper earlier, and Linus had nearly thrown himself into the water after him, terrified that he’d drown.

Matt could see Linus, too, lounging under a beach umbrella, slathered with sunscreen and miserable in the heat. Getting Linus to come with them had been no small miracle, one of those things that only Kipper could rightly pull off. Try though Linus did to put on a sour face, in these moments when he thought no one was looking, he seemed relaxed, even happy. Matt hadn’t seen him this pleased or loose-limbed in quite some time.

Nico was waiting for him. Matt was stalling.

“So,” he said finally.

Nico took another long sip of his drink. Matt didn’t think it was alcoholic, but then again, maybe it was. It was certainly sweet. Matt could smell the sugar almost as clearly as he could hear the clink of the ice.

“Have you ever been to the beach before?” Nico asked.

Matt frowned as he looked back to the shoreline. There was Kipper. Matt was worried to look away from him. For some reason, Nico seemed to be deliberately not looking, and that was all the more worrisome.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “Years ago. We’d come down in the spring.”

Nico nodded and said, “Water’s cold then.”

“Yeah,” Matt said again. “It was. Everything’d be closed and you’d get those odd squalls but we swam anyway.” He pushed back from the railing, intending to escape wherever this conversation was going. He’d go to Linus—he should have stayed with Linus, but Linus had told him to quit bothering him and go for a walk, and he had even though he’d known that it was Linus’ attempt to keep Matt from sticking by his side for the duration of the trip. He was always worried Matt would feel obligated to stay, as if he would suddenly stop wanting to.

“Matt,” Nico said, voice stern. “I need to talk to you.”

Damn. There went his escape plan.

“Yeah?” Matt asked.

Nico shifted his weight, his joints creaking. Matt instinctively glanced around them, but no one paid them the slightest bit of attention. That was the beauty of a crowd; no one looked too hard, and no one asked any questions. The most attention they’d got was from a six-year-old kid who’d fallen in love with Kipper’s hair shortly after they arrived. Kipper had played with the kid for over an hour before the child’s parents decided it was time for ice cream, and perhaps another drink.

“It’s about Kipper.”

Linus wasn’t looking for Matt. He wasn’t. Matt had gone for a walk, just like Linus had asked him to do. He was going for a walk, and then he was going to come back.

Linus sank his toes into the sand and breathed deeply. He—he didn’t believe what he was thinking, but he did, and wasn’t that strange? He felt good. Matt could not come back—there was the possibility—but was it really a possibility? Would he really just leave? Linus wasn’t worth coming back to, but would that be enough to keep Matt away?

He wanted to laugh, or maybe get himself checked out for sunstroke. Instead, he continued to lay under the umbrella, lazily scanning the beach. He could see Kipper, which helped, and Kipper looked happy, which helped more. After the incident earlier where Kipper nearly drowned, Linus insisted he stay closer to the shore, and Kipper seemed to agree. Linus liked when things went his way. For a day he hadn’t planned on having, today was working out remarkably in his favor.

He sipped at his water bottle—brought from home, packed by Matt before Linus even had to ask—and lay his head back. It was blessedly warm, even under the umbrella, and while no part of him stuck out, he imagined he could feel the sun on him, warming him from the inside out. He didn’t know how he’d write about this on his blog—his few followers might think that he’d gotten himself a ghostwriter.

Let them, he thought. He was having a good day. When was the last time that had happened by itself, without Matt to orchestrate it?

(Or Kipper, he admitted. Kipper was oddly good at that, and getting better every day.)

The crash of the waves against the beach lulled him, and against all odds, Linus thought he might fall asleep. He fought it, if only because he wanted to be awake when Matt returned, or if Kipper ventured farther into the water than was safe for his level of swimming expertise.

Maybe Linus could teach him. It had been years, but something was better than nothing, right? Linus could teach him how to float, at least. Humans were good at that sort of thing, and he vaguely remembered something about not being able to unlearn things like that. Maybe that was just bicycles, but Linus had never learned how to ride one in the first place.

Crash and recede, crash and recede… The sea drew itself up and forward and back in a constant cycle, and Linus’ thoughts were rising and falling to match it. Don’t sleep, sleep, don’t sleep, sleep…

A curse followed by a thud startled him, and Linus’ eyes swept open. Matt now sat beside him, a scowl on his face as he glanced over his shoulder to the boardwalk.

“What happened?” Linus demanded, good mood evaporating.

Matt’s gaze snapped to him, and his scowl softened until it disappeared entirely.

“Nicholas Finch,” Matt said, straightening out a towel so he could lay beside Linus, “is a dick.”

Linus could only stare. Matt, calling someone…?

“I told him,” Matt said, “I told him, he’s got to stop fixating on this, but he’s had one too many I guess and he just wouldn’t stop.”

“What did he do?” Linus asked, shaking with fear and rage and what had Nicholas said to Matt to make him this upset?

“He’s afraid for Kipper,” Matt said, running a hand through his hair. “He thinks that he’s not good for him, that he’s going to do damage. He asked if we’d look after Kipper when he’s gone.”

Linus could only stare for a moment. The reaction that belatedly followed was hardly appropriate: he began to laugh.

“What?” Matt asked.

“I thought,” Linus spluttered, “I thought—he didn’t—”

Matt looked horribly confused, and if Linus could stop laughing, he’d be able to explain. Slowly, he began to pull himself together.

“Are you feeling all right?” Matt asked, reaching out. He stopped short, and Linus took his hand.

“Wonderful. Superlative,” Linus said. “This was a great idea.”

“I’ll tell Kipper,” Matt said uncertainly.

“I’ll tell him myself. I’m just glad, that’s all.” Matt was clearly waiting for an explanation, and Linus took in a deep breath to displace the rest of the laughter from his lungs. “I thought he was hitting on you,” Linus said. “I thought you were going to tell me that he didn’t take no for an answer.”

Matt’s eyes were wide as saucers. “He—no, no, not at all,” he said. Linus watched as Matt moved closer so that they were hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. Linus nudged him to tell him it was okay.

“What did you tell him?” Linus asked.

“Hm?”

“About Kipper,” Linus said.

“I told him he was being an ass,” Matt said.

“Those exact words?”

“No, but under no uncertain terms.”

Linus exhaled.

“I know how he feels,” he said.

“You—what?”

Linus frowned and sat up. “I feel like I’m using you, half the time,” he said. “You—you came back. You always come back.”

“Of course. I love you,” Matt said. “You come back to the people you love.”

“I knew you’d come back today,” Linus admitted, “and I thought—I thought maybe that was bad.”

“That I’d come back?” Matt asked, voice neutral—careful, Linus thought. Matt was always so careful.

“No, that I expected you to,” Linus said. “I felt good in the certainty that you would but I was afraid that meant that I’d finally finished the act—tricking you and tricking myself.”

“You haven’t tricked anyone,” Matt said. “I love you as you, in spite of nothing and because of everything. You are…” he looked up and down, then said, “you are perfect to me.”

Linus smiled.

“Kipper would say the same about Nicholas, don’t you think?” he said. Matt didn’t respond. Kipper was making his way up the beach, now, looking for their umbrella. He had a bunch of shells in his arms and sand all over his legs and he looked fit to combust with joy. “Is that love, or have we programmed you to give us that response?”

“No,” Matt said. “You haven’t.”

Linus shrugged. “There’s no way for us to know,” he said, “Nicholas and I. We’re damaged people with perfect partners. It doesn’t seem real.”

“You’re not damaged.”

Linus frowned. Kipper was drawing closer.

“Nicholas is, though,” he murmured. Matt squeezed his hand.

“I’m not going to let him run away from Kipper, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Matt said.

“I’m not,” Linus replied. “Kipper’s far more possessive than I am. He’d follow Nicholas to the ends of the earth of that’s what it took.”

Matt squeezed back, unable to say anything else as Kipper drew up, eyes bright.

“Look!” he squealed, just a little too loud. “They’re all so pretty!”

[bluekitsune]

late NDRV3 Chapter 5 impressions

Ok So Momota is being a massive fucking prick right off the bat. Like “Oh well I guess we did survive because you revealed the truth but I’m still gonna give you the cold shoulder because you were supposed to be on my side not on Ouma’s even if looking away would’ve killed us all ANYWAY”

IS...... the school....... is this a rocket......... are you fucking kidding me? Please let me be wrong

Are they in space? Did I stumble into another 999 bullshit??????

They’re obviously going to turn out being the Golsomething plan people (or not) and they were there to make sure it succeeded. Now I’m thinking. If there’s some bullshit of Despair going on again, could the Mastermind have created the meteor shower?

Noooooooooooooo thay compressor is a complete and total death flag on Kibo NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Plot Twist: Kibo has a Naegi alter ego inside him??????? That’s what I’m leaning into believing at this point

I’m gonna be so sad when he dies :C I don’t even have hope anymore tbh

Ouma pulling some Komaeda bullshit. But TBH I’ll stick with Komaeda any time. Even his despair bullshit is a lot better than Ouma’s bullshit

Magical Girl Hammers huh

Oh my god. Ok so THAT’s what was in Amami’s BG.

Ouma is like a collage of all the Mastermind theories and Monokuma gijinkas I’ve laid my fucking eyes on,down to the black and white scheme. but somehow eGdiEr wow. Idk I just wanna rip that scarf off and choke him.  It’s so easy to fall on the hate or love with this kind of character. I mean, Shinguuji was very childishly delusional but I’d still stick with him. Or something. I’m very confused

How out of options where these guys? A Robot? Seriously? If you need to repopulate why would you count him as a human????? No healer in the crew? Are you guys fucking stupid? Send a sick half baked astronaut along? Fucking dicks. This is the worst “Seeds of Humanity” bullshit I’ve seen and I’ve read a lot of shitty things

Ok so does Kibo breathe? If Kibo didn’t breathe he could hypothetically scout the outside and come back with information. If there really is a way to revive the students, then they should be able to get everyone back and have Iruma make shit to help the outside, just like Towa city.

:C I hope the SDR2 crew is ok probably not . Just imagine Hajizuru and Ko and Gundam and Sonia fine aged like wine damn

Ok, this can’t be the entire twist; There’s no way they’re just handing it down so easily no matter how shitposty this is.  So Ouma could have either KILLED the mastermind and hijacked the whole thing, or he could be going along with another “suggestion”. Or the simplier option, he just found the remote control laying around the Mecha’s room.

He would be the obvious “traitor” and idrk where this is going

MMMMmmmm Is there going to be 6 chapters like the tradition? I don’T KNOW GOD

AH THERE IT GOES. I knew it couldn’t be separate from the other games >:C Is the voice insde Kibo Chiaki? I’m going nuts trying to resolve what is it

Lack of options is because of Space Aids aka Radical 6 huh. Wow... An assassin, an evil leader........ does Kibougamine ever do psychiatric checks before admitting students tho? C’mon Naegi you should’ve learned this far in

NGL I think Momota is gonna be dead, either in a pool of blood or something else. I really like how the group is going now. >C I don’t want anyone else to die goddingit

Really looking forwards to Spoiler-chan

Kibo maybe you shouldn’t be around the Electric bomb you DIPSHIT

SHIT MAN. Not even glanced at the crime scene and it’s already like one of those extreme bullshit cases from Ace Attorney. 

???, aka Amami’s talent, was finally murdered after he fleed his owner. RIP, Amami’s talent, Anon-kun

Maki is already jumping into concluding the body is Momota without a shred of grief? I don’t buy it. She knows something. Also, is this going to be a death caused by illness at last?????? Cuz the compressor wouldn’t trigger if it detected living organic matter amirite

Hmm So Yumeno sneaked Momota the crossbow and the bottles? Was Momota trying to question Ouma to find out if he’s really the Mastermind? The translator is a little unsure of the bottle title so I’m not sure what it actually is

Is it poison or some truth serum? HM the clothes are really weird. Kibo shoving his hand on toilets just like James huuhhhhhhh

Maki used her hammer early to let Monokuma go from the Mechas that were stopping him but why? Is the Mastermind going to be knotted into this mess again? That’s a load of crap man

I really don’t know what to expect

OK SO STOP with the voices WHICH ONE IS IT. This mecha bullshit needs to stop Why is Momota pretending to be Ouma? They can’t be riding on the same thing. But caught off guard the voice goes back to Momota’s

How can he mimic Ouma’s speech like that? This is some grade A bullshit (it’s probably the Mecha but IDK still pointless bullshit)

It’s wayyyy too early in the trial for Yumeno to be the real culprit. It’s more likely she had handed the crossbow to Momota. Also everyone is overlooking Ouma’s clothes had a shot right on the back, if you survive that shit you’re gonna be paralised;   Eguisu Ouma hasn’t laughed “nishishi” even once. That’s a stupid reason but it’s what leads me to believe its not him hah.......

Also how far into the trial is someone gonna be like WELL The arrow hole just magically appeared into the video. You kids suck. YOU SUCK. Hinata was much smarter than you detective wtf. so much bullshit. If you PAUSE. YOU PAUSE. DONT NEED EDITING BITCHES?????

If they wanna shitpost to the extreme it’s gonna turn out both Momota AND Ouma are alive Lmao

Both the injuries with the arrows could be fabricated later. If Momota died of sickness that could be post mortem. 

I’m so tired of this switching bullshit just get it straight out omg

Wait, with Maki’s addition we still don’t know where the third arrow hit. First was on Ouma’s arm shot by Momota, second was her trying to kill him ???? And Momota jumped in front of it. Unless I’m confused. The cutscene didn’t have Ouma with the second shot on his back 

So I’m holding back on my bets

The Remote is such an unfair advantage. Couldn’t he have cheated on practically everything? Unloick the shit out of the entire school’s cardkey or not and so on

If they were going for maximum tearjerker, they’d have Ouma let Kaito die with her poison and her be executed. If they’re going for lawful good, they’d have Ouma kill Kaito and be executed. But these are too obvious. There’s also the possibility Kaito drank more poison himself so he’d die by his own hand, like Sakura

NOT THE CORPSE BULLSHIT AGAIN.

Oh man ok so Ouma was scheming for this goal? That’s way nuttier than Ko. Turn himself into a symbol for them all to hate to draw them into his goal. Then kidnap and get Momota away to force him to cooperate...........?

Idk how to feel. Purple boy was the ultimate twink (also he and Kato sharing some colors was probably intentional?)

I see what they’re aiming for, Momota to be the “true” counterpart of the “Lie” ouma, but it’s early to know how I feel about it.I’m glad Ouma wasn’t the Mastermind. He was truly a great, complex character. Not one of my favorites, but still very hard to like, and hard to read. 

:C So all of Momota’s similarities with Jin were for this paralel huh. It’s sad but it’s better than dying through the execution. He looked so peaceful. Also the first time someone frustrates the plan to the end.

Junko????? Again wow who’s surprised amirite. At this point I’m not gonna be surprised if they have clones of everyone statched away somewhere. That’s why they keep fretting on “having fun again” and “lives with real (unique) meaning)?”

OH NO KIBO NO Is he berserk? HE WAS TRANSMITTING TO NAEGI WASNT HE

NO.......... NO...................... LET THE ROBOT BE........... LEAVE THE ROBOT ALONE......... (he looks so cool BUT LEAVE HIM ALONE LET HIM LIVE)

Where is my Spoiler-chan??????? 

I keep thinking about Jabberwock Island. I keep thinking about them building a shelter.. If they get past the Meteors, Tsumiki can create vaccines. Souda can make air purifiers. Hajizuru can do pretty much fuckall. :C I want to see them live through armagedon >CCCCCCC