#im so unnormal about this game

[strayaffections]

psych eval

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

she red on my dead until i redemption or smth like that i havent finished the game

[lillylefse]

The random color palette challenge (feat. Akane from Zero Escape bc im unnormal about that game)! Inspired by that one video by Drawfee Show on youtube :3

The basic premise is that you randomly generate 5 colors and can only use those. I allowed myself to change the values/saturation, but not the hue itself. Given my art style (and the rules established by the original), I allowed myself to blend those 5 colors, but I wasn’t allowed to actually adjust the blended colors themselves, and had to use the original 5 colors to adjust the blends (much like how it works with traditional painting). I also didn’t allow myself to use any special layers/filters, so I made some extras for fun to compare how it would’ve come out if I allowed myself to use filters + adjust the colors :D

[quzen]

SDJFJS Its a Project Moon game where all the characters are based on Literature Gregor obviously being from Metamorphosis Its set in Project Moons own universe but they reference the original sources often

i see gregor mentioned on feed and i think Oh! Limbus Company love my lil bug armed guy but no its about the literature hes based on

i feel stupid

[starrr-cringee]

so i was queuing up solo in knockout(as brock) and

a mortis and colt! how wonderful, as usual i screenshot this because im unnormal about coltis but....

THEY HIT PLAY AGAIN??! INSTA PLAY AGAIN?? AFTER WE LOST?? based, but IT DOESN'T STOP HERE OH NO

they did they thing.......they used they valentine spray......they even made an attempt to connect it.....(i was so flabbergasted by it you can see the volume tab in the screenshot LOL)

and after like 4 games WE WON!

so that my story where i found the canon incarnations on colt and mortis (IN RAMADAN #NOTCLICKBAIT)

[roshield]

NAME / ALIAS: seren AGE / AGE GROUP: just turned 29! PRONOUNS: they / them TIMEZONE: est WHERE ARE YOU FROM?: in the state of delusion or something idk CHARACTERS IN THE GROUP:

clive rosfield ( ffxvi )

A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF:

hihi! i'm seren and i'm kind of dumb LMAO. i'm rly bad with intros! i've been rping for several years now, starting allll the way back on neopets and i've been in isola since the start of its creation back in 2018??? yeah. ummm my sleep schedule is fucked up and mostly everything is fucked up due too my work schedule so bear with me if i disappear for like a week. i'm a huge final fantasy fan, obv!! i play ffxiv a lot ( i love my catgirl... ) and that game and ffxvi basically changed the chemicals in my brain and now im even more unnormal. aside from that i've got other interests, mostly gaming but i like to write and draw! and sleep... i like making friends so feel free to follow me over at my twitter! it's mostly rts with occasional brainless posting from me but its the best way to get in touch with me!

[umbreoncomplex]

AWWW. AWW. why do i feel unnormal about hal saying happy birthday..sorry. thats so sweet to me even if im pretty sure hes evil. whatever . OHHH he's playing games with them <3 awww

[duckduckhjonk]

poor old man indeed :{

I know nothing about Ingo and Emmet but those dramatic silly fancy men are on the shelf already

[screechingsandwichhologram]

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🎻 - what song are you repeating lately?

i haven't been listening to hamilton specifically lately but say no to this has been coming up on my regular playlist very often so. jasmine's voice >>>

🪶 - what's your favorite line from hamilton?

ohhhhh my god it's the macbeth line it's soo good i am sooooo unnormal about that line

"they think me macbeth" - take a break

OHHH MY GODDD ALEXANDER !!! im succhhh a sucker for meta foreshadowing and this caters to theatre superstitions which is soo fun oh my gooddddd. the fact that he says it and then immediately everything goes wrong, but ALSO bc he's technically safe bc he's saying the name of the person not the play itself and therefore it is his fault and not superstition it's soo smart and soo good

ask game

[mec-v02]

actually. im not gonna be normal about cassette beasts

i ramble about what happens if i got transported to new wirral lmao

you know that one post that occasionally comes up on dashes: "you get transported to the last game you played. how screwed are you?"

if i was the protag of cassette beasts?

i would genuinely be puking and crying. like the first time transforming can actually make people sick too, it literally says in the game but theres more reason to it

because in cassette beasts, you collect beasts but not in a traditional way where you can send them out to fight for you. no

no you record them in cassettes and transform into them when you listen to the cassette. you dont get silly guys to send out. youre fighting for your literal life when you transform into the monsters in your cassettes

and then the cassettes can BREAK if you take too much damage while in monster form. and when they break YOU take the damage

holy moly i would be GENUINELY be so so sick and sobbing so much. i am a weak person

and like theoretically its on my shoulders to find the way out because some archangel entrusted me to do it-

I WOULD BE PUKING AND CRYING AFTER MY FIRST ARCHANGEL ENCOUNTER-

i dont even know if i would realistically have the willpower to

like i would probably DIE. you have to fight more archangels to even figure out the cryptic song she gives you, i think i would DIE !!!!!!

i would be crying in bed in the little home i was given and having the most upsetting episodes before i get up and go back at it because she put the responsibility on me

but if i wasnt the protag and i didnt die. i would 100% be one of the residents. and still be incredibly sad because i miss all my loved ones in my original world kasjdfsskjd

OH MY GOD HONESTLY I DONT THINK I WOULD SURVIVE. I GOTTA DEAL WITH THE SADNESS OF NOT SEEING MY LOVED ONES FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG AND I GOTTA DEAL WITH THIS WORLD AND ITS WEIRD ASS PHENOMENONS AND IT HURTS SO SO MUCH AND IT SUCKS

the people of new wirral are not finding a way out !!!!! they gotta find a new protag !!!!!!!!

and if they/i did find a way out????????????? if i made friends there now i gotta say bye to them!!!!! thats fucked up! i'd be fucked up! again! fucked up when i got transported to new wirral, gonna be fucked up again when i gotta leave it!!

(some of the dialogue for the partners saying goodbye if you have a romantic relationship with them also makes me sad btw)

(tragic/bittersweet relationships in general make me so so sad)

at least i'd get a free dog out of it (whose side plotline is also sad btw)

i think i ran out of thoughts for now

anyways cassette beasts' story has me UNnormal and i think its a great game and more people should play it

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

I wish I could talk about my interestsss

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

ty for tagging me !!!!

Last Song: Enjoy the silence by Depeche Mode (not actually a song from My playlists by my gfs playlist for me <33 :))

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savory i think <3

Last Movie: uhhh the ballad of songbirds and snakes (i did not finish it yet lol </3)

Last Show: The Grotto !! it has been my on loop show for like the past couple weeks im a bit unnormal about matt and emily <3

Last Game: stardew valley !!!! just played multi player with my cousin yippee yay <33

Last Search: how to move a chest in stardew valley (i was Struggling yall askdljads;lkjads)

Current Obsession(s): THE GROTTO <33 also WOE.BEGONE <3 (i feel like im missing something.. im so tired akdsljasd </3)

anyways no pressure tags <3 @screechingsandwichhologram @twinksintrees @multiple-eyes36 @coyotevallie @driftwooddestiel and anyone else who wants to join <33

@homunculusforhire tagged me soooo kindly in a tag game, a lucky little monday treat for me. Anyways... here's these fun fact about me

Last Song: Wilderness - WOE.BEGONE (all I've been doing is thinking about W.BG)

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Savoury! I'd say spicy but my body doesn't like it as much as I do

Last Movie: American Ultra? I think? have I not watched another movie since my birthday

Last Show: Silo (It's based on the series by Hugh Howey - I'd read the first book a while ago and I think the show really did it justice)

Last Game: Dead by Daylight

Last Google Search: "Woe.Begone Transcripts"

Current Obsession: It's W.BG (shocked?)

If you'd like to join in I nominate @moookar and @birthdaypigeon ooor anyone else who sees this and wants to join :)

[adamgameing]

i hate having to pretend to be normal about some things. why cant i be honest that i DO like some things an abnormal amount and thats ok like???

[rt-lots]

DO YOU HAVE A FAVOURITE POKEMON MINE IS TYRANITAR!!!!!!!!!! i love raising them from a teensy little larvitar to A GIANT GODZILLA REFERENCE yes it takes AGES but its worth it to understand the love a parent can feel for their child

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY I DO my favorite pokemon is azumarill!!! my first pokemon game was pokemon x after i stole it from my dad (my animal crossing save file was stolen from my mom too lol) i found this level six azurill and caught her not thinking anything of it. WELL this azurill would turn out to be my most used pokemon ever... and she evolved into azumarill!! shes level 97 last i checked and absolutely carried my team thru the elite 4 or whatever pokemon x had.

i love azumarill so so much i have two little plushies of it and one big plushie of marill and when i learn how to sew im gonna make a huge azumarill plushie bc i love it so much. i got pokemon unite just to play as azumarill. i bought 20 dollars worth of stupid in game currency to get its only hologear. one time my dad picked me up a pack of pokemon cards for fun and i got a shiny azumarill card... its the only shiny i have ever. i looked up the tag azumarill on toyhouse and favorited every character.... i am so unnormal about this water rabbit thank you so much for asking

i made a drawing of me and my pokesona

thank you for this ask i love azumarill

[megastarstriker]

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Contains: FLUFF AND ANGST

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Nikki Sixx x Asperger’s! Female Reader

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩:

Summary: (Y/N) a 13 year old girl goes to her first day in high school. Despite the hard attempts and making friends because of her socially awkwardness she finds herself distracted by a certain boy in her class. (Note: This isn’t made for discrimination or stereotypes to people who go through anxiety, depression or have autism. This is all real stuff and written for the sake of notice and to betaken seriously. I won’t be portraying any kind of offensive or critical stereotypes nor will ever in this one-shot. This was based on personal experience and point of view. IF YOU ARE DEALING WITH ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION AND ARE TRIGGERED BY THESE SAME THEMES. PLEASE DO NOT READ FOR YOUR OWN SAKE. AND IF YOU ARE SUFFERING FROM EITHER ONE, PLEASE FIND SUPPORT OR HELP, WE ARE ALL HERE FOR YOU EVEN IF YOU DONT THINK SO WE ARE. WE WILL HELP YOU GET THROUGH IT, AND IN THE END IT WILL HELP YOU ALOT💕 )

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“Mommy, what if the other kids don’t like me or hate me.....”, I managed to utter out as I looked at her through a glimpse as I looked down at my shoes, while sitting on the stool near the counter. 

“Oh Honey, don’t say that, you know that’s not true.”, Mom said in a cheery voice as she was working on breakfast listening to me as she did,” Some of those kids will like you. Might even want to be your friend.”

I looked up at my mom only glancing at her back as she was stirring the ingredients in a bowl, my attitude and mood not changing from its gloom state as I heard those positive words, as it should.’ Is she only saying that to make me feel better?’ I thought in my head as I felt a bit angry at the thought, a bit happy too that she cared, though it didn’t change my idea of it nonetheless. 

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“They think I’m a freak and a monster.....”, I said suddenly without emotion my voice breaking a bit as I felt tears building up a bit on my eyes at the idea of it, trying my best not let them crawl and trace down my cheeks as I didn’t want her to see me cry.

My mom then turned around from what she was doing in the kitchen towards me her eyes widening at what I said, almost dropping the pan she was holding that held a small stack of pancakes, as she heard those sharp and painful words out of my mouth. She gulped slightly making me quirk an eyebrow, waiting for a response and obviously worried and confused for her silence, feeling insecure as I awaited her answer. She then put the pan down and walked towards me kneeling down unto my level as I tried my best to dry roughly at the tears. Only for her to gently push them away from my face and take her soft and delicate hands and brush the tears away with her fingertips as she grabbed my face gingerly, her eyes filled with concern as she did.

“You are not a freak or a monster....Ok. and definitely not a monster.”, My mom corrected me sincerely as she said in a whispering tone to me letting her forehead connect with mine as her gaze met mine.” You are just different from the rest of the other kids.”

“You are special.”, She said as she kissed my forehead, embracing me as she did, returning the hug it a few moments later as I registered the action in my brain. Letting my arms wrap around her for warmth and comfort, as I left the few remaining tears drop unto her clothed shoulder, cursing myself for it.

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“Yeah Right.”, I muttered under my breath sarcastically as I replayed the events from this morning. Holding a pen and flicking it repeatedly, as I felt my anxious state grow with every step I took towards what was now called my school, trying to take my stress away roughly at the writing utensil gripped tightly at my hand as I repeated the process. This was a soothing technique for me for whenever I felt overly stressed or anxious in a situation. Despite the annoying sound it would do, I couldn’t help but feel calm and relief wash over me as I felt the tensing energy leave my body, easing my breathing, nerves, and muscles. I then stopped as I calmed down putting the pen on my pocket as I released a sigh, gripping my bag tightly.

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This wasn’t the first time my mother has said or used the word special in those exact occasions. To be honest there was nothing special about me. This wasn’t my first school that I was attending either. I’ve been to many, and seen many faces from kids my age and younger to teachers and parents. Despite their differences they have one thing in common when it came to me. They all gave me the same look. Whether it was pitiful or dirty it didn’t matter. All the different kids from different schools gave me that same stupid and meaningless face. At first I thought it was because I was new to them, but then I started to quickly realize it wasn’t just that.....I was a shy girl so I never really understood at that time. All those times I would try to talk to people or waiting for them to approach me as I sat alone calmly doing my work....Being friendly and confident as possible as I greeted them with the best and nicest smile I could muster on my young face...They never responded back they simply whispered something to another kid and simply left me standing there stranded as they went to play with the other kids... Avoiding me entirely even when I went to speak with them again....Sometimes I tried asking the kids if I could play but they would either ignore me and walk away or say that It wasn’t a game for me to play......

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Was I not suppose to talk to them?”

“Why aren’t they talking to me?”

Those were some of the thoughts I had, but I knew those weren’t the exact reasons, knowing fully well I wasn’t bad when it came to speech or greetings when I talked to other people. The teachers blamed me for it of course, when I asked them why the other kids avoided me.

“Maybe if you weren’t and acted like such a freak, they would be talking to you.”, One Teacher I remembered bitterly saying to me with the fakest smile as she then turned her back towards me walking away from my small frame not caring whether those words struck my small heart or tear up and cry.

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I shook my head and decided to think of something else as my sneakers grazed the cement floor on the sidewalk. I then looked towards the sky seeing the sun shinning and the pure white clouds forming picturesque structures as they floated above. ‘I wonder if there is any people living in those fluffy clouds?’, I thought with a smile,’ Is there such a thing as cloud puppies too!?’ 

I giggled a bit as I thought about what a cloud puppy would look like. Sort of like a poodle or    but more fluffier and soft fur like marshmallows and cotton candy combined.  “Are clouds tasty?”, I whispered out loud as I kept staring at the edible-looking clouds, ‘They do look a lot like cotton candy....so maybe.’

I then starred at my feet laughing at the thought, only for then to look up and noticed that I was already in front of the school.

I gulped as I was frozen in place.

“Here goes nothing”, I said to myself a bit nervously as I let my feet drag slowly towards the horrors of what was now officially called my school.

Walking towards the doors of the school, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of nausea hit me, totally uncomfortable on how all of this was going to go. After I enter the entrance to the school through the double doors I couldn’t help but notice one unnormal thing.

Empty halls.

‘Weird.’, I thought in my head with a raised eyebrow.,’ I thought it would be crowded by this time.’

Reading the letters on top of the doors, I checked to see my assigned class as I looked at each one on both sides of me in the empty halls. Seeing the exact one I enter it only for then to see a crowd of unfamiliar faces turned all of their heads in sync towards me.

I then closed it behind me with a jitter in my hands as I felt belittled by all the beady eyes of the students that were staring at me while sitting in there sits.

“Mrs.(Y/N), You’re late!”, A female voice said harshly next to me.

I then turned towards the origin of the voice to my right, seeing it was a middle aged woman with long hair that was tied up into a bun and was wearing glasses underneath her brown caramel eyes. Her faced was adorned with makeup and an angry scowl in her face as her eyes met mine, obviously unhappy and pissed.

“Care to explain why?.”, She said in a dominant tone, and with stern eyes as she crossed her arms across her chest and her heels clicked underneath the marble floor of the classroom as she tapped her foot impatiently.

“I-i....”, I started with a stammer and whisper obviously nervous and uneasy about all of the students who were staring at me in the front of the class.,”I-im sorry..”

‘Way to go me....’, I thought sarcastically at myself as I said those words.

The teacher squinted her eyes with a humph, only to then close them. Then as if on cue....

An erupting choir of laughter resounded in the entirety of the room in sync as all of the kids started to laugh at me. In that moment I felt humiliated and irritated,  I wanted to just throw myself in a box and at the same time tell the kids to shove their mouths up their own asses to shut them up. But I felt completely vulnerable at the moment unknowing of what to say. as I felt small....

‘So much for good impressions.’, I thought in defeat as I looked down at the floor.

“Quiet down class, quiet down!”, The teacher said as she stared at room full of teens as they all kept quiet some of them still snickering softly, or trying to control the laughter that was still trying to emit from their lips.

“I’ll let you off with a warning since you did apologize, after all. The next time though I won’t and you will be sent to the principal’s office as punishment if this repeats. Understood.”, She said a bit more warmly still keeping a strict poise as she turned towards me.

I nodded slowly of course as I listen to her words looking down a bit ashamedly as I did.” Yes Mrs....”

“Mrs. Johnson.”, She said with a small smile and then she gestured towards the empty seat,” You can go ahead and sit next to Frank over there in the back.”

I then followed her arm towards were she was exactly pointing and to my thoughts, there was a boy with an orange pale button up shirt in the far back right next to were my assigned seat was, looking and snapping his thoughts towards the teacher as he heard his name from the teacher’s mouth. I gulped ‘Why the far back?’ I then looked towards the front row and saw the whole aisle filled students already, ‘Oh that’s why...’

Taking a deep breath, I stepped towards through the rows of filled seats, hearing whispers or name-callings as I walked past them towards my seat. Of course I glared at the students a bit in front of me while also trying to put a fake smile for them as I tried my best to ignore their harsh and childish remarks. As I reached the desk, I couldn’t help but notice the “Frank” boy from earlier stare at me from the corner of my eyes as I sat beside him, knowing that he wasn’t in the beginning until he heard his name being called. His bright green eyes observing me as I put my backpack close to my side and slumped into my seat. I then saw as the boy stared for a few seconds at me more before looking away from me in boredom just like a few minutes earlier. 

As he looked away, I couldn’t help but stare at him as I got good look at him clearly compared to when I was in the front of the class. “Frank” had brown blondish hair that was a bit long and slicked back neatly, green and slightly dark eyes as the color of leaves in the trees during springs or summer as they stared boredly away as one hand was held towards his cheek, leaning his elbow against and touching the table on his desk propping his head up, wearing his orange pale button up shirt and white pants, along with some sneakers. 

“Cute.”, I whispered a bit too loudly as I stared at him my cheeks dusting with a violent red as I realized what words fell from  my mouth. Frank being near me ,considering he was beside me and the whole class was quiet at the moment, turned his head to me as he heard what I said with a confused face, either not catching what I just heard or uncomfortable with what I said from my understanding. I then stared to the front away from him, my shoulders tense, my face completely red, and my heart beating out as if it were to rip away from my ribcage and body. I breathed steadily and sighed, as I felt his stare drift away as he huffed a bit going back to his usual stuff to staring at nothing. ‘Geez, what are you thinking girl.....’, I scolded at myself with a mental facepalm,’ You already messed it up with coming late, now your making it worse by telling a boy he is cute....Ugh, at least I hope he didn’t hear me.’

The teacher started lesson as if a few minutes prior and after the incident. Staring mindlessly at the chalkboard, I couldn’t help but feel a bit tired and suddenly....bored as I tuned out the teachers words. ‘School sucks.’, I thought for a moment before a lightbulb suddenly went above my head with a silent yawn,’ I’m gonna draw.’

I then took my separate drawing pad, pen and pencil, while flipping to and empty page. I then started to work my magic as I began to doodle what was on my mind as ideas spurred through my brain. I was pondering on what to draw as I held the pen close to my chin. I had a great influence and overall interest in music, I loved it so much especially when it came to rock music. Because of that, I wanted to become a musician or songwriter one day. I then thought about drawing puppies or rockstars.....

I then did just that as I drew cute little doodles of puppies along with a rockstar sketch of my favorite musician. As I kept listening at the teacher to the class while also distracting myself with some quality time for me, I noticed something soft yet solid grazing shoulder slightly, landing at next to my feet on the floor. It was a crumbled up piece of paper that was made into a ball. Rolling my eyes, I didn’t think any of it as I kept tracing my pen on the paper. 

‘Psst. Hey.’ 

Fixated on the paper I kept on drawing cute little stars and details on the drawing oblivious to the person that was calling someone else, whoever did. 

‘Psst!’

This time it was a bit more louder but still made into a whisper as I didn’t bother to check who it was that made the noise.

I then felt another hard thud on my shoulder this time still soft but harsh as the solid material hit me directly. Leaving my eyes from the paper as I had an angry frown in my face obviously annoyed at the person who threw the paper at me, I looked towards the person who made the ‘psst’ sound again only to see that it was the so called ‘Frank’ boy from earlier. 

He then gestured towards the crumbled sheet of paper in front of my desk. I narrowed my brows at him, with suspicion but complied either way so he could stop bothering me, despite the fact he seemed friendly. Grabbing the crumbled sheet, I heard the sound of the bell ringing before I could open it. The class was then dismissed but before I could read the note that the boy passed to me. I felt a harsh shove as I fell back on the seat causing the note to fall from my hands and into the floor, nobody noticing as they let their dirty shoes graze and paint the paper. Seeing that everyone left including the person that shoved me by accident, I went to pick up the note from the ground only to see that it was indeed painted with shoe prints and ripped in half harshly. ‘Ugh...’ I groaned in disgust as I went to the trash to throw it away,’ I hope it wasn’t something important that I needed to know.’

I then looked towards the back of the class were Frank was, only to find out he wasn’t there anymore. Frowning a bit at the thought as I was hoping maybe I could talk to him, I went towards were all the students were going....probably the cafeteria..

‘Maybe I’ll see him there’, I thought lightening up a bit with a smile.”

‘We’ll even be friends probably....”

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{AUTHORS NOTE}

Hey there I hope you all enjoyed this little miniseries I’m doing. The reason I made this was because of personal experience in my early years in high school, and I felt I had to write them down. I also wondered how it will be like if Sixx to ever meet a girl with autism. I’ll be uploading part two as soon as I can of course .hope you liked it and Thank you for reading.

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[kokichikinhelped]

my ocs or smth

OK so these are from a fangan named Danganronpa Despair Strikes Again and i love them all but sadly three of them arent fully mine so thats why you dont see me talking about three of the bitches in this group shot

okay so also im only gonna talk about the developed on es

heres she

Yatsuki Tachiona is a typical fangirl, she squeals over every person she meets and believes in humanity way more than anyone should. Yatsuki doesnt really grasp the weight of the situation their all in until her love interest, Fuyuki is executed before her eyes.

she has the most hope throughout the game, however after being almost murdered in chapter 3, she loses alot of it and doesnt really have a personality anymore until her hope is restored when they get out of the school.

Yatsuki took special interest in Akemi Dai after Fuyukis death, Akemi did the same with Yatsuki, deeming the two inseparable, the closest to dating you can get in a killing game. While going to Akemis room to visit, (not knocking since she had a key and just opened the door like a dumbass) She came across Shingari Makatsu, ultimate puppeteer, choking her with a puppets strings, which lead Shingari to grab Yatsuki before she could run and drown her in a bucket of Akemi's paint.

Yatsuki however, was revived by m a g i c due to Fuyukis wish for her to survive.

Hayato Yamada is the protagonist of this fangan, hes really just Naegi 2.0, normal guy in a unnormal situation.

Hayato is a total mommas boy, always turning to her advice and thinking of her as motivation to get out alive. Getting sort of protective when people try to touch his necklace as his mom made it for him.

Hayato doesnt like talking about talents, as most of his family is very creative and are ultimates, such as his cousin Hifumi Yamada and his mother, the ultimate sculpter. He looks down upon himself for having a "useless" talent like luck.

TW YANDERE MENTION

Ryn Akari is the sweetest girl youll ever meet, with almost no motive, making it suspicious to most.

Ryn may seem sweet, but only because she has to earn trust, Ryn is actually the ultimate experiment, her parents putting her through all sorts of tests and making her mind and sense of what's right and wrong completely w a c k

Hayato was the only one other than Yatsuki to treat Ryn with respect and kindness, which was a mistake on Hayatos part. She grows attached to him and really never leaves him alone, Tanako however gets in the way of them hanging out because she needs advice with a crush, which ends up getting Tanako killed.

Ryns collar (which isnt in the sprite for some reason) was the thing keeping her mind fucked, and once it was accidentally ripped off in a failed attempt to drag her into the execution room, she starts to sob and beg everyone in the room to let her stay, saying that the one who killed Janaki wasnt her. When the begging stops, she yells at Hayato for doing this to her and that she was nothing but kind to him, which rips Hayato to bits.

here she is folks

Tanako Janaki is super defensive and rude to most people especially those taller than her, tending to avoid most people and even threatening Yatsuki when she offers to hang out with her during the meet n greet.

Tanako remains cold during most of the game, even using her death wish (a wish only completed when or if that person dies) to spite someone who annoys her, however in the 3rd chapter, Tanako catches feelings for a fellow participant, Tomoko Akkira, the ultimate saleswoman.

Tanako has never had a crush before and reluctantly asks Hayato for help, which after a few days results in Tanako preparing a note to give Tomoko when she visits the hanger.

Ryn strikes though, and murders her before its given, if only Tomoko wasnt distracted by Akiras antics, then she wouldve caught Ryn before Tanako was gone forever.

She was just deemed as missing before Hayato goes searching with Tomoko, in which they find her hanging body.

also, fun fact, she has no right eye, hairdryer incident.