Danganronpa Punishments

TheMonotonePuppet

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For those who don't know, Danganronpa is a popular video game franchise based around the idea of the Killing Game (you are locked with other people with great talents and unique, eccentric personalities, and the only ways to get out is if you survive to the end or kill someone without getting caught or figured out)! It has mechanics derived from a shooter game mixed with a clue-gathering puzzle, all with a visual novel style plotline. The goal is to figure who is the killer in the various chapters through exploration of the environment, and debates in a trial.
The biggest, best part of it is its style! The concepts of Hope, Despair, Truth, and Lies are extremely important. They color everything.

But what this prompt is for is its claim to fame: the punishments! The killer gets executed in gruesome fashion! Fun!

Importantly, it is always thematic to their personality, philosophy, and talents.

What would your execution be like? Here are the rules for the execution!
  • The methods of death (strangulation, impaling, torn apart by dogs @HelloHound etc.) must be based off of your personality (what you hate the most, what you love the most). Whatever method would give your personality the most despair is the way to go! This means eaten by vampires, unless done in a way that actually brings despair, not enjoyment, is not appropriate for @RepresentingEnvy , @ElliePorter , or anyone else.
  • The overarching theme of the execution must be based on your greatest talents (surgery for @MintiLime because she is a doctor, maybe writing for @Corty ? DnD for @Rhaps ? Whatever! Circus, exercise, trucks, etc.). Various visual elements must be taken from your theme!
  • The execution must have your philosophy directly contradicted. So a love of vampires would be contradicted by some representation of hatred of vampires, a love of insane things (@Sola-sama ) must be directly contradicted, Christianity debased in some form (@Prince_Azmiran_Myrian ), etc. It must crush your hope before crushing you!!!
  • Any NPCs or humans you would include in the operation of the execution must be replaced by cute versions of Monokuma! He'll do all of the stuff the NPCs or such, wearing costumes of anything or being mockeries of anything.
 

TheMonotonePuppet

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Here is my Danganronpa Punishment as an example!

I know I am about to die. Tied to a drab piece of steel, fully human in a dark prairie with none of my loved ones by my side. The wind whistles quietly around, a hollow whisper of isolation.
At least I am under a night sky, accompanied by my beloved Stars. They'll be the last beings I'll ever observe.
I squint, leaning forward as far as I can with a restraint around my neck. The sky-painted ceiling reveals to be plastic, studded with rhinestones. My head slumps back painfully against the hard steel with a sigh. At least the lie of them being here is comforting, even if they aren't really here.
Vibrations travel through the legs of the table. Frantically, I attempt to strain my head and eyes to burning to see my surroundings. The dark, crumbling soil and indigo grass of the prairie raise around me. I grit my teeth. A grimace pulls back my lips in a snarl.
I am even denied the comforting lie of my idols. Such a spit in the face at my ideals.
Not even the copies of Monokuma grace me with their presence. This area is completely devoid of anything, not even the fascinating machinery or funny flamboyance used in executions.
It is so dark here. I really wouldn't mind seeing how I die.
"Hello? Anyone there? Could I have light?"
No response.
My throat is rather dry. I could use some water.
Time passes.
"Ow!" A sharp needle must have poked me.
Huh. I'm not hungry or thirsty anymore. I...
I can't move! FUCK!
Time passes.
I try to entertain myself... but... I can't even listen to my own voice...
I can't see... Or feel anything... I'm completely numb.
Where's the sound? Where's the sound... When will I be able to sleep?... I'm so tired. There's nothing I want to do to entertain myself. I miss hunger and thirst. They would distract me.
Delirium would be fun. Or nice.
Time passes.
Why can't I motivate myself to even dream? That needle really messed me up.
Time passes...
...
...
...
 

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My punishment would be playing a dnd game with all Clerics, I would rather automatically snap my neck (which I know how to, don't ask) than dealing with more than one of them.
 

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My death would be having a mentally unstable, yandere, goth, emo, crazy and hot gf become a wife, and crazy wife slowly being healed into less crazy and we die to our natural lifespan :)
Sola would rather that girl just become progressively more crazy until he gets murdered after a shotgun wedding—the shotgun wedding transitions to the shotgun funeral.
 

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Death by sodomy
Finding yourself in a tiny room, filled with pornography of women, you salivate. Immediately aroused and horny, you notice lotion and wipes. With a lusty smirk, you reach for them, but the door slams open. Your wiggling fingers halt in their tracks.
A huge black and white bear with a big, blond wig and thick makeup waddles over to you. It puffs up like a balloon, before a suspiciously huge thing pops out in its nether regions. Hanging under said thing are two classic, red TNT stacks that have "Dynamite!-Extremely Volatile!" in bold on each stick.
You frown, and shoo away the bear. Quite the boner-killer, if you're honest with yourself.
The bear frowns angrily, comically blowing clouds of steam from its mouth and ears.
Big robot hands, Dr. Octopus style, grab you by the wrists and ankles.
You thrash around frantically, as you are slowly turned around, butt facing the bear.
The scene fades to black as NotaNuffian screams in horror
 
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Being forced to dm a d&d campaign with all wizards (they all have the sleep spell in their spell list) without sleep or prep time until I inevitably die of sleep deprivation or dehydration, whichever comes first.
 

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Old age, cause I'm immortal.
Man, you are all bad at this.

Held in one place by an enormous mech that, through some bullshit mechanism, is bigger than you and circumvents all of your unique capabilities and inherent impossibilities to keep you there, you quail. Battered and bruised, neon pink blood drips from your eyes.
Inside the mech, chuckling at you with full-body shakes of laughter, is Monokuma the Pilot. It wears a blue hat with the gold insignia of its face, on the edge of its big, comfy pilot seat with entertainment.
"Puh-hu-hu-hu..." it chuckles even more, before pushing a huge, oversized lever.
Space-breaking, knobbed sticks, of an bright, white alloy completely unknown to you, are manhandled into position by a complex of machinery the size of a universe.
They remind of you something.
An ominous music piano rises in tone, before sinking back down. Maybe it was the slender middle or the tapering out into two rounded bulges...
Eerily, the piano repeats. Maybe it was the variation of the objects; the near-organic design.
Near incessantly, the piano repeats, to the discomfort of whatever you use to hear. Maybe it was the decidedly unfashionable rigidity of it all, porous holes and light indentations and trails for something, whatever that is, to connect to.
The piano repeats again, the same sickening decrease in tone. Your eyes frown as the frilled, spiky pieces of alloy get nearer, the bilaterality evident in each of them. Or maybe, now that you think about it, it is the deep-seated revulsion.
The piano plays.
One.
Final.
Time.
An extra high note at the end rings at the end, right as you realize what it is! The horror swells into a crescendo inside what you call your mind!
They are bones!
They sink into you with ease as you wriggle helplessly around. Like a sharp stake placed onto a jellyfish, it sinks in satisfyingly, completely covered in your "flesh".
The bones arrange you! You become a bilateral, bipedal, unchangeable creature in only 4 dimensions and only two eyes. With a internal skeleton! And then they kill you, turning into toothed saws that shred yours insides to pieces.
You die like a repulsive human, as a repulsive human.
 

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