Goodsmile has revealed a surprise painted prototype of Junko, as part of their POP UP PARADE line of figures! In addition, Kirigiri, Nanami and Komaeda have also been announced to join the lineup in the future.
Junko is around 17-18cm tall, retails for 3,900 yen and is scheduled to be released in October.
Orders from the GSC online shop comes with this postcard as a bonus:
There will be a pop up shop from May 21 to 31 at Shinjuku Marui Annex 6F for some new Danganronpa 1.2 goods, including badges, acrylic stands and free postcard sets (DR1 or SDR2) if you buy a box!
Goodsmile has revealed a surprise painted prototype of Junko, as part of their POP UP PARADE line of figures! In addition, Kirigiri, Nanami and Komaeda have also been announced to join the lineup in the future.
Junko is around 17-18cm tall, retails for 3,900 yen and is scheduled to be released in October.
There will be a pop up shop from May 21 to 31 at Shinjuku Marui Annex 6F for some new Danganronpa 1.2 goods, including badges, acrylic stands and free postcard sets (DR1 or SDR2) if you buy a box!
The previous IDV x Danganronpa crossover goods are now available with US shipping! They have free shipping for the month of April and you can find the merch here:
Danganronpa 1.2 Reload will have a collaboration with GraffArt Cafe from 12 November to 28 November! The merch includes badges, acrylic coasters, acrylic stands, small cases, clear case, lunch box and chopstick set. For every 2,200 yen worth of food ordered, a random postcard will be given.
The menu includes Monokuma’s Coffee Jelly Float, Monomi’s Strawberry Tapioca Lassi and Monomi’s Rare Cheesecake.
Algernon Product has announced a collaboration with the artist Kei Mochizuki! They will be selling some merchandise of their illustrations of Junko, Celestia, Komaeda, Nanami, Ouma and Saihara. The goods include tapestries, acrylic stands, acrylic keyholders, badges, t-shirts and hoodies. The event will last from 10-24 November.
Danganronpa will be having another collab cafe with Mixx Garden featuring stained-glass versions of some DR1, 2 and V3 characters! The cafe runs from 13 August to 13 September.
Each drink comes with a random coaster while each food dish comes with an A3 lunch mat. The choice of food and drinks are separated into two halves.
The other goods include acrylic stands, keychains, badges, canvas board, acrylic panel and a multi holder.
Each customer can get a free postcard for dining!
Like the previous cafe, at the end of the collab period lucky customers can win one of the 18 panels that will be on display in the store.
Summary:Enoshima Junko had promised him that despair would be different, that it would make him feel something. She had, of course, just been saying that to manipulate him. She was lying. So, then, why…?
Rating:T+
Warnings: Canon depictions of violence; trauma.
Notes: We can finally start posting these! I have another fic but I’ll have to post it tomorrow because I’m exhausted today. Anyway, Izuru is tragic and traumatized and he deserves better.
When put in a life-or-death situation, those involved experience an acute stress response. This response consists of the sudden release of hormones, activating the body’s sympathetic nervous system. Then, the adrenal glands are stimulated, triggering the release of catecholamines.
This chain of reactions causes an increase in heart rate, blood pressure, and breathing rate. It is also known as the fight-or-flight response.
The question is: when the option of escape is taken away or compromised, will the subject default to fight?
He supposed that was what Enoshima Junko expected. For the most part, she had gotten what she wanted.
The student council had torn itself apart at a rapid pace. Once one turned on the others, soon after did most of them turn against one another. There were still some that cowered and hid, defending themselves in a purely reactive way. Screaming and begging, flailing their weapons so uselessly before being struck down.
Predictable, Kamukura Izuru had thought. In the end, the one who survived had completely given himself into violence and brutality. So predictable.
If this was supposed to be entertaining, then…what?
Despair is supposed to be different, is it?
In the end, there were a bunch of dead bodies and one other bloodied, broken individual. As an observer, the carnage was meaningless. The supposed survivor was cackling with victory, but if he were to leave, he would never return to whatever life he lived before.
There was no point to any of this beyond the cruelty. Kamukura still felt hollow. Empty.
That broken, desperate, blood-soaked boy charged at him and Kamukura reacted fast. He shoved the boy back and watched impassively as he hit the wall hard enough to fracture bones and landed on his own chainsaw.
It was violent. It was vile. Kamukura still hadn’t felt anything resembling relief.
Why did I even bother?
He wondered that, and he couldn’t come to an answer. How strange, but strange in a way that was just unpleasant.
Despair is supposed to be different. She said that despair was the cure to her apathy.
She tricked me.
In that second-long realization, the boy pulled the trigger.
Worthless.Meaningless. Even if he landed his shot, he still would’ve died. There hadn’t been any logical point to firing.
Andyet.
Kamukura hadn’t completely dodged, the bullet slicing a thin line along his cheek. His breath caught. His heartbeat had spiked. Peripheral blood vessels constricted. Blood pumped through muscle, and his blood dripped down his jaw.
That boy looked at him with such desperation, and then he died. His last moments had been so defiant.
The security camera had caught everything.
She tricked me, he thought. All of this was a farce.
And yet.
As he wiped the blood away, he registered the sting. It may not have been the first time he had gotten used. He had been designed to serve the academy’s lofty goals and ideals, but it was the first time he had been hurt like this in memory.
Kamukura Izuru looked at the camera.
The faculty is going to be displeased, he thought.
–
One important aspect of the project was the necessity of confidentiality. For obvious reasons, there would be large-scale backlash were details of the project ever leaked to the public. As proud and as tall as Hope’s Peak Academy stood, such a blow to its reputation could cause it to topple. Or so it was believed by the faculty.
With the massacre of the student council, the staff was thrown into hysterics. With her spreading footage taken from the Incident, the staff had gotten driven into a corner.
As matters stood, they expected him to be on the down-low. The only reason he hadn’t been terminated when they found him was due to hesitance to waste all the resources that went into bringing the project to completion.
And perhaps because they thought they could cover it up by hiding him elsewhere in one of the other labs. Unfortunately, he knew that wretched girl would not be so easily thwarted.
Which left him—with what, exactly?
He was still in a largely empty room like before. And this time, if he left, he would not have a place to return to.
She got what she wanted from him. Hope’s Peak Academy would not stand for much longer. With them gone, so too would be the reason for his existence.
The faculty was going to fail in their attempts to cover up the Incident. Hope’s Peak Academy was destined for collapse.
So, then, what was going to become of him?
Will they attempt to terminate me first? He wondered.
He waited for the fear response. An accelerated heart rate. A sharp intake of air. His muscles tightening. The fear that would be suited to before when that bullet grazed him open. Instead, that possibility washed over him so dully, like the lightest sprinkle of rain.
How boring. I still don’t feel afraid enough to want to leave.
He rubbed at his cheek, at where the cut had long healed completely. There wasn’t going to be another scar, and when he was to be terminated, it was going to be quick and perfunctory.
I can’t be bothered to think about it any longer.
–
She said despair was unpredictable.
With the increasing chaos and turmoil, his termination was soon to come. As his inevitable death drew nearer, he found himself looking back. As not much had happened, he of course thought about the Incident.
Despair is chaos. By definition, chaos is unpredictable. Except she expected it to go a certain way from the start.
That wretch had set up the conditions for a killing game. There was nothing surprising when the killing game then occurred. There was a moment where perhaps it may not have. There was a person who spoke up. This person calmed most of the students down with his straightforward and earnest words.
That person had unsurprisingly been the student council president, but even he could not fully control the violent impulses of his peers. Once one of them started killing, they all came toppling down.
It would be ridiculous to feel betrayed. She hadn’t made herself a trustworthy person at any point. He hadn’t taken her offer because he trusted her, but because he was curious about her. Everything fell apart, everyone tore themselves apart just as she had planned, and she hadn’t experienced a single second of disappointment.
He watched everything unfurl as she had wanted and he still felt numbfor almost all of it. He could shut his eyes and re-experience all the senseless bloodshed and violence and would still feel nothing.
It was only when he remembered the look on the person who futilely tried to shoot at him that he paused.
Someone marked for death. What had he been thinking? Was it delusion? Spite? Or did he not want to die alone?
He looked at his hand. Held it out like he had when he pushed that person. Curled his fingers. Imagined tearing through flesh and bone with ease.
I could kill her, he thought. I could kill her and I could wipe out everyone else. I could save myself with ease.
…
Would I enjoy doing that?
His hand dropped.
I don’t think I would. That girl had first attempted to appeal to me using our supposed similarities, but I’m not anything like her at all. I didn’t enjoy any part of that.
In fact, I hated what I saw.
Right now, the reserve course was surely rioting with everything they had. Even without her at the helm, they were angry enough to destroy Hope’s Peak Academy brick by brick. They felt justified, considering the broken dreams and promises that they claimed the academy peddled to them. Obviously, they were angry. It had only been only a matter of time before they snapped.
The faculty had called them parasites. It would not be surprising, then, that the reserve course would end up bleeding them dry. It wasn’t a surprise at all that the reserve course would drag the academy down.
She knew that. She banked on it. She used their fury to further her goals of destruction. The student council was sacrificed for that.
And they had fought so hard to survive. For nothing. Their fates were sealed the second he had walked in.
She used me. Used them. All of that bloodshed was just a bonus.
He still felt so hollow. But if that were truly the case, why were his hands squeezing into such tight fists? Why were his teeth grinding themselves to dust? Like a tightly wound coil, his body felt close to bursting.
He remembered—something. A remnant of parasitic mediocrity. A bone-deep feeling of dissatisfaction and desperation. A desire to give up everything—or, perhaps, to tear everything apart.
The world is not harmonious.
That thought came with a white-hot flash of vitriol.
It was destined for destruction.
You just wanted to seize control of that inevitability for your own amusement. For that purpose, you found me to use. Because I didn’t care, I allowed it. I didn’t…
Kamukura twitched. He shut his eyes tightly.
He could still see the bloodshed. That mutual massacre. That despair, that desperation. He could still hear the broken laughter and how his cheek stung afterward.
His eyes snapped open.
I didn’t want any of that to happen.
–
At some point, he had gone to sleep.
He was in a bloodied, destroyed classroom. He could hear laughter. It was her laughter. The bodies were writhing, dripping with an odious black fluid as they shambled towards him. They were laughing, but the laughter was tinged with sobs.
They were begging for salvation.
He was frozen. They crawled up to him, but the black blurred in with the dark suit he wore.
They were begging for salvation.
He couldn’t move.
Theyforced his jaw openandthen—
He woke up in a cold sweat dampening the sheets on his bed. He inhaled sharply. If he focused, he could hear the screaming. The screaming of rioters. The panicking of the staff. Her laughter.
He didn’t want to think, and yet.
She tricked me. She used me. She showed me that even despair wouldn’t be enough to alleviate the emptiness of my existence.
I should repay her for that.
Nausea built up in his gut. His mouth was already damp with saliva. His hands were shaking. He needed to throw up.
It was the first time he ever felt so sick.
Before I die, I’ll drag her down.
He wondered if this is what that broken boy with the chainsaw thought. He wondered if this was how the reserves felt. Perhaps. Perhaps not.
