What would it be like in a world where the killing game went differently?
What would it be like if different people lived and different people died?
What would it be like...if this story...had an entirely different hero.
A rewrite of the game Super...
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"Are you awake now? You must be exhausted...I know I am...I mean, with all that crazy stuff that just happened..."
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"Can you hear me!? Hello!?
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What...?
I don't...understand...
What...happened...?
OK... Don't panic. First thing's first. I have to remember...
Keep calm, work my brain, and unravel my tangled memories.
Stop worrying and think! Think, think, think, think, think, think.
There are shards of memory everywhere... but I think I can piece together what happened.
...Yes...
...Come on...
That's right. I'm...
I...I remember coming to the school and...arriving at the gates...
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The day that I came to Hope's Peak Academy was far from a normal day. Rather the opposite. It was very significant, since this was supposedly the greatest school in the world. The school gathers together high school students from around the country who are top in their respective fields, and prepares them to lead the world into the future, for the sake of bearing the hopes of all humanity. You have to be a student already attending High School...and you have to be the best of the best in your respective field of study. Those are the only two requirements to be scouted by the school. Yes, scouted. No entrance exams, no applications, none of it. It is invitation only.
When people talk about Hope's Peak Academy, one particular phrase always comes up:
"Graduating from this school leads to certain success in life"...
