Post by The Hand of Fate on Apr 14, 2013 21:22:46 GMT -5
THE LORE OF CLASS 3-3 |
Once upon a time, there was a student who died. It was twenty-six years ago. His name was Misaki, a student in class 3-3. He was popular, smart, and loved by students and teachers alike. Then one day, tragedy struck, and Misaki mysteriously died in an accident. The school was shaken to its foundations, and many were unable to accept he had passed away. A friend, one of the students, stood up one day and pointed to his desk, saying, "What are you talking about? Misaki's not dead. He's right there!" It was all an act, but nonetheless the effort incited a massive, school-wide effort to keep Misaki in their hearts, even going so far as to give him a desk at graduation. Class 3-3's graduation photo at the end of the year, however, came up with a rather disturbing apparition. There stood Misaki in the back of the class, peeking out at the camera, his eyes dead and lifeless and his skin as pale as death itself. What happened seemed to have caused a bit of a rift between living and death, because in the years that followed, a calamity started following the successors to Class 3-3 -- and as a result, students began violently dying in mysterious, unexplainable ways. No one had any idea what was happening at first, but quickly traced the cause back to that fated year when it was stated that Misaki never died. He was there the whole time. When the students realized what was going on, it was too late. There was an extra among them, seeking a second chance at life through a rift opened by the foolish students of class 3-3. This extra did not belong there and had escaped the clutches of Death, and he sought to return them back to the afterlife. Death, however, is not picky, nor does he care whose lives he takes in the process. The killing seemed indiscriminate and random and in fact, that is exactly what it was. There was no guarantee Death would find the extra. All the students could do was pray that they were not next. One year, however, a solution was found. By accidentally killing the extra student, the calamity was averted for the rest of the year, and things proceeded as normal, but a price was paid that would ensure it would be a difficult tradition to pass on. The extra was bending reality in order to exist. They were taken out of records, their death was no longer locked within memories except in the most vaguest remnants. And by destroying their stolen existence, they were finally restored to their proper place in time and they were wiped from recent memory. Thus, students who, for many months, had been friends with the extra, no longer were aware they existed, though they knew that horrific events had transpired. This solution was passed on through desperate recordings on tape, but no one remembered it existed. Desperate for a solution to prevent more classes from being destroyed, students attempted to free space in reality by ignoring the existence of a classmate, echoing the action of pretending someone who was dead continued to exist. This volunteer had to live their school life being completely ignored by their peers, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much it destroyed them. It was their sanity, or their life. And it worked. The calamity ceased for several years, until one year a new student broke that forbidden rule. Transfer students were normally not allowed to suddenly join the class, but when he did, hell broke loose. And this is where we begin. Convinced that the first calamity in nearly a decade is taking place, what remains of the new Class 3-3 must survive against odds stacked nearly entirely against them. With an invisible hand seeking to choke the life out of everyone it touches, there is only one option left if they are to survive. They must identify their extra classmate, and they must kill them, before their very existence destroys everything they know and hold dear. So . . . |
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