"We've got Luminus Megami ... seventeen years old, collage protegee, and may or may not have made a deal with an angel of death out of sheer boredom with his life."
"There's Akane Weber. Has had maybe one or two friends in her life. She's in collage at age fourteen folks! She might also has some... issues with her mommy, and react hysterically at the sight of dolls."
"Sari Singh. Twelve year old mechanics collage protegee. Supposedly raised by AIs for most of her life. She honestly finds humans more creepy than machines. Has trouble speaking human terms. Might be on the spectrum."
"Four. Mie Uzumaki. Age eighteen. Her collage schoolarship is psychology. She's also a very gifted stage hypnotist. This being hypnosis and not the Gift, the target will remember everything they do while under hypnosis unlike in the movies. And they can't do anything that they'd find morally abhorrent in their full conscience state."
"Five. Hector Payne. Sixty years old. Chose to finally go back to collage after a lifetime of never accomplishing anything in his life working at the same dead-end job.
"Six. Tigra. Twenty-one. No last name given. A free-willed tiger-girl. Major in zoology. Gifted martial artist."
"Seven. Lance Forest. Eighteen years old. Mute. Majored in fencing. Known to take long nature hikes and dangerous spelunking."
"Eight. Forty-year old Linguine Hoffman. Finally met the woman of his dream. Friggin' ROYALTY folks! ... Which inspired him to finally try and get his doctorate."
"Nine. Melody Young. Was a big pop-star... until she turned seventeen. Then she was dumped for a newer model. Mommy got her a collage scholarship based on popularity... and she might not look it, but she was brilliant enough to skip a year. Her old groupmates now call her 'old woman.' "
"Ten. Terry Armstrong. A lanky seventeen year old blind in one eye because of the same accident that left him with a limp and scars down one side of his body. Not so much a super genius as he just had a ton of time on his hands while recovering."
"Eleven. Princess Emilia Schmidt. And no, Princess is not her first name. And no she isn't the princess Hoffman loves. She's a hundred and one years old this June. She's also a vampire. This pig-tailed red-headed beauty was turned... the night before her eighteenth birthday. Naturally direct sunlight is fatal. Faith in higher powers physically burns her. But she can also only be killed in some very particular ways. Don't worry, there's plenty of blood for her in the nurse's office."
"Twelve. Akira Sato. This guy is eighteen. Brown hair. Green eyes. Average height. Average weight. No remarkable physical features. Has been referred to his classmates as having all the personality of a grapefruit. And yet somehow still manages to attract the ladies in defiance of all logic and objective reality."
"Thirteen. Carol Adams. Twenty-two. A short and busty free-willed mouse girl. This girl actually wants to be a maid but wants to be one with a free mind! She's truly a disgusting free-willed freak!"
"Fourteen. Murry Umbra. Nineteen year old. From a long line of ninjas on his grandmother's side. Has the kinda face the hero punches in the movies. Naturally the jocks love to do that to him to live out their superhero fantasies."
"Fifteen. Fern Jewel. Elf. Green hair. Pacifist. Harp protegee. 100 year old, and has finally physically matured to adulthood after fifty years of physically being a teenager."
"Sixteen. Jazz Bright. Age unknown. Artificial human. Science experiment to see if a AI raised as a human would be distinguishable form a normal human. The labs that created him submitted him here as his final Turing test."
The little brainwashed rabbit girl in the red dress grinned vindictively. "Heh, when we asked for the 'best of the best'... what did you THINK we meant? Of course a big chunk of them were going to be protegees who'd skipped some grades. The more inexperienced someone is with the real world, the more they still have that urge to live that's slowly drained out of people by the world we've built...the more satisfying it is to watch them squirm, backstab, and murder to live."
"Naturally... there is a major difference compared to the version of this game played by wealthy lunatics before the power of Gift of the Clean Slate of Self was granted to humanity. Since this school was built after the Gift became recognized by law, and the unwanted, the failures, the sickly, the starving, the criminals, could all be reprocessed into something useful instead of being thrown into a biological-waste-bin... There are witnesses everywhere if our contestants will know how to talk. This school is practically BUILT out of former humans. Good thing you dumb apes never learn to say no to your urges to mate, and then expect to be free of the consequences of your own actions isn't it?
"The clock in the hallway is a sapient owl shaped nude woman. The lockers are all cat girl shaped. Chairs. A stained glass window. A table. A DOOR! If our contestants aren't careful, they may commit a crime while the dolphin-girl shaped soap dispenser sees everything. But SINCE former humans were used to create so much of it. Humans learn to stop pay attention to conscious objects, which will backfire here utterly. If they learn how to properly speak with these many objects in the school. This shall be a major part of the game moving forward, since most of these witnesses obviously can't be moved to the court room. So the contestants will need to gather evidence and testimony ahead of time. Good thing former human objects, they don't comprehend how to lie anymore.... Well, most don't, heheheh!
"This of course means that the murder weapon itself could be a witness! How's THAT for a twist on an old classic?! These students better chose wisely in their killing method."
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Akira Sato awakened at his desk... only to find himself alone...
He blinked in confusion when the chalk board seemed to come to life. And the chalk drawing a naked wolf woman took shape, animating like a cartoon.
"Oh hello. Are you a student here I wasn't told about? I'm an emergency substitute teacher. I awaken if there are students in the school but no teachers... You can call me Miss Howl. My Master gave that name to me. And while I am a happy obedient Wolf Girl, you ARE expected to treat me with the total respect due a teacher and I will NOT tolerate any-"
"Uh! I have no idea if I'm a student here... Or anything... "
"Oh you poor dear! Let me just call for some help!" The chalk drawing moved from blackboard to blackboard like they were windows he was seeing through into her 2-D world. Then the drawing looked confused. "That's odd... all communication is cut..."
Then Akira Sato noticed a letter... you can guess what it contained.