True and tiring rooms were quite large enough to be called halls anymore. It's impeccable to carry out a battle. But as far as the furniture is concerned, I can tell it's obviously a room to live in. It's a luxurious private room for the Patriarch.
On a huge bed with a canopy, one girl lays on her chin with her hands on her hands and rolls over to lie down, watching as she devours the screen shown on one side of the wall. I don't try to react to the three of you who came into the room.
What was shown in the footage was a live stage of a japanese musician dressed in a horrible outfit singing ruinous lyrics.
"Megidball. It's my favorite metal band last stage. Eight years ago. Suicide concert is famous, and this footage is not commercially available. Well, of course. All the members really tried to kill themselves after the whole song."
The girl, who was bare as if she hadn't noticed the three entrances, clearly gives a visitor-aware commentary.
(You sure listened to Yukioka a a lot)
Only I truly knew the name of the band.
As soon as the last song ended and the venue culminated, the vocals wore the gas cans that had been placed in the corners of the stage on their own bodies, screaming something and then igniting with lighters.
Instantly stay on fire and dive into the guests at the same time. Fire burns on some, but to my surprise, the guests don't try to escape.
On the contrary, the guests are cheering, rushing over to us on a vocal full of fire, hugging, lighting their clothes and jumping with a happy look.
When the base drains the Japanese knife, it is slashed around the back by the drum man, skipping his neck brilliantly. More boiling cheers.
A proud face, a base that lets you scratch the neck of a drum with pride. The raw head that is thrown into the audience. A bunch of guests reaching for their flying necks.
When a guitar woman dressed in a long black coat took off her coat, she was dressed bare underneath, wrapped in dynamite and grenades all over her body.
The dynamite is carefully applied to the genitals and anus as well, and when the dynamite ignition line that penetrates the genitals is lit with laughter, the customer similarly dives, and shortly afterwards, there is a huge explosion.
The last remaining bass man puts a sub-machine gun in both hands, shooting staff, customers and security guards one after the other without expression.
The guards and staff run around, but the audience screams "Kilmy Kilmy" with a joyful look and spreads their hands, trying to get ahead of us and in front of the base and get killed. At the end of the day, he pulled the trigger in his own mouth, and the base was finished.
When all the members of the band died, now the killing and suicide began between the guests. He wiped his opponent with his bare hands, cut him with a knife, beat him with a stick, strangled him, chopped his tongue off, and the venue had turned into a hell of a picture of an annoying cry.
"The photographer who took this by turning the camera around to the end is very sunny. Even though I know it won't be commercially available, it's really nice of you to want to pass on this historic moment. How beautiful - the footage of people dying all the time is shocking, it's an intense drama, and a lot of guys want to have fun watching it. Humans are so yummy. So, it was this photographer who streamed this footage online, and he was killed by the family of the guy who died participating in this suicide concert. Negative spiral. Not at all, from what to what's great. Death, death, death, death, sprinkling your life like fireworks. Death shines again because life is worth it. It's all broken. Last but not least, the reset button. Death is the promise of equality. Because there is death, you are free to use your life. The best way to use life is how flashly a festival can be made on the premise of simmering with death. That's what this band told me ~. Ababa"
For a brief explanation, the patriarchal girl of Thin Happiness Megalodon gives a strange laugh.
"The Megidball song cursed the world. Turning the world down as shit, the humans living there, the shit that humans make, life itself as shit, cursing everything as worthless filth, but proclaiming highly-only that I was a normal normal. That the world is rotten, crazy and distorted. It is considered the abnormal abnormal of the world but my normal normal normal. The ordinary husbands who produce manure and eat manure and live it, whether they are aware of it or not, are still manure at a time when they are embracing it as the reason of the world. Yeah. Surprisingly with my thoughts, isn't it? Same goes for Sister Apricot, right?
Suddenly he shakes the subject to himself, and the apricot becomes a troubled face.
"Me too... I have lived unfamiliar with the reason of the world, turned my back, cursed...... And I kept spreading the disaster..."
Tired spoke to the girl who still didn't try to turn her face here.
"Sure...... I used to curse everything in this world. But... that's also painful. The truth is... I want to interact. If you don't have to curse... if you're going to tame... you should. It took me a long time to realize that."
"Heh, I was first to name it."
A girl gets out of bed and faces her tired.
"Midori Shizuno. You already know that."
"Shizuno Liu Sorcery Kaizu, Shizuno Tired. This is my life."
"I don't know how to introduce you... I mean, besides me, it's good to introduce you."
True. Hands off already, but still straight next to each other.
"Hmm, just like Aya sister the other day, did you come to stop me?
"Yes, you've heard it from Ayano, but long ago, you and I were involved, and above all, we must not abandon the power of Shizuno to disrupt the world."
Seems to be in serious mode, tired of talking uninterrupted.
"I want to ask you once and for all. Why are you trying to do this? Do you simply want to use religious groups to realize the ideas you mentioned earlier? I don't think so. I have a fusi."
I just don't think friends like Apricot and Li Mei can do it if they're simply looking for ruin, and they can't be heartbreaking. I don't feel like there's something going on.
"There's no such thing as deep meaning. I just thought it would be B to try something called cult religious specialty group suicide. Before I die, I just want to play flashy. The faithful I've gathered are just like the ones I've tightened out of the world. If I die, my life will be over, and even if I let you do whatever you want at the end of the day, I'll have a bee. Ababa."
Midori talks with a smile that sounds heartfelt fun.
"Are you serious? You said apricots weren't meant to be you."
Truth asks. Whether you're just deluding yourself without talking about the circumstances, or whether it's your will, Midori's words and actions so far don't make sense.
"Heh, I mean it, I'm doing this because I'm super serious ~. So loose, what else am I supposed to do? I wanted to give the world the joy of living in this world to those who were desperate for life itself. That's serious, isn't it? But there's a guy who can run straight and a guy who can't. All that's left here are people who can't even do it if they want to. Even if they want to live the way they want to, they can't get through it. Are you powerless, overpowered, hopeless, or simply clumsy? So what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do, including me? You can do whatever you want and we'll all have to screw each other flashy, right? Can we have that kind of historical event every once in a while?
The more apricots I know how that feels. Born into a family with strict parents, he rebelled against it and fell into the back street.
"And Midori, you're going to die, too."
The words the apricot uttered change the grin that was stuck on Midori's face. It wasn't a bright grin, it was a self-derisive grin.