Danganronpa: The Animation

Heck yeah.

Prime real estate much?

Place is smack dab in the heart of Tokyo.

Hope's Peak High School...

Solid core curriculum.

Sports.

Liberal arts.

Like a prep school for overachievers.

They cherry-pick the best of the best from districts all over.

'Cause it's government funded, we're talkin' crazy perks.

Not gonna lie, though.

A kid like me cutting it here?

I wasn't so sure...

Lady Luck got me enrolled.

Who knew if she'd be in it for the long haul?

I got this...

Well, that's what I thought, anyway.

That first step onto my new campus, my new life,

should have filled me with hope.

What... the heck?

Darkness...

Complete and total.

Life as I knew it was over.

Took me a li'l bit to put it all together.

In fact, at this point, I was still clueless.

Luck, as it turns out, had nothing to do

with my enrollment.

Not the good kind, anyway.

Nope.

The core curriculum here was despair.

A classroom...?

How did I...?

Security camera?

Iron plates?!

C'mon...

Ow!

The heck's with the place?

Seriously?

Uhh, excuse me?

Ah, cool! This'll make fifteen of us.

For what?

Cannot predict now.

So!

This everyone?

Maybe now we'll get some answers.

A-ha!

Truant!

Instructions said eight o'clock sharp!

You have no excuse for your tardiness!

Yeah.

Could you just not?

Who gives a flying flip about being on time?

None of us even know why we're here.

Question...

Did you happen to wake up in a classroom by yourself?

I did.

No idea how I got there.

That's what I thought...

That's exactly what happened to us.

Sudden unconsciousness.

Only to converge in the gym upon awakening.

Fabulously peculiar.

Yeah, that's the word.

Reminds me of the digs we had back in Juvie.

Yeah, 'cept this time...

We got kidnapped.

Hey, maybe they'll auction off our organs.

Hah!

Think positive!

It's a motivational program!

This is supposed to be a special school, right?

It's difficult to say.

I suggest that first we assess our situation.

Uh, okay.

Oh man...

So these are them, huh?

The elite freshman class of Hope's Peak High...

I knew it!

He's undressing me with his eyes!

Huh?!

Bet he thinks I'm a troll...

He's certainly not "all that".

Why not take a picture?

Uh, sorry! I--

I mean what else could it be, right?

Yes?

Help you?

Uh... No!

I'm good!

Excuse me.

The name's Naegi, isn't it?

We went to the same middle school?

Maizono?

What a relief.

There's someone here I know!

Wait...

You, uh, I mean you, actually remember me?

Well of course I do, silly!

After all, we did go to the same school for three years.

Oh, believe me, I know!

It's just, you were so popular, and...

and I was more or less the exact opposite of that.

I knew it, I came off as a total snob!

Can you ever forgive me?

No! Hold up. That came out wrong.

--I uh... --

Just teasing!

Fine. I take that back.

If you two are quite done flirting.

We can move on to weightier matters.

Such as?

Ugh.

Such as our current quandary.

Someone has collected us here for a reason.

Argh!

We're all essentially prisoners!

You'd think the least they could do

is give me back my cell phone.

It's, like, totally barbaric.

My phone is missing as well.

Does this mean they've been confiscated?

Yeah, no, there's no way.

They'll give our stuff back to us after orientation,

I'm sure of it.

In fact, it's already been foretold!

Dude, please.

A crystal ball?

I'm dead-on thirty percent of the time!

Isn't that impressive?

Testing. Mic test.

Mic test. One-two.

Everybody hear me okay on this thing?

Ahem.

Hiya, kiddos!

Time ta roll out the welcome wagon!

Not literally, of course.

Not even sure what that'd mean literally, but you get it.

See? We're not prisoners.

This is just how they do things here at Hope's Peak.

Well, you're half right.

What the heck?

I know what you're all thinking, and no,

I am not a high-tech Build-a-Bear reject.

I am the principal of this illustrious institution.

Monokuma!

Pleased ta meetcha!

I had a nightmare just like this once!

Young man, some respect if you please!

Monokuma.

Your Principal.

This is weird.

Yes, yes.

Like nothing you've ever seen before. Uncanny.

Unsettling, even.

Yadda-yadda... Moving right along.

Now all of you stand at attention.

Give Principal your snappiest "Good morning!"

Good morning, Principal, sir!

Please! Don't encourage it!

Eh. That'll have to do, I suppose.

Anyway, welcome, bright young things

to your new living quarters!

Now, before you get all uppity,

rest assured it's for your own good.

Mustn't let the outside world dull that dazzling inner spark;

we gots ta keep that freshness sealed in!

Uhh.

Hold on, we--

I don't think so!

So now you're wondering how long

you'll be guests of our program.

Approximately... the rest of your lives.

Oh, yeah!

By new living quarters, I mean permanent living quarters.

You-You can't be serious.

We'll be here... forever?

Aw, don't fret.

We have an astronomical budget.

Your needs will be satisfied in perpetuity.

That's not the issue!

What if we have families?

No. Just no.

Excuse me.

So the iron plates in our rooms.

Those are to shut us in?

Bingo, you're here for keepsies!

Kick and scream all you want.

No one outside can hear ya'.

Forgive me if I suggest this

to be less than ideal.