Dice Danganronpa Novels & Stories

” She said with a grin. We walked back into the rec room and she stood on the chair. “Ok ladies and gentlemen. We have one final game, but it’s a long one. This is a dice game. Some of you have played bunco before. You roll sixes for points, the winners being the first team to reach 21. Each six is one point, and if five sixes are rolled, the first person to call bunko gets fifteen points. The losers shift places at the table and the winners move up to the next table.

I took a deep breath and accepted them. " Open them, they have been gifted by Nate and Sanya I just added a few things to the bag. " He said with a wink. Oh, God!! Sanya and Chris have added things to the bag... God, please save me. I opened the first pack and it was a game of dice. " What is this?? " I asked. " Look at them, love... This is a set of three dice where one of them tells what to do, the second tells where to do it, and the third tells how to do it. " He explained.

I closed my eyes and wished for triple sixes but instead rolled a 5/1/5. Lin and Jessica both giggled, stood up, walked over to each other, and began playfully licking and kissing each others’ hands. Matt and I stared at this surprisingly erotic scene. “New round,” Lin said looking at me and then Matt. She was clearly as excited about the prospects as the rest of us. Jessica grabbed the dice and rolled a 4/4/1. She kissed Matt’s anus and handed the dice to Lin, who rolled a 3/2/3. Matt had his lips rubbed and then took the dice, rolling a 1/6/6.

Zane drawled lazily, glancing between me and Evan. My heart slammed against my chest as I heard that, wondering why it had to be that of all others. I'd read about it in the handbook. It was a complete disaster. It was usually like this: they gave one of us an item to hold depending on who rolled the highest number of dice while the opponent had to challenge them for it. Obviously, the person with the item would have more advantage because we only had five minutes to duel. If they still held on to it at the end of the five minutes, they won.

I said, smirking at my mate “but I believe that you’re the master of deceit and acting” “What are you referring to this time, Dante?” Aurora asked, frowning in question, before her eyes widened in realization and understanding. A devious smile formed on my mate’s face, and taking her hand in mine, I kissed her knuckle gently, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds. “I believe that we are going to need to play one final game, neonata” I said, looking her in the eye “a last big show, or more specifically, a grand finally”

"Then kill me, Vesper. Because short of a bullet, nothing is stopping me from taking this mask off your face." Downstairs, a massive explosion rocked the theater lobby—Zero’s backup distraction. The floor buckled beneath us, and the heavy crystal chandelier in the ballroom shattered onto the marble below. The sudden tremor threw Malakai off balance for a split second. It was the only window I needed. I didn't slice his throat; instead, I brought the heavy hilt of my carbon-fiber knife down hard against the side of his neck, striking the pressure point. Malakai grunted, his grip loosening just enough for me to duck under his arm.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my black field way and tried to keep my eyes only focused on Mrs Fudgison’s heavily caked face and glittering red lips. “The D levels have a considerable amount of strength but nothing an average human can't handle. You score three points per hit and three points for clean kills. The C level are tougher, about the strength of a muscled human and the ferocity of a wild animal. They will attack you just as much as you attack them and it is expected you will not win unscathed. You score five points per kill and extra four points for clean hits.”

“You’re being attacked by a gang of zombies. Your move, Louis.” “I hit one, ah reckon,” Louis stared down at his own blue-colored dice, confused by their complex shapes. “Christ, which one do I roll again?” “The twenty sided,” Kathy offered. “You just said it.” “I can’t keep track of all these gawd-damned rules.”

I wanted to call tonight a party, but that felt a little too generous. Inside were different card decks labeled by category. Dares. Spicy dares. Normal questions. Spicy questions. Along with a board and a single dice. The rules were simple. You roll the dice and move across the board, pulling a card depending on where you land. If you refuse to answer a question, you have to take a dare. If you refuse the dare, you escalate to a spicy dare. And every dare came with a drink. Simple. Dangerous. Perfect. By the time Nero returned, I was halfway through explaining the rules to his brothers. We gathered around the low table, legs crossed on the floor and couch cushions dragged closer as another r

“Fourteen!” “Seventeen!” Dante doesn’t move until the room quiets. Then he lifts his hand lazily. “Twenty.” The crowd stirs. A few others try to push the price higher, but Dante doesn’t even blink. Finally, the hammer falls. SOLD ! For twenty million naira to Mr. Dante Morelli. Applause. Cameras. Whispers. Amara stares at him, that calm, controlled expression masking something far deeper. Loss. Love. Maybe both.