Infinite Loops (Danganronpa)

My name is Kazuichi Souda.

I am not really important, besides being the Ultimate Mechanic, a title only given to the best of the best.

But honestly speaking, does it really matter?

Compare my talent to the likes of Ultimate Princess, Ultimate Gamer, Ultimate this, Ultimate that.

My talent is boring compared to their stuff.

Being a princess is pretty much being part of a Disney movie, everyone like video games… but who is an enthusiastic about fixing things like I am?

I am on my own… Not like it wasn’t like this since the beginning.

I hate it so much.

And now?

Now I have to deal with this shit.

“AH!” I hear my classmates shout for the bazillion time ever since we got into this shitty island.

I won’t be able to deal with this again.

Again? What is this again I am talking about?

Oh well, you wouldn’t believe, but I am a time traveler, or something like that.

Every single FUCKING TIME, this Monokuma appear, stop Monomi, announces the shitty killing game, people are killed and then we have to deal with the big boss behind this stupidity.

Some weird gal called Enoshima Junko, no idea who that is, or what the Tragedy was.

But apparently, we are all assholes that somehow joined the Ultimate Despair, a terrorist group and caused the mayhem that supposedly destroyed the world.

And every time we defeat Junko, I am sent back here.

I don’t know what to do, I really have no clue.

“If you disobey any of my rules, then you will be executed!” Monokuma tried to assert his dominance.

But really couldn’t care less about the shitty bear.

That’s why I kicked it.

“H-Hey, you can’t do that against me!” It shouted, but I ignored, taking out the screwdriver, I began to mechanically unmake him.

Apparently I could do that with instincts since I am the one who made this, shitty life, I have.

I ignored everything that happened as the Monobeast tore apart my body, I really couldn’t care less.
Is not like I can actually feel pain, in theory, I had been tortured so many times by Mikan when she was in her own despair self.

Nothing really fucking matter…

Now I am here, again, entering the classroom…

Why me? Why not someone who can actually do something? I am not important, I am no one…

Is this an attempt of God to make me save everyone? Or is this a curse that I have no chance of doing anything against it?
…

I have no other choice, I should at least try this before I pass the rest of my eternity complaining about this shithole.

Okay then, God or whatever put me in this situation, I will do this.

At least I hope I am able to do so.