They’re Playing Our Song

**They’re Playing Our Song** is the name of Namie Mibuchi's execution, as featured in Danganronpa 4: Paradise on the Hopeful Planet.

This execution did not result in Namie's death, as she successfully accomplished her escape clause and was rescued by the Future Foundation.

## Sequence

*Excerpt taken from Chapter 81 of Danganronpa 4: Paradise on the Hopeful Planet*

One spotlight, then two, then three, illuminate Namie, standing alone on a stage in front of a microphone. Before her is a crowd of Polykuma, and across from her is the smirking image of Junko, seated with legs crossed on a couch for two next to Monokuma, projected on a large HD screen. Beneath Namie, the stage rumbles, then collapses in a circle around her. The patch of flooring that remains floats like a raft on the ocean atop a pyramid of broken desks and chairs and rises. Soon, the heap is twenty feet in the air, with Namie perched on top precariously with her mike, her only safety railing two chair backs in front of her. Attached all throughout and within the pyramid are a multitude of foot-long containers marked “liquid N.”

A green-lettered sign emerges over the Junko screen, reading, “SING FOR YOUR FREEDOM!”

Namie lets out a soundless sigh. Across from her, Alter Junko’s smirk widens into a grin. Then she leans in to the microphone, lips a breath away, and sings a wordless melody.

“Lu lu, lu lu lu lu, lu lu lu, lu lu lulu… Lulululu lulu, lulu lululu lu…”

As her voice reverberates, the Polykuma in the crowd raise their paws and sway back and forth, several of them with lit lighters dotting the darkness. At the same time, starting from the floor up, the canisters begin to burst, splattering liquid nitrogen and instantly freezing everything in radius. The pyramid-stage shudders and shakes each time, but Namie’s voice never wavers, nor does her resigned, melancholy mien. The splashes climb further up and up the pyramid of assorted school junk, until they’re only a yard away from her platform.

The neon sign flips then to a hot pink message: “TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH!”

“And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...” Namie sings, motionless, as the liquid nitrogen canisters shatter and splatter up to the underside of her stage raft. “Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful...”

The room shudders one last time as her vibrato stills. Then Namie shuts her eyes and heaves herself on top of the chair back railing in front of her--and an explosion ROCKS everything, from the pyramid to the Polykuma to the Alter Junko screen. Water roars in as Namie struggles to keep her balance, and then a thick mist shrouds the room.

An outline of a hand darkens the air before Namie. She hesitates, then leaps for it. The mist obscures the rest.

## Alternate Sequence

A description of a successful version of They're Playing Our Song was included in another chapter.

*Excerpt taken from Chapter 82 of Danganronpa 4: Paradise on the Hopeful Planet*

One spotlight, then two, then three, illuminate Namie, standing alone on a stage in front of a microphone. Before her is a crowd of Polykuma, and across from her is the smirking image of Junko, seated with legs crossed on a couch for two next to Monokuma, projected on a large HD screen. Beneath Namie, the stage rumbles, then collapses in a circle around her. The patch of flooring that remains floats like a raft on the ocean atop a pyramid of broken desks and chairs and rises. Soon, the heap is twenty feet in the air, with Namie perched on top precariously with her mike, her only safety railing two chair backs in front of her. Attached all throughout and within the pyramid are a multitude of foot-long containers marked “liquid N.”

A green-lettered sign emerges over the Junko screen, reading, “SING FOR YOUR FREEDOM!”

Namie lets out a soundless sigh. Across from her, Alter Junko’s smirk widens into a grin. Then she leans in to the microphone, lips a breath away, and sings a wordless melody.

“Lu lu, lu lu lu lu, lu lu lu, lu lu lulu… Lulululu lulu, lulu lululu lu…”

As her voice reverberates, the Polykuma in the crowd raise their paws and sway back and forth, several of them with lit lighters dotting the darkness. At the same time, starting from the floor up, the canisters begin to burst, splattering liquid nitrogen and instantly freezing everything in radius. The pyramid-stage shudders and shakes each time, but Namie’s voice never wavers, nor does her resigned, melancholy mien. The splashes climb further up and up the pyramid of assorted school junk, until they’re only a yard away from her platform.

The neon sign flips then to a hot pink message: “TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH!”

“And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...” Namie sings, motionless, as the liquid nitrogen canisters shatter and splatter up to the underside of her stage raft. “Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful...”

The ice closes in around Namie’s feet as her vibrato stills. Then she shuts her eyes and heaves herself on top of the chair back railing in front of her. She gazes down at the Polykuma, still waving their paws, and then up at Alter Junko, whose crossed legs jiggle as she yawns and checks her wristwatch.

Then, the second before the pyramid-stage freezes over entirely, Namie leaps forward. It seems for an instant like she hovers in midair like an angel taking flight; then, as all things must, she drops.

As one, every Polykuma beneath her unsheathes their claws and skewers Namie on impact.

She vomits blood, her hair tumbling down around her head. With exaggerated care, the Polykuma lay her down on the floor, then scurry away, leaving her to bleed out. Namie coughs twice, then, with great effort, lifts her head to peer with blurring eyes up at Junko… in time for Junko to uncross her legs and walk off without a second glance, leaving Monokuma to tilt over and fall lifelessly across the couch.

She can only watch with deepening despair. Then she lays her head down on one side, gazing at her left hand with quivering eyes as her blood pools. Behind her, the pyramid-stage cracks, shatters, and collapses, sending a wave of liquid nitrogen to deluge her. The excess washes away, but Namie’s corpse remains submerged, now and forevermore an exquisitely hopeless ice statue.