I checked out the weirdly named boxes sent along with the Prince of Tennis manga by Team DR. Now I finally have something to hope for and that’s not having _these fanworks_ become a part of my in-game memory…

You can laugh at my incompatibility with Brain Drive all you want. I know a certain someone who spends all their level points to stack skills that help them aim properly.

Come on. Join me in my stupidity.

Ultimate Prisoner? What talent is that?

You can’t tell what’ll happen in life, so you need to enjoy it while you can.

We fell apart pretty quick for a group that decided to be friends and work together.

Good grief, it's almost time for our group therapy. Saihara’s trying to pull out the names of Shinguuji's sister, Ouma's organization and my cat from our memories.

Harukawa and I were in the dining room, and Toujou said she’d serve our favorite drinks. She brought a black coffee for me and a cocoa for Harukawa. I agreed to swap mugs.

Ah… I just saw a cat.

Geez...don't go judging people by their appearance.

Idealistic thoughts like that won't save anyone. You might end up losing what you tried to save.

*Scores 95 on the 'Get your real age' test*

What on earth are you thinking? Why're you still here?

What am I doing? I'm draining this casino dry, so that you wouldn't even have a chance to try out the Treasure Hunt game when it opens. Trust me, it’s dangerous.

Good things... are when your wishes, hopes, or dreams are fulfilled, right? What does that have to do with someone like me with no wishes, hopes, or dreams?

What's worse than a reality TV killing game? The dub of a reality TV killing game.