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mishima-in-places-he-shouldnt-be · 1 year

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mishima shouldn't be in heavenly host elementary school (corpse party)

Kazumi Mishima shouldn't be in the hallway between the main building and second wing of Heavenly Host Elementary School!

#Mishima In Places He Shouldn't Be #Code Red: Mishima in Impending Danger #your turn to die #yttd #kazumi mishima #corpse party #heavenly host elementary #Wrong Schools Only

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haveyouseenthishorrormovie · 2 months

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SUMMARY: High school students are whisked away to a haunted graduation ceremony for Heavenly Host Elementary School, forced to close after a series of gruesome murders. What fate awaits Naomi and her friends at the cursed school…?

#corpse party (2015)#supernatural horror #ghost #2010s #japan #asian movie #horror #poll #movies

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school-of-all-time · 10 months

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Round Two, Bracket 8

#corpse party #the owl house #toh #polls #tumblr polls #bracket tournament #round two #bracket 8

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theyareweird · 22 days

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Corpse Party: Sachiko Shinozaki —Aesthetic

Sachiko Shinozaki's Character & Personality

Sachiko is the seven-year-old daughter of Seiji and Yoshie. She was a student at Heavenly Host Elementary School. While she was alive, Sachiko was a shy and reclusive girl who loved her mother dearly. Sadly, her death caused her to become a bitter and vengeful spirit. Consequent to her death, Sachiko became the sinister and murderous tyrant of Heavenly Host. She used her fatality to ensnare innocent victims to secure their demises. Customarily, Sachiko doesn't want to simply kill her victims but play with them, pretending to be their friends or letting them free to kill them later. She's typically accompanied by Yoshikazu Yanagihori, who brings and traps the victims for her. Sachiko first started trapping children in the school to prevent her mother from being lonely. Eventually, it became solely a source of amusement. In the end, Satoshi and the others proved to her nothing she did made her mother happy, which consumed Sachiko with remorse and substantiated her love for her mother is what mattered most to her. This earned her rights to enter the afterlife. Thereby, Sachiko conserved her loyalty to the Kisaragi survivors in Blood Drive. There, she's helpful and gives crucial information to help save others against a sadistic killer. Near the end, Sachiko saves the students by sacrificing her spirit energy without hesitation to do what's right and redeem herself.

#sachiko shinozaki #corpse party #anime #rpg horror game #japanese horror #supernatural #aesthetic #moodboard #art #ghost #spirit

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ingo-in-places-he-shouldnt-be · 2 years

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Ingo shouldn’t be lost in Heavenly Host Elementary School.

#Ingo in places he shouldn't be #Subway Boss Ingo #Warden Ingo #Pokemon #Corpse Party #blood tw

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etcrow · 2 years

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We are in this together

Genre: Angst, horror, splatter

Characters: GN!MC + The brothers, dateables and Luke.

Universe: Obey Me! x Corpse Party CH6

Warnings: physical and mental violence, intrusive thoughts, blood, deaths

A/N: likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

Word Count: 3424

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Asmo, Levi and Mammon sit on the ground for a few minutes, exhausted. The news that they had become human had shocked them. None of the three had spoken the whole time, only the sound of rain could be heard. They could not believe what that spirit had told them, and moreover, they were in danger of dying in there and never seeing MC and their brothers again.

Mammon stood up to go inspect the other classrooms on that floor and Asmo and Levi followed him in silence.

He entered an old classroom where he found some very old newspapers.

<> said one of the headlines.

Mammon picked up the newspaper and read the article.

Apparently, children had gone missing and were found inside Heavenly Host Elementary School brutally mutilated and lifeless along with one of their teachers, who was found alive but in a catatonic state holding a pair of scissors.

The demon had been silent for a moment, thinking about the ferocity with which they had killed and mutilated those children. He felt a strange twinge in his stomach.

Even he who was a demon found what they had done to those children horrifying and gruesome.

The children...? Mammon had remembered about the diary in the infirmary, written precisely by the school nurse. It talked about how a certain Sachiko, the daughter, would turn seven, and something told him he would find more answers there.

"I'm going back," he muttered distractedly, making the brothers turn around.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the infirmary to read that diary."

Asmo looked at him, incredulous. They were in danger of dying and he was thinking about that diary?

The avatar of lust shook his head, bringing his arms to his sides. "We risk death and you want to go around the school?"

"Do you want to come or not?" asked Mammon, impatiently. He would have gone there alone if he had to.

Asmo and Levi looked into each other's eyes. They could not let him go alone, so Asmo tapped Levi's shoulder, signaling for him to follow his brother.

The avatar of greed made his way to the infirmary at such a brisk pace that his brothers had struggled to follow him.

As soon as he had crossed the threshold of the infirmary, a strange sense of coldness had gripped him, making him shiver. He could hear the brothers' footsteps as they prepared to join him.

Mammon made his way to the desk and picked up the diary. Many of the pages that were previously glued together were now readable.

The nurse talked about how she loved the children at that school and how they loved her. She also talked about the daughter who was waiting for her for dinner.

As he turned those pages, he felt a strange sense of anguish growing inside him.

Suddenly, the woman had changed the subject. She talked about how the principal had stopped by the nurse's office to talk to her and how, all of a sudden, he had tried to harass her. She had escaped the principal's grasp and run away, falling ruinously down the stairs after the man had pushed her, dying from the fall.

Mammon had stood motionless for a second, rereading the last sentence. If she was dead how could she have written all that...?

He had continued reading this kind of post-mortem diary and learned that her daughter, Sachiko, had seen everything. The principal had caught her with ease and strangled her in front of her mother's lifeless body.

He had then arranged the woman's body as if it were an accident and buried the child in the basement.

The diary continued with the woman talking about how people had learned of her death; a horrible accident, they said.

In his mind, he could hear a voice repeating:

'I'm so alone. So very alone...

I want to see Sachiko again. I want to see the children again.

I will never forgive him for what he did.

I'll kill them all.'

Mammon felt colder and colder, but he could not stop reading that diary. Page after page, the coldness kept making its way inside him.

Sachiko...? The demon had continued reading, discovering that the spirit of that little girl kept killing innocent children to make her mother happy, but she sadly realized that she was not and wanted the little girl to stop.

According to that diary, the little girl killed anyone who entered that school and took their souls to please her mother.

After that, the pages were too worn and bloodstained to continue reading.

Asmo had touched his brother's shoulder, noticing how cold he was. Mammon's fingers had taken on a strange bluish hue.

His brother took the diary out of his hand, laying it on the desk. The avatar of greed looked at Asmo, rubbing his frozen hands together.

"Why is it so cold?"

"I don't know, but I don't like this."

Levi remained in the background, observing that room more closely. At the foot of the stove was a pack of matches. When he had picked it up, he had heard a childish laugh behind him. The demon had turned suddenly, but there was no one there. He no longer knew whether he was imagining things or not.

Inside the room he had found a strangely lit candle with a message carved on the floor.

"Guys..." Levi had called out to the two brothers, a puff of smoke had come out of his mouth because of the cold.

The two demons turned toward him, joining him.

"Solomon left a message."

"How is that possible? The spirit said they are in the school, but in another astral plane."

"Perhaps we can interact with each other through these candles and the engraved messages, as did all those who left a message before they died"

The three had exchanged a look of understanding, and Levi took the house keys from his pocket and carved the phrase 'Levi, Mammon and Asmo' on the floor.

Asmo had mumbled a 'Why did you write my name last?" and Levi snorted.

The demon heard that ghostly laughter again, this time in the direction of the beds. Mammon blinked, a sign that he had heard it too, and ran out of the room.

'That idiot' muttered Asmo, but as soon as Mammon had stepped outside the door, it had closed abruptly, trapping Levi and Asmo inside the infirmary.

The major started banging his fists against the door. "Guys, this is not funny."

"It wasn't us, the door closed on its own."

The two brothers tried to open the door, but to their surprise, hair was tangled all around it, blocking it. They could sense a malevolent presence holding the door firmly shut with that hair. Behind them they could hear the sound of someone frantically writing in that journal.

Asmo had turned slowly, seeing that the lamp on the desk was lit.

Levi tried to approach the desk, but a mysterious force had repelled him.

A strange dark cloud had formed all around Asmo and slowly took the shape of a person. Positioned behind him, the shadow begun to strangle Asmo, while that malevolent force had flung Levi away, knocking him unconscious.

Mammon, on the other side, had continued to slam his fists against the surface of the door.

"Asmo, Levi. What's going on?"

Asmo was trying, to no avail, to stop that presence from strangling him. He felt his breathing getting shorter and shorter, his head was spinning, and he felt the grip on his throat getting tighter.

He had almost lost consciousness when he heard a glass bottle shatter against the door and a strange smell of alcohol make its way into his nostrils.

Levi, still half dazed from the blow to the head, was standing in front of him, holding the lit candle. The presence had stopped, looking at him insistently.

"Get the fuck out of here or I swear I'll set the room on fire."

The presence let go of Asmo, suddenly disappearing into thin air. The avatar of lust fell to the floor, gasping for air. Levi had set fire to the hair, which, thanks to the alcohol used as an accelerant, had caught fire and disappeared.

The door had opened and Mammon ran inside. He bent down to rescue his brother, but Asmo had pushed him away.

"You're a fucking coward, that's what you are! You ran away and I was going to die."

Mammon fell to the ground from the push and looked at his brother, his eyes wide with surprise. "Asmo, I..."

"You WHAT? You are and always will be a useless coward. You are of no use, you only put us in the shit."

The elder wanted to hearten his brother, but his voice died in his throat. Instead of saying what he wanted, horrible words had come out of his mouth. Words he would never have allowed himself to say to his brother. "I'm sick of you and your fucking whining, all right? I've put up with you for years. These shoes are signed, my hands are dry. You know what? I can't stand you anymore. Go be a slut somewhere else."

Silence had fallen in the room and Asmo was bleached. Levi could not speak, and Mammon was silent, realizing what had come out of his mouth. The avatar of lust stood up, running out of the room. Levi had tried to chase after him, but he was still shaken by the blow he had taken to the head and had slipped to the floor.

Mammon had tried to yell at him to turn back, that he was sorry, but he was unable to say anything. He felt a strange lump in his throat, as if something was stuck.

Shortly thereafter, he had begun to have violent retches of vomiting that grew stronger and more frequent. He felt his stomach turn over as he made those horrid noises, then he had finally vomited and to his horror had felt something slimy run down his throat. He had looked down and seen hair tangled together with his vomit. That was what kept him from speaking.

Levi watched the scene, shocked, and approached his brother. "Mammon... we have to go find Asmo."

"I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say those things. Someone was talking in my place. Levi, I swear to you, I didn't mean to, I..." the demon had started repeating that sentence as if it were a mantra, and Levi had laid a hand on his shoulder, looking at him. "This school wants to separate us Mammon. We have to go to find Asmo."

Mammon stood up wearily and helped his brother to his feet, supporting him. "Let's go get Asmo..."

Diavolo regained his senses, and a dazzling light hurt his eyes. The demon had awkwardly set himself down on the cold floor of that room unknown to him and brought a hand to his head. It ached so badly and the strong musty smell was making him nauseous. He looked around, unable to figure out where he might be. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, but he still could not figure out what kind of place that was. Around him he could see school desks too small for an adult or a boy and an obvious state of disrepair. It definitely had to be a school, but it was certainly not RAD.

"Barbatos...?" the demon muttered and immediately heard noises coming from across the room.

"My lord are you all right...? You have been unconscious for a long time and I have been worried."

Diavolo nodded, seeing the silhouette of Barbatos making his way across the room, occasionally illuminated by flashes of lightning. It was pouring rain outside, and the rumble of thunder was deafening.

Barbatos approached him and knelt down. He then helped Diavolo to his feet. The two demons had looked around and another flash of lightning had lit up the room.

"I think MC's ritual was cursed..." Barbatos whispered and Diavolo nodded. The fall, the earthquake-it was all too suspicious. The two demons taken their DDDs and lit their flashlights, illuminating the room.

It was in an obvious state of decay and the floor had several holes all around it.

The professor's desk was filled with old worn and yellowed by time papers, and on the blackboard could be read the words 'We are all rat food.'

At those words, Barbatos had turned up his nose in indignation. Filthy beasts, rats.

Diavolo walked over to the desk, picking up the old papers and looking for something useful.

The two demons looked at each other, nodding. They were right, that situation reeked of a curse from a mile away. Diavolo remembered the ritual done by MC and also Barbatos. Both pulled their student IDs from their pockets, but only Diavolo had the mysterious piece of paper still with him. "A pity," Barbatos had mentioned, "I'm afraid I lost mine during the fall."

Diavolo observed the fragile fragment of paper in his hands and put it back.

At their feet was a streak of what most likely had to be dried blood.

The two demons followed the trail to outside the courtroom, finding the now advanced decomposing remains of someone. Neither of them had batted an eyelid at seeing that pile of rotting flesh that used to be a person lying there on the floor. That body was too small to be one of them nor did it wear RAD's colors.

Barbatos had almost flinched when he saw a rat come out of the poor unfortunate's mouth.

"Forgive me, young lord, but I just don't digest rats...."

"Don't worry, Barbatos. It's okay."

They had both looked around, trying to figure out what kind of place that was. It was very likely that it was an elementary school, given those documents, probably human, but they did not understand what kind of curse or ritual could bring them to a dilapidated school.

As they passed by one of the other classrooms, Diavolo felt a presence, as if someone was there with them and had just passed by them. 'MC...?" the demon whispered and Barbatos turned away, nodding. "I heard it too."

To their amazement there was no one there with them, but they had both felt that curious presence pass by them.

Barbatos stepped forward, offering to lead the way, and as they descended the stairs to the lower floor, an earthquake tremor nearly threw them to the ground. Diavolo had almost fallen down the stairs, but Barbatos had caught him just in time.

There was a complete lack of power on the lower floor, and the only source of light came from the flashes outside and the flashlights of their DDDs.

Barbatos took the trouble to lead the young lord down the school corridors, and their path had led them inside another classroom.

Half the floor had collapsed and the remaining part was in a pitiful but still walkable state.

In front of them, the sad scene of two skeletons holding hands was illuminated by their flashlights. They had probably accepted their end and preferred to die together. At their feet was a sheet of paper:

The two demons cast a glance at each other, noting with deep horror that those two skeletons were wearing RAD uniforms, but neither of them recognized either their names or the photos in their ID tags.

They didn't even remember hearing about the disappearance or death of any of the school's students in recent years, if not centuries. Especially since getting the better of a demon was something very complex and required high skills even to take down or subdue a minor demon. "I don't like this," Diavolo pointed out.

Barbatos nodded, bringing a hand to the demon's shoulder. "Fear not, my lord. We are in this together."

On the blackboard, someone had carved the words 'It's not the children's fault' almost as if they had swiped their fingernails against the black surface.

At the feet of the two bodies, along with the paper, was a key with the tag 'janitor's room' attached to the handle.

Diavolo picked it up, while Barbatos had inspected the floor plan of the school hanging on one of the classroom walls. The words 'You are here ... forever' were written on their current location with an x showing where they were.

To Barbatos it all looked like the sad plot of a cheap story written for some video game Levi liked to play with Diavolo.

The young lord approached him and pointed with his finger to a red rectangle on the floor plan that said 'custodian' in clear letters.

Fortunately for them, it was only a few steps away from that classroom.

The two demons walked down the east wing of the first floor to reach the custodian's room; a locked red door was the boundary between them and the inside.

Diavolo took out the key and introduced it into the lock, turning it carefully. The door opened, emitting a sinister squeak. Strangely, the light still worked there.

There was an old television set from the human world and a VCR.

The calendar marked the month of October 1975, dried blood stains were scattered on the paper surface.

Barbatos tried to turn on the television, but to no avail. It did not seem to work.

Diavolo remained observing the entries on the calendar, noticing the words 'Behind You' written at the end of the page. The demon raised an eyebrow, but you know, curiosity is too much, and when he turned to look, the power had suddenly gone out and a flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing the presence of a huge man behind Barbatos, holding an axe. Diavolo opened his mouth to yell at Barbatos to move away, but the man behind him had raised the weapon too quickly, thrusting it into the demon's head and causing him to collapse on the floor with a broken skull and brain matter spilled on the floor.

Diavolo was left staring wide-eyed as some of Barbatos' blood landed on him, along with pieces of his brain.

The man, meanwhile, had pulled the axe out of Barbatos' open skull, which lay now dead on the ground, intent on wanting to take the young lord's life as well.

The energetic man uttered an inhuman cry, spitting and drooling, while Diavolo had recovered and lashed out at him, struggling against him. The demon had strangely found himself getting the worst of it, the man showing superhuman strength. He almost knocked him to the ground when the man uttered a cry as he pointed his eyes to the sky and collapsed on the ground beside Barbatos' lifeless body.

Diavolo turned to look and the silhouette of Lucifer covered in blood from head to toe was in front of him with a crowbar in his hand, a weapon he had used to knock the monster to the ground. Diavolo took the axe from the man's hands and thrust it into his head over and over again, smearing the walls of the room with blood and brain matter.

The avatar of pride took the axe from his hands, stopping him. He threw himself to the floor and picked up Barbatos' body, bursting into silent weeping.

"What the hell is going on, Lucifer...?"

The demon looked down at poor lifeless Barbatos at his feet in Diavolo's arms and sighed bitterly. "It's a long story..."

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uebermacht · 2 years

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To celebrate Halloween this year, I’m thinking of exploring Heavenly Host Elementary School and finally playing Corpse Party. Is that a good idea?

#like I kinda like horror but I'm not that fond of gore #and I know that this one is probably very gory #at least I heard the famously bad anime adaption was #hmmm #video games #corpse party #halloween

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flyatahighergame-arch · 2 years

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A HALLOWEEN STORY EVENT; SACHIKO EVER AFTER

An elementary school was torn down following the murders and disappearances of several of it’s staff and students, Heavenly Host Elementary School -- But another school Kisaragi Academy was built over the elementary school site.

One night, a group of students at Kisaragi Academy were telling ghost stories --- unfortunately... sometimes stories become reality. Especially when you perform a ritual in a place of the DEAD

This event can likely contain the following triggers and more--

Being buried alive, Cannibalism, suicide, suicide idealization, abuse, murder, plenty of gore. You name it, it’s in this fucking franchise. Please blacklist the tag if that triggers you (and to my event participates please USE this tag.): HALLOWEEN STORY; SACHIKO EVER AFTER

I am happy to write your muses into this thread idea/storyline, but keep in mind, I am controlling the school, the enemies, the outcomes. Play it safe. Or don’t.

Will you survive Heavenly Host Elementary?

In order to participate, LIKE OR REBLOG THIS POST (reblogs preferred), and join our DISCORD SERVER it is extremely likely your muse will die in HORRID ways in this storyline. Keep in mind this is an 18+ Only event

#HALLOWEEN STORY; SACHIKO EVER AFTER #➢ Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛ; ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ɪs ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ (self promote)

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evilnicegirl · 2 years

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never shoulda smoke that shit nowim at heavenly host elementary school

#corpse party

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despair-to-future-arcs · 3 months

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This school looks leagues above Heavenly Host elementary.

Well I mean, this is the tragedy and sadly a lot of schools got hit pretty hard by Ultimate Despair, I'm honestly surprise this school was still standing.

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #ds ep 8 #katsuo yasuda #anonymous

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theotakufiles · 7 months

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Corpse Party Manga

In the eerie halls of a demolished school, a group of high school students find themselves trapped in a nightmarish reality known as Heavenly Host Elementary. With no way out and a dark past haunting each of them, they must work together to uncover the mysteries behind this cursed place and escape before it claims their lives. The Corpse Party series is a gripping tale of survival filled with supernatural horrors, twisted friendships, and heartbreaking decisions that will test the strength of their souls. Delving into the depths of fear and despair, it explores themes such as guilt, redemption, and the unyielding bonds forged through shared trauma. Brace yourself for an intense journey where every step brings them closer to salvation... or to their doom.

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#Corpse Party #Manga #drawing #animefans #mangastyle

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Rev. Moon's followers turn Brazil swamp into paradise

▲ Pictured: First map shows both Puerta Leda / Project Leda in Paraguay and Jardim in Brazil, and the smaller map below the first map points out Jardim / New Hope.

Reuters, Dec. 7, 1999 By Noriko Yamaguchi

JARDIM, Brazil, Dec. 7, 1999 (Reuters) - The Rev. Sun Myung Moon was on vacation in Brazil, fishing on the fringes of a huge marsh, when he decided to turn the uncultivated land into paradise.

In just five years since that revelation, the controversial leader of the Unification Church has built a secretive community for his followers -- known to their critics as "Moonies" -- in an area roughly the size of Chicago.

It is found amid wide stretches of rocky infertile farmland in the middle of nowhere, at the end of the world's largest swampland called the Pantanal and a good four-hour drive from Brazil's southwestern city of Campo Grande.

Moon's disciples say he was attracted to the area precisely because it was so remote.

"Why Brazil? Because this place is so underdeveloped and protected from the evils of civilisation. The Reverend thinks this is the best place to practice heavenly life on Earth," said Joo Hyun Lip, education leader for Moon's believers in Jardim.

An imposing white gate at the entrance says "New Hope -- East Garden," a reference to both the surrounding town of Jardim -- Garden in Portuguese -- and to the Garden of Eden. Security guards protect the sprawling community that already has apartment houses for up to 2,000 people, an elementary school, a market and a big temple.

Several hundred church members from the United States, Japan and South Korea flock to this no-man's-land every month, paying a $1,000 fee to pray under the scorching sun and fish in "sacred" lakes once visited by their leader.

Moon's landing in Jardim originally mystified locals who wondered what interest a Korean could have on this side of the world. The 80-year-old religious leader responded by opening up the doors to his empire, allowing dozens of local peasants to come and experience a disciple's life.

Buying Land To Help Illiterate Peasants

Some 100 locals, mostly unmarried, now come to New Hope every month to learn how to read and write. They also receive free meals if they will tolerate several hours of sermons.

New Hope also recruits a handful of young workers to brave long, sweaty days ploughing dusty soil and building dams around mosquito-infested swamps as well as constructing a retirement house for Moon. In return, all the workers get three meals a day with rice and traditional Korean pickles.

This is Moon's way of enlisting new followers from Brazil -- the country with the world's largest Catholic population -- after suffering a drop of popularity in South Korea, Japan and his adopted home, the United States.

"We are educating the poor locals, whose grandfathers were illiterate, whose fathers were illiterate and whose sons will also probably be illiterate," said Cesar Zaduski, the group's Brazilian leader in Jardim.

But millionaire Moon's unusually large purchase of land has started to raise official eyebrows. He took advantage of the country's steep currency devaluation this year to snap up more land around New Hope and cast his net into Paraguay, Brazil's neighbour on the other side of the Pantanal swamps.

Moon says he needs the land to construct a university and a giant soccer stadium to hold his famous mass wedding ceremonies in Brazil. Cash-strapped local landowners were more than happy to trade their uncultivated property for his generous dollars.

The local population had already warmed to Moon after he donated 28 ambulances to poor municipalities and hosted barbecue parties where he gave away imported television sets as prizes. But some Brazilian officials doubt his goodwill.

Officials Worry About Drug Paradise Or Tax Haven

Authorities started questioning Moon's ambitious expansion plans after local police reported two foreigners were found drowned in nearby lakes last year. Police said the victims had actually drowned fishing, but the incident aroused suspicion and the state government of Mato Grosso launched an investigation with the Federal Police into Moon's activities.

They want to know where the money for the land purchases is coming from and what the territory is being used for.

"The Federal Police's major concern is that a lot of drug trafficking goes on in the very region where Moon is buying land," said Rilton Araujo, police chief in Jardim, some 50 miles (80 km) from the border with Paraguay and not far from Bolivia.

Authorities say Brazil is a gateway for selling illegal drugs produced in those two countries.

Jardim Mayor Marcio Monteiro also fears New Hope could be used as a tax haven, pointing to Moon's history of being jailed for tax evasion in the United States in the 1970s.

"They should be paying taxes in Jardim. They are not just a religious organisation but they are actually in a business of accommodation," he said of the thousands of Moon's followers who stay at New Hope.

Moon, who has spent $30 million buying land around Jardim, already owns a bank, hotel and newspaper network in Uruguay as part of his financial ventures. His varied assets in the United States include a Washington-based newspaper, a New York travel agency and an Alaskan seafood canning business.

While locals generally welcome his largess, the Catholic Church is not happy to see his preaching, blending Buddhism, Christianity and Confucianism, spread its influence in Jardim.

"Their geographic expansion is worrying," local priest Bruno Brugnolaro said. "Moon's belief of substituting for Jesus Christ is absurd."

While the religious threat posed by Moon seems remote since Brazil already has a wide range of obscure religious groups of its own, the authorities have definitely tuuned in their radar toward possible drug-related problems or tax-avoidance issues.

"At this point it's more like the locals are just trying to find out what they are all about," said Jardim police chief Araujo. "I think a lot of them are actually opportunists who are even trying to make money out of the Moonies' presence, but it's certainly becoming a big issue."