Hey guys ive been getting requests to do another forum game so here it is.
This one is more prison based and will probably start 1-7 days after my previous one, Nations At War, ends.
Heres the into.
You wipe the sweat off your brow as you swing your pick again and again at the neverending wall of stone. You hear the crack of the whip from the guards and the scream of agony from one of your cell mates. You hear a shout of "Coal!", and think to yourself, "Lucky bastard, he's gonna get off early". Then you shudder as you hear the roar from the guard, "YOU LIENG S***, THIS IS FLINT!". You hear the sharp metallic sound as the guard draws his sword. "No, No, sir im sorry, no NO NO!" You hear the dull thud of the head hitting the floor. You and the miners around you stop mining for a second and hold a moment of silence for your dead comrade, and begin mining again. You recall the vivid image of you and your friends in the court, the clang of the judges hammer, and the jibes you and your friends suffered as you were frog-marched to the prison bus. the word "GUILTY" rang clear in your mind as you and your friends were pelted from above by the public. "You did the crime, now do the time" was what the sign said as you entered the compound for the first time. -Back to Present- The bell sounds and you collect all your things and head upwards toward the guard station. You hand over all your tools and glance at one of your new cell mates whipped for trying to smuggle a shiny rock he found. "Its for my daughter! Please sir send it to her, she loved these things!" The guards blank expression as he continues to whip the man shows that he is on of the Imoratles, Guards trained at the age of 3 to obey orders from those above them. They are immune to all pain and obey all orders without question. Unafraid to die, they are one of the many things keeping you in this S*** hole. You trudge your way to your cell that you share with your 14 friends, and again, are amazed at the small size of the cell. You make your way to the hole on the side and wait patiently as the guards slide food under it. You rake your portion and sit with your friends in silence as you eat. You go to pick up your bread when you see a peice of paper stuck to it. Careful not to let the guards see, you peel it off and read it. "21 days", it reads. All your friends have the same piece and all of it seems to be written in blood. You turn your head as you see guards drag a dead Imortale with creeper bits and skeleton arrows stuck out of him. Painted on his helmet in what you think is the same blood, the number 21, and you grin to yourself and your friends. You all know you have someone out there whos looking to break you out. You continue to eat silently, with the creepiest grin on your face...
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