BlissfulFarrago wrote:My feet crunched onto the ground, the sound sudden in the silence. Faster, faster I ran, the sound echoing off the cliffsides. I was going to make it. I was. But then I felt a familiar, sharp feeling encase my body, and the edges of my vision tinged with blue. I fell to the ground, slicing myself open in several places on the sharp gravel. I lay motionless, paralyzed. Crap.
They call it a city. You call it a prison. They may be able to trick the poor simpletons, but not you. You know that there's no danger out there. All the danger is in here.
Of course, it might have been better to keep it a secret. Because they found out, they have put you in prison. Excuse me, a prison-within-a-prison. Well, not technically. But it sounds better that way, doesn't it? The prison is outside the city--or prison, if you prefer. Official word is that no such prison-within-(but-not)-a-prison exists. Who says so? Why, they do, of course. Criminals are set free, according to they. Well...not "free," but "exiled." Into the horrid, soul-wrenching, blood-lusting darkness, of course, where if you kill one monster, another one will eat you while you gloat. At least that's what they say. In actual fact, they do set the criminals free--excuse me, "exile" them. The murderers and thieves and such. But those sad, stupid slaves wouldn't know freedom if it hit them in the head with a lead pipe. In fact, the criminals end up killing themselves or each other before realizing they're safer than they've ever been. Quite ingenious, aren't they?
But you were too smart for that, weren't you? You know what they say--ignorance is bliss...No, no, not they, THEY--just the average "they." You really are quite impossible. But don't you wish that you could have stayed blissfully ignorant? Of course not, you'd rather be fed to the dogs than be one in the slavering masses! No, you are much, much smarter than that. Well, of course, you are they one stuck in the prison-within-(but-not)-a-prison, aren't you?
Anyway, try to keep up, will you? You're stuck. I'll bet that's news to you, right? Ahaha.... You want out, into the wild, excuse me, the horrid, soul-wrenching, blood-lusting darkness. But they won't let you! You're doomed to spend the rest of you're lives--no matter how short they may be, ahaha--in that prison. But still! You persevere in your escape attempts--it really is quite tiring. All that happens is that the wardens should you with they're little zappy-thingamabobbers, paralyze you, drag you back. I suppose you'll never escape, hmmm? Ah, well, keep trying. It's pretty interesting to see you fight against they...
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