Yeah I broke into a prison. From the outside, that is. It’s just me.
“Just dropped by to say hi” kinda smashing reinforced glass didn’t make the occupants happy, so I decided to kill their hulkish, brutish guards to make 'em really jolly. They kept rioting, so I decided to make 'em all even more jolly so I tossed a handful of dynamite sticks (active) at the main entrance bars. And the Secubots enjoyed the sound, and responded with shooting Z cops that had the misfortune of sticking around that long. After they decided to stall a full frontal assault on my arse, those couple of jerks got their canned ass whopped big-time. After just entering the beneath-ground levels hoping to find a workshop (you devs!) I realized there were even more of the jolly folk underground, and in front of my, now empty, gun. And so I ran, and the crowd chanted my name, rattling the bars along the way. Oh, the sweet, amazing grace when I saw them pouring from downstairs… After I got out of a really, really good old-fashioned brawl I just decided to cauterize myself to sleep. Being that the place is crawling with the undead, I picked a lock to a nice little cell to spend the night. Closed it from the inside, too. The dark cell.
As the undead roosters sounded themselves, I found myself in a locked cell. Spent the next 45 minutes of ingame time trying to pick the bastard, all starved and dry-mouthed as a prisoner in an undead-managed prison can get. Sweating all the way, I was glad to find some meat soup, canned for all my impatient bar-rattling. I kept thinking about how I could’ve ended my existence in that joint, filled to the top with rotting flesh, the fruit of my work.
