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O... oh. Guess I should... keep on my best behavior.

Good Lord, may their souls rest in peace, killed unexpectedly doing their duties.

Schultz128 wrote:The name is Dante.

I was in a prison transport for hard labor along with four other prisoners, although the three guards had left me in the truck because they felt some form of pity for having a 74 year old man do back breaking work. However, there is little for a man to do in a cage except to hone the body, and most look over my muscular makeup.

Oddly enough, there was a key in the transport van hidden in the dust, I assume from one of the bumbling guards.

The key unlocked my restraints and I strangled the guard outside the truck with the chains. The second guard didn't hear the bullet chamber, the third guard didn't react fast enough to the smell of gunpowder, and the other four prisoners made the mistake of thinking that there were friends among prisoners.

I took the guard uniform with the least amount of stains and booked it West.

Damn! That's pretty impressive, you know~!

So... no one knows why we're here? No like uh, message or anything?

renetear wrote:Good Lord, may their souls rest in peace, killed unexpectedly doing their duties.

They ignored their duties and proper routine, the reason it was unexpected was because they were hardly guards at all.

The third guard caught his gun on his holster when he tried to draw it, and he had been there for the past 13 years. It was an embarrassment, if anything.

The prisoners, however, would have either flipped on me when eventually caught or gone on to do the heinous things they undoubtedly did. The other four bullets of the guard's revolver found themselves nested in each of their heads shortly before my departure.

Schultz128 wrote:The name is Dante.

I was in a prison transport for hard labor along with four other prisoners, although the three guards had left me in the truck because they felt some form of pity for having a 74 year old man do back breaking work. However, there is little for a man to do in a cage except to hone the body, and most look over my muscular makeup.

Oddly enough, there was a key in the transport van hidden in the dust, I assume from one of the bumbling guards.

The key unlocked my restraints and I strangled the guard outside the truck with the chains. The second guard didn't hear the bullet chamber, the third guard didn't react fast enough to the smell of gunpowder, and the other four prisoners made the mistake of thinking that there were friends among prisoners.

I took the guard uniform with the least amount of stains and booked it West.

So you... killed people? Ordinary people who were doing there job? Prisoners whom were just giving out there sentence?

And that doesn't... bother you?

Context is important, Lampyris...? Names nowadays are getting odd....no offense, of course.

The guards were just as innocent as the rapists and murderers imprisoned alongside me.

Ah... Yeah... Lovely.

Schultz128 wrote:

renetear wrote:Good Lord, may their souls rest in peace, killed unexpectedly doing their duties.

They ignored their duties and proper routine, the reason it was unexpected was because they were hardly guards at all.

The third guard caught his gun on his holster when he tried to draw it, and he had been there for the past 13 years. It was an embarrassment, if anything.

The prisoners, however, would have either flipped on me when eventually caught or gone on to do the heinous things they undoubtedly did. The other four bullets of the guard's revolver found themselves nested in each of their heads shortly before my departure.

That's... still 7 counts of second degree murder, sure maybe they weren't trained as well as they should be, but if you were innocent you definitely aren't now. May the lord forgive me for this statement but as much as I would wish death on certain criminals, couldn't you have just left at that point?

renetear wrote:

Schultz128 wrote:
They ignored their duties and proper routine, the reason it was unexpected was because they were hardly guards at all.

The third guard caught his gun on his holster when he tried to draw it, and he had been there for the past 13 years. It was an embarrassment, if anything.

The prisoners, however, would have either flipped on me when eventually caught or gone on to do the heinous things they undoubtedly did. The other four bullets of the guard's revolver found themselves nested in each of their heads shortly before my departure.

That's... still 7 counts of second degree murder, sure maybe they weren't trained as well as they should be, but if you were innocent you definitely aren't now. May the lord forgive me for this statement but as much as I would wish death on certain criminals, couldn't you have just left at that point?

Please give us something to believe in, Dante.

I mean... who are we to...

*he sighs*

We weren't there I guess... you're not gonna, turn on us right?... I'm kind of curious as to what your decision was in that room back there now.

...Hey guys? I just made a sudden realization.

Eh? What is it?

Why... is one the areas on the map labelled "Escape"?

Uhhh, what map?

The... map?

PResumably the on the wall? Dunno, haven't taken a look at it.

Oh I didn't see that. What's it say?

The yellow... line? It has two stops only, I can't make out the first one... and the second one just says "Escape". I'm... not sure I understand.

*Greirat nods in acceptance of Dante's story*
Makes sense, for you it was kill or be killed. They were simply in the way. They were not innocent because they acted as representatives of a system set to falsly imprison you. The prisoners were then your responsibility after taking out the guards and the only way to assure they would not do evil's on to others with your limited time was to end them.
*Greirat glances at the map again*
I don't know, but I assume it has to do with the guy who kidnapped us.

I don't think that's how that works...

Uh but anyway, that could just be an emergency exit.

Dante audibly grumbles, a grumble of both tiredness and aggravation.

55 years.

55 years I spent trapped within a facility filled with street filth, murderers, rapists, corruption, greed, and abuse. Traitors and acts of treason are valued just as high as these crimes, and I found myself mixed in with it all for something I did not commit.

55 years I spent surrounded by my enemy, of those who blame me for causing the government collapse and bringing the ongoing conflicts as they continue to grow with every passing day in parallel with their hatred towards me. No protection from the guards, no special benefits but rather negatives, and the constant task of looking over my own shoulder to see who would stab me in the back when my eye had already suffered the same fate.

55 years of boiling over emotions of fear, hopelessness, uncertainty, depression, and most of all anger.

The wrath of a man is not measured by his violence, but by what measures he will go to in order to bring retribution to all that has wronged him. Even with the murder of corrupt officials or street filth, the wrath within a man cannot die out until the source of all his misfortune atones for their wrong doings. To ensure this is accomplished, with my limited life becoming ever so more limited as each new day passes, I took the opportunity's open hand by the throat in a stranglehold and ensured I would be able to achieve my freedom. No half measures.

With this in mind, and the knowledge of my age slowly dimming the light of my life day by day, will you continue to criminalize me to the same lengths as those filth?

I am... lost right now. Haha... why would we get... kidnapped at a time like this? Hahahaha... I-Is Camilla telling the truth? We aren't possibly going to die here... right?

I...I'm... *he yawns and proceeds to sit against one of the walls and lowers his head* I'm just gonna doze for a bit... clear my head, yeah?

That was very interesting Dante! I enjoyed it.