(Eccentrically a repost, but since it's a reboot, I think it's worth it)
Florida, Bell. 20:00, 2026
The dark, grey-black sky's above offered no light whatsoever upon the work camp we start in. Ugly, badly-kept buildings that were barely identifiable as such were covered in mud, had holes all over them patched with old cloth, the musty, fowl, gut-renching smell of these houses holding people, barely alive, mostly dead however, people hung in the air for miles, the smell of rotting flesh was so fowl, the idea of just jamming a knife up your nose so you couldn't smell anymore sounded far more pleasant in comparison to this. Each building was just barebones, made out of random, mostly broken scraps of plywood and metal haphazardly slapped together and bound by old cloth, glue, and other things of that nature. The camp's dirt stayed soaked, either with blood from worker's feet or a fresh rain, the dirt hadn't been solid since the day the camp went up, and the low, earthy smell of rain always clung to the area as well with the putrid, obscene smell of maggot-covered human flesh. The camp was laid out in a square shape, electric fences surrounding the perimeter, it was as large as a gated community, tiny, insignificant houses and work stations here, there, everywhere, scattered across the area, save guards and non-captured workers rest houses and workplaces, like guard towers everywhere, and a large, black pole reserved for executions specifically in the middle of the camp, it has a few brown scaffolding on it..
Very far away, a large, elegant house, the size of a small mansion, guarded day in and day out, made elegantly and almost exactly like a smaller version of the White House in the front of the house, however it had graffiti and other defacement's on it. In there, elegant decorations, a ballroom, fifty bedrooms, a full staff of enslaved peoples, being cooks, maids, butlers, other house staff and the like, large entertainment rooms, gigantic bathrooms, and other things of the like, but not a musical instrument to be seen.
Inside of the house's for those who were captured, crammed wall-to-wall bunks, stuffed high with bodies of both dead and living, both female and male, illnesses everywhere from colds to cancer and AIDS could be contracted if you were stuffed into the wrong bunk that night. On most of these people, scraps of cloth lazily sewed together were their clothes, if they were newer in captivity, they might have the dull orange uniform that was issued to them, but most of the time, people ripped these clothes off of newcomers for themselves. Food, if you could call it that, was meat from an unknown source, or on a rare occasion, a rotten-vegetable soup, which tasted better than the mystery meat than many would get salmonella or would strait-up die from ingesting, and a few crumbs of old, stale, hard bread.
The day's would start by everyone, old, young, disabled, or fully capable, anyone who was able to do work worked, and even some who couldn't did as well, would be awoken by gunshots: A random person died every start of the day.next, if you were lucky, a shower, cold as could be done without it being ice strait from the faucet, although, sometimes it would freeze afterward. Next, you would put on your old clothing, or if you worked in a place with heavy machinery, you would put on a jumpsuit, and you were funneled off to work. Tireless hours of work, if you stopped when not told to, you were beaten, or killed. After about seventeen hours of work, we were taken out, into the yard, and someone would be executed, or we would be forced to stare at the scraching's on the wooden scaffolding, then, each and every one of us would be forced to read what it said or be executed then and there. It read:
"Day in, day out. Since the day of the White Inauguration, the sun hasn't shown past the dark, black clouds. All we can see is death, decay, and the blackness that was the once free, blue sky. I miss the blue sky. I miss my drumset I use to bang on all day, all night in my band. I miss the days we would play summer concerts, but most of all, I m" The rest of the words on the scaffolding were covered in dried, dark crimson blood, and were poorly etched into it, only barely visible. It was obviously scratched in with fingernails, so it wouldn't have taken much to hide what was written. Then, a speech was recited. "Those who have faith, those who think of returning to the life you knew, those who "Miss" the world as it was: You are the reason for your own suffering! You sad pieces of shit were meant to be killed here and now! But we're nice to you, and we let you live, most of the time. We feed and cloth and give shelter, we protect you from the outside world and from your own minds and ability's because you're dangerous to us all!" The speech would continue for some time from that opening, but would have different middles and ends. Afterwards, another one to three hours of work, then we would be allowed to sleep for a hour at most, then wake up and do it all over again.
-Day One-
"Bang!" The sound of a gun being fired off in the room. Time to get going...
(All players are in the same room, time for you to get up and start the day.)
(Eccentrically a repost, but since it's a reboot, I think it's worth it)
Florida, Bell. 20:00, 2026
The dark, grey-black sky's above offered no light whatsoever upon the work camp we start in. Ugly, badly-kept buildings that were barely identifiable as such were covered in mud, had holes all over them patched with old cloth, the musty, fowl, gut-renching smell of these houses holding people, barely alive, mostly dead however, people hung in the air for miles, the smell of rotting flesh was so fowl, the idea of just jamming a knife up your nose so you couldn't smell anymore sounded far more pleasant in comparison to this. Each building was just barebones, made out of random, mostly broken scraps of plywood and metal haphazardly slapped together and bound by old cloth, glue, and other things of that nature. The camp's dirt stayed soaked, either with blood from worker's feet or a fresh rain, the dirt hadn't been solid since the day the camp went up, and the low, earthy smell of rain always clung to the area as well with the putrid, obscene smell of maggot-covered human flesh. The camp was laid out in a square shape, electric fences surrounding the perimeter, it was as large as a gated community, tiny, insignificant houses and work stations here, there, everywhere, scattered across the area, save guards and non-captured workers rest houses and workplaces, like guard towers everywhere, and a large, black pole reserved for executions specifically in the middle of the camp, it has a few brown scaffolding on it..
Very far away, a large, elegant house, the size of a small mansion, guarded day in and day out, made elegantly and almost exactly like a smaller version of the White House in the front of the house, however it had graffiti and other defacement's on it. In there, elegant decorations, a ballroom, fifty bedrooms, a full staff of enslaved peoples, being cooks, maids, butlers, other house staff and the like, large entertainment rooms, gigantic bathrooms, and other things of the like, but not a musical instrument to be seen.
Inside of the house's for those who were captured, crammed wall-to-wall bunks, stuffed high with bodies of both dead and living, both female and male, illnesses everywhere from colds to cancer and AIDS could be contracted if you were stuffed into the wrong bunk that night. On most of these people, scraps of cloth lazily sewed together were their clothes, if they were newer in captivity, they might have the dull orange uniform that was issued to them, but most of the time, people ripped these clothes off of newcomers for themselves. Food, if you could call it that, was meat from an unknown source, or on a rare occasion, a rotten-vegetable soup, which tasted better than the mystery meat than many would get salmonella or would strait-up die from ingesting, and a few crumbs of old, stale, hard bread.
The day's would start by everyone, old, young, disabled, or fully capable, anyone who was able to do work worked, and even some who couldn't did as well, would be awoken by gunshots: A random person died every start of the day.next, if you were lucky, a shower, cold as could be done without it being ice strait from the faucet, although, sometimes it would freeze afterward. Next, you would put on your old clothing, or if you worked in a place with heavy machinery, you would put on a jumpsuit, and you were funneled off to work. Tireless hours of work, if you stopped when not told to, you were beaten, or killed. After about seventeen hours of work, we were taken out, into the yard, and someone would be executed, or we would be forced to stare at the scraching's on the wooden scaffolding, then, each and every one of us would be forced to read what it said or be executed then and there. It read:
"Day in, day out. Since the day of the White Inauguration, the sun hasn't shown past the dark, black clouds. All we can see is death, decay, and the blackness that was the once free, blue sky. I miss the blue sky. I miss my drumset I use to bang on all day, all night in my band. I miss the days we would play summer concerts, but most of all, I m" The rest of the words on the scaffolding were covered in dried, dark crimson blood, and were poorly etched into it, only barely visible. It was obviously scratched in with fingernails, so it wouldn't have taken much to hide what was written. Then, a speech was recited. "Those who have faith, those who think of returning to the life you knew, those who "Miss" the world as it was: You are the reason for your own suffering! You sad pieces of shit were meant to be killed here and now! But we're nice to you, and we let you live, most of the time. We feed and cloth and give shelter, we protect you from the outside world and from your own minds and ability's because you're dangerous to us all!" The speech would continue for some time from that opening, but would have different middles and ends. Afterwards, another one to three hours of work, then we would be allowed to sleep for a hour at most, then wake up and do it all over again.
-Day One-
"Bang!" The sound of a gun being fired off in the room. Time to get going...
(All players are in the same room, time for you to get up and start the day.)