“Forgery. Was broke, tried to get some money by forging famous paintings. I was caught. Happened a long time ago, when I was 14. Been here for 10 years. I’m Evan.”
“Forgery. Was broke, tried to get some money by forging famous paintings. I was caught. Happened a long time ago, when I was 14. Been here for 10 years. I’m Evan.”
"10 years? Sounds like a lot of time. How long am I staying in this joint, assuming the cops don't realize it wasn't me?"
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“Forgery. Was broke, tried to get some money by forging famous paintings. I was caught. Happened a long time ago, when I was 14. Been here for 10 years. I’m Evan.”
"10 years? Sounds like a lot of time. How long am I staying in this joint, assuming the cops don't realize it wasn't me?"
“It’s a life sentence. Don’t believe what the folks on the boat taking you here said. And if you get too old, you just, disappear. Poof. Like you don’t even exist anymore. Except for the bodies….”
“Forgery. Was broke, tried to get some money by forging famous paintings. I was caught. Happened a long time ago, when I was 14. Been here for 10 years. I’m Evan.”
"10 years? Sounds like a lot of time. How long am I staying in this joint, assuming the cops don't realize it wasn't me?"
“It’s a life sentence. Don’t believe what the folks on the boat taking you here said. And if you get too old, you just, disappear. Poof. Like you don’t even exist anymore. Except for the bodies….”
"Then I guess I gotta prove my name."
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“The chances of getting out of here by escape are bigger. But ya still don’t want to do it. Warden…. Once he has a prisoner, he won’t let them go. And that’s not even counting the monster.”
Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
“Here comes Rotgut. Don’t wanna get on his bad side.” Evan ducks under the table. “Tell you about the monster later!”
Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
“Here comes Rotgut. Don’t wanna get on his bad side.” Evan ducks under the table. “Tell you about the monster later!”
"Wait, why are you ducking?"
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Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
“Here comes Rotgut. Don’t wanna get on his bad side.” Evan ducks under the table. “Tell you about the monster later!”
He hears this and laughs a gravelly laugh, "Yer right about that!" He ladles another steaming heap of disgusting goop into a bowl. "Here's yer gruel ya slobbering mutts!"
Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
“Here comes Rotgut. Don’t wanna get on his bad side.” Evan ducks under the table. “Tell you about the monster later!”
"Wait, why are you ducking?"
“ He’s literally evil. I already have food, food that I stole… if he notices I stole it, I’ll be punished.”
Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
“Here comes Rotgut. Don’t wanna get on his bad side.” Evan ducks under the table. “Tell you about the monster later!”
"Wait, why are you ducking?"
You feel something hot and wet splat onto your head and slide down your back. A glop of the gruel was carelessly slung and missed the bowl in front of you. A roaring laugh explodes behind you, "Sorry about that!"
Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
“Here comes Rotgut. Don’t wanna get on his bad side.” Evan ducks under the table. “Tell you about the monster later!”
"Wait, why are you ducking?"
You feel something hot and wet splat onto your head and slide down your back. A glop of the gruel was carelessly slung and missed the bowl in front of you. A roaring laugh explodes behind you, "Sorry about that!"
Remembering the 'dont get on his bad side' bit, Steve calmly turns around. "It's ok." He wipes off the gruel the best he can.
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Stephanie is at the cafeteria.
“Forgery. Was broke, tried to get some money by forging famous paintings. I was caught. Happened a long time ago, when I was 14. Been here for 10 years. I’m Evan.”
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Evan waves her over.
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"10 years? Sounds like a lot of time. How long am I staying in this joint, assuming the cops don't realize it wasn't me?"
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She reluctantly walks over.
”uhm, hi. Sorry, Who are you?”
”Im Evan. Thought you might need some company. This is…. You never told me your name.”
“It’s a life sentence. Don’t believe what the folks on the boat taking you here said. And if you get too old, you just, disappear. Poof. Like you don’t even exist anymore. Except for the bodies….”
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"Steve."
"Then I guess I gotta prove my name."
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“Wouldn’t recommend it. Clearing yer name is technically ‘rule breaking’ here. And rule breakers… you don’t wanna know what happens to them.”
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"It's against the rules to prove your innocence?"
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“Not directly, but it is causing a scene. And causing a scene is against the rules.”
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He sighs. "It's a risk I'm willing to take if it can get me out of here. The question is how."
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“The chances of getting out of here by escape are bigger. But ya still don’t want to do it. Warden…. Once he has a prisoner, he won’t let them go. And that’s not even counting the monster.”
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"The monster?"
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Rotgut struts through the crowded tables, slapping down disgusting plates of gruel in front of each prisoner. Everything about him seems barely contained. His bushy beard is barely held in by a hair net, his stomach bulges out over his apron cord, and his arms are long and filled with muscles. A large nose juts out of a puffy face and a chefs hat flops about on his head. Probably oddest of all are the two silver bells he wears as earrings that jingle with every movement he makes.
“Here comes Rotgut. Don’t wanna get on his bad side.” Evan ducks under the table. “Tell you about the monster later!”
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"Wait, why are you ducking?"
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He hears this and laughs a gravelly laugh, "Yer right about that!" He ladles another steaming heap of disgusting goop into a bowl. "Here's yer gruel ya slobbering mutts!"
“ He’s literally evil. I already have food, food that I stole… if he notices I stole it, I’ll be punished.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
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You feel something hot and wet splat onto your head and slide down your back. A glop of the gruel was carelessly slung and missed the bowl in front of you. A roaring laugh explodes behind you, "Sorry about that!"
Remembering the 'dont get on his bad side' bit, Steve calmly turns around. "It's ok." He wipes off the gruel the best he can.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ