Days 9 and 10


Ah, sweet morning. Good job I got away from those guards by sleeping, right?


Oh. Right. It seems once again the trust I put into video game logic has been misplaced.


Several night sticks inserted into places where they weren't meant to be inserted later, I wake up battered and bloody in the infirmary. I'm pretty sure my spleen is not meant to be in my arm.


To add insult to injury, I am berated for being late for rollcall. I am late, of course, because I just got sent to the infirmary. Oh, and my cell is also to be searched which is just great. All of my highly legal trinkets are now stashed away safely, but the bastards will still rip my hangings off yet again.



Always amuses me when the random dialogue lines up like this. As it stands, I'll trade my soul for all the puddings. It already belongs to Warden lonny bob, after all.


For some reason Steve is hoarding dirty inmate uniforms. I like to think that he is soiling his clothes and is too ashamed to put them in the laundry and is hiding them. To add some context I have never once seen a dirty inmate outfit outside of the laundry job, so the fact that he is hiding two in his desk is of some note.


I bet he is, the dirty little lecher ...oh, you mean he wants to shank me. Or maybe both.


Shauna on her back, eh? That inspires me. As the evident ringleader of the guards, I suspect she has the key she wants. In other news, Jinx is attempting to become a count. The count smiley got removed a long time ago so this will have to do.


Seems to be rather a dental theme to today's requests. I can't really see the logic in providing a toothbrush shiv to a man who has openly stated he wants to stab me, but hey, at least it'll pay the medical bills, right?


Tomorrow, Shauna is going to get it. I think it's long overdue.


Shauna herself has other plans, mind you. Not beaten. Not put in solitary. Destroyed. She does not do things by halves does our Shauna.


Oh Levian, you so wacky


There's been a notable change in the demeanour of lonny bob. He's a lot more positive of late. Certainly a lot better than misery guts Shauna. Speaking of, I owe her a hot chocolate...


...and she owes me a key. The key to all cells, specifically. I quickly make a copy and return it. This means I can slip in and out of my cell at lights out. Oh, it's all coming together, lonny bob. You can keep your prayers, no man needs divine intervention when he has my guile!


...oh. Officer scotty leads the charge after me. God damnit, why do they always have to catch me in the act of scalding their colleagues? Most inconsiderate. It's almost as if they're guarding this prison.


I manage to give all of them the slip other than Officer Pumpkin. See, the problem you have, Pumps, is that I have both the best armour and best weapon in the game, I've been pumping iron and I'm not afraid to fight. Oh. I guess that's more like four problems. Regardless, I no longer need to run and lay her out on her ass.


Shauna has recovered enough by night fall to be her usual charming self at roll call.


Pity I have no intention of heeding her words.