8Apr2016
I was in a jail facility, for what i dont remember. The place was huge and had 3 levels, each level broken down into categories, and the lunch and laundry facilities were two seperate other buildings. The top floor was for genaral rooming. Nothing fancy here, seemed like the typical room and board in a jailhouse. The 2nd floor, was for the inmates who would cause trouble trouble now and then. Here it was kinda dirty and poorly lit. There were a couple benches to eat meals on, everyone was tense, and constantly looking over their shoulder. The 3rd floor, it was sublevel, thats where all the the dangerous ones and ones who liked to stir up trouble would go. This area was almost like a cave. It was very dark, the walls were jagged, smelt really musty, and the only light source was a single fire pit the inmates used to not only keep warm, but cook their food. Between the 2nd and 3rd floor was a single room for one purpose, and this is what kept everyone in line more or less. This room they would do electroshock therapy, cut into you, and whole bunch of other really horrible and nasty things. This room was probably about the size of a living room and dining room put together. The walls were kinda like school walls where it had the painted big bricks, almost cinderblock size, and the walls were painted a pale green. In the middle of the room, was a single chair with lots of straps to keep your head, arms, waist, and legs still. And machines and tools lined up a single wall. As i walked in and got the grand tour before being shown to my cell, all i could think was i gotta help these guys out somehow cuz things arent right here. Something i noticed from the top floor, which is where i resided, was there was a computer that operated the doors. On the computer was a huge display screen with the new arrivals mugshot, and under the picture was either a 1,2,or 3, and under that a description of weight, height, and reason(s) for arrest. There was a panel that controlled the operation of the door. Next thing i know, me and the building hauncho are best buddies and all the guards are dead. Blood splattered on the floor, the walls, no bodies to be found. We made the jail more homely, cleaned it up, placed strict rules for everyone to follow, and a chain of command to use if there are issues/needs. Everyone pretty much quit fighting, we laughed all had a good time with each other and worked as not only a team but like a big happy family.
I was in a jail facility, for what i dont remember. The place was huge and had 3 levels, each level broken down into categories, and the lunch and laundry facilities were two seperate other buildings. The top floor was for genaral rooming. Nothing fancy here, seemed like the typical room and board in a jailhouse. The 2nd floor, was for the inmates who would cause trouble trouble now and then. Here it was kinda dirty and poorly lit. There were a couple benches to eat meals on, everyone was tense, and constantly looking over their shoulder. The 3rd floor, it was sublevel, thats where all the the dangerous ones and ones who liked to stir up trouble would go. This area was almost like a cave. It was very dark, the walls were jagged, smelt really musty, and the only light source was a single fire pit the inmates used to not only keep warm, but cook their food. Between the 2nd and 3rd floor was a single room for one purpose, and this is what kept everyone in line more or less. This room they would do electroshock therapy, cut into you, and whole bunch of other really horrible and nasty things. This room was probably about the size of a living room and dining room put together. The walls were kinda like school walls where it had the painted big bricks, almost cinderblock size, and the walls were painted a pale green. In the middle of the room, was a single chair with lots of straps to keep your head, arms, waist, and legs still. And machines and tools lined up a single wall. As i walked in and got the grand tour before being shown to my cell, all i could think was i gotta help these guys out somehow cuz things arent right here. Something i noticed from the top floor, which is where i resided, was there was a computer that operated the doors. On the computer was a huge display screen with the new arrivals mugshot, and under the picture was either a 1,2,or 3, and under that a description of weight, height, and reason(s) for arrest. There was a panel that controlled the operation of the door. Next thing i know, me and the building hauncho are best buddies and all the guards are dead. Blood splattered on the floor, the walls, no bodies to be found. We made the jail more homely, cleaned it up, placed strict rules for everyone to follow, and a chain of command to use if there are issues/needs. Everyone pretty much quit fighting, we laughed all had a good time with each other and worked as not only a team but like a big happy family.
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