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located in Orphanos Prison, a part of Operation Incarceration: Leave Em' To Rot, one of the many universes on RPG.

Orphanos Prison



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Matthew was one of the first to arrive at Building 01. He trudged through the doubledoors, their hinges squeaking loudly.
Jesus, it's like a horror movie, he thought, trying to suffocate the thoughts of his family. Every Wednesday they would curl up on their filthy, old couch and watch one together.
Nothing scared him anymore.
"Ay, any grub?" He shouted into the cafeteria. His words echoed and bounced off the pristine walls.
The whole place was sterile and clean, giving it all the atmosphere and appeal of the terminal ward of a hospital.
He walked towards the back, to the industrial kitchen. Pots, pans, bowls, plates, utensils, ovens, microwaves,fridges: everything needed to cook was there.
Yet, there was no food in sight.
His stomach growled at the dark thought coiling up in his stomach, winding it's way around his intestines.
Did...did they leave us here to starve?
Just as he started to panic, he noticed a note taped to the freezer door.
He snatched it off, quickly skimming the contents:
"Dear Inmates,
All the resources needed are provided by the island itself.
Make due."
It was signed in official, loopy handwriting at the bottom.
He tensed, his fingers crinkling the paper.
You've got the be fuckin kidding me. Make due? You condemn us to an island and tell us to make due?!
Matthew screamed in rage, shoving all the pots off the table in one quick motion.
They crashed and banged loudly, satisfying his lust for chaos and revenge somewhat.
At least for now.