CoolHandLuke lay in his cell, water dripping onto the cold granite. He’d been dropped 10 feet into this pit, and he already wanted to be back. Luke was in the banned sewers, where the ninjas kept their current pets. His cell was dark, the only light descending from a single torch above the metal porch boards. His mind started thinking faster, and he remembered that on the way in, he saw a crimson fellow being escorted out. How long was he in there? He thought. Luke’s thoughts turned to himself. Am I already in the… perma… zone? A single tear fell from his eyes.
[i]A few hours later, outside the prison of banned users. [/i]
“Are you sure this is it?” Asked an eager but cautious janitor.
“I know it is, or this is gonna be one quick jail break,” answered CattyWampus.
“Who brought rope?” Inquired Nil.
“I did,” answered the High Priest Zbruh. “Let’s see the map provided by Crimson.”
CattyWampus, a noble fellow, volunteered for the jail break. Nil alerted the community that CoolHandLuke was banned, and had eagerly accepted the offer to join the adventure. Finally, Zbruh, High Priest/Janitor, had sketched out a plan to break Luke free. They all worked with the same mindset: if we fail, I’m perma banned. There was no going back now.
The adventures hold the map in their shaking hands, hurriedly deciding on a plan before the dreaded ninjas spot them.
“We’ll throw the bump rope over the locked post wall, and descend into the depths of the moderation caves. Crimson believed he was held in the perma-dungeon, so it’ll be rough,” said Nil.
“Irrelevant. Iron bars mean nothing to Zhenya I mean Zbruh.”
The adventurers ascend the wall, hurriedly jumping and rock climbing since the wall locks your feet into position, never to be bumped or commented on again. After reaching the top, Zbruh coiled the rope, and led the way past the sleeping VThornheart on guard duty. They reach the cellar door, and hear the dripping of water. Cautiously opening the grate, Catty sets off an alarm.
“Damnit Catty!” said Nil.
“F.” Said Catty.
“F.”
“F.”
“Hurry! We can still rescue Luke!” Shouted Zbruh.
Jumping into action, Zbruh tosses down the rope. Nil and Catty descend, and almost slip in the murky knee-deep sewage.
“What is this stuff?” Asked Catty.
“Old 0-bump sh!tposts. Disgusting, I know,” replies Nil.
[i]A few hours earlier...
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Luke was scared. It was his first day, but the sounds of torture beneath him, and the stench of sh!tposts was in his cell. He had been tossed some food earlier and was given a fake handbook: Tesla took my Virginity: Episode 420. He recognized it as low level brainwashing, but what would come next?
[i]A few hours later…
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Aroo! Aroo! Aroo! The alarm sounded. Scraping noises preceded by a loud clang above Luke told him we was not alone. But who could it be? A ninja bringing him to be dumped in the salt of #Density? He waited cautiously in fear, seeing the scarce light hold wavering shadows.
“ZBRUH! GIMME SOME LIGHT FOR THE LOVE OF PORCH DAY!” Screamed Nil.
“Nil?” Asked Luke, amazed.
“Luke! Let’s get outta here!”
The three grab the rope, and with the strength of a Russian bear, Zbruh pulls them all up at once.
“Let’s ride!” Cried Zbruh. “Dive into the moat! They won’t expect us to swim downstream. We can walk back, I have food in the backpack I left.”
The escapees sprint to the wall, and perform exaggerated flips and dives into the moat.
“You did it! You saved me!” said CoolHandLuke.
“We’d never leave you to die in perma, bro.” Answered Nil.
The four return to #Offtopic, but on the bridge between #Gaming and the motherland, an ominous figure blocks the path.
“Do you kno de wae?” Shouted Ugandan Chungus.
To be continued...
[spoiler]This is my first story here, advice and edits are encouraged. [/spoiler]
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