Welcome.
In a moment, you will find yourself a prisoner, framed as a drug trafficker and victim to the cruelties and betrayal that placed you in your circumstances. Few around you sense the injustice and dire need to spare an innocent’s suffering. One of them is a guard that you convinced to help with your escape who hopes of helping more prisoners after you, he understands the unethical situations taking place. He will lead you in your journey, manipulating remote signals used to open doors from the control center and looping the cameras to let you pass them without threat, among other things. As this experience develops, you will encounter four set phases that will challenge your quick thinking in the face of fear. The phases are, in order, based on medical, animal, situational, and environmental phobias. If you choose incorrectly, you will be diverted to an alternate path that allows you one chance to make it back. However, if you choose incorrectly two consecutive times, you fail to escape the prison and will face proportionate consequences from authorities.
[[Begin]]
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<audio src="https://storage.googleapis.com/audiog-204018.appspot.com/files/welcome-in-a-moment1579195959.mp3" autoplay>The plan begins with reaching the exit on the other side of the hallway, a hallway filled with the prison cells of other inmates. The guard in charge of this hallway is on your side, he talked with you earlier, explaining your options. You may try to convince the other inmates to let you pass through the hallway without calling attention to yourself or causing noise. This means relying on them to suppress any jealousy or feelings of obligation to the guards, it means relying on compassion or interest in watching another inmate escape in hopes of doing the same for themselves in the future. However, not all inmates share your understanding of the necessity of your escape, they might decide to stop you and comply with the rules of the prison, a risk you must be willing to take if you decide to follow through with this option. Otherwise, in order to avoid other inmates, there is a sewage pipe accessible from the opening behind the sink in your cell through which you may crawl until you reach the other side of the hallway, where an opening from the sink in a bathroom outside of a cell will let you exit. However, the pipe is only barely large enough for you and filled with waste, slush, feces, mold, and other substances that tend to accompany the sewage system of an unsanitary life in prison. Any small cuts on your skin provoke the chance of infection as you drag yourself through caches of slush and rodent excrement, among other things. Weighing the probability of each option being successful, you decide to
[[try to convince the other inmates-->they refuse]]
[[climb into the pipe-->first pipe into the yard]]
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<audio src="https://storage.googleapis.com/audiog-204018.appspot.com/files/the-plan-begins-with-reaching-the1579196386.mp3" autoplay>//The door opens into a large yard with multiple guards. In order to avoid them, you must go through a lowered platform in which a police a dog is tied to a pole and awaits its owner. This is something your trusted guard warned you about. From your makeshift pouch, you take out//
[[the meat you saved from last night’s meal-->fence]]
[[the sharp hair comb and the toothbrush you chiseled into a pointy stick-->hair comb fail]]Wrong choice. You have failed. Despite your planning and aid, you find yourself back where you started. The hard panels beneath your thin mattress dig into your back as you stare at the grey cement ceiling of your cell, disappointment encompassing your mind. The tinge of hope lighting yesterday's journey is nowhere to be found now, faded away as if it were a light fog that dissipates by the following morning. As you've done too many times today, you blink away your tears and feel them trickle down your face, dripping onto the white bedsheets below. //I should've known better//, you think to yourself.
//I should've done better//
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//You reach the outer fence of the prison. It is around 10 feet tall and topped with razor wire and vibration sensors. Just as you planned and relied on, there is a storm so the vibration sensors cannot differentiate between you and the storm, allowing you to pass through successfully. To climb over the fence with limited risk, you//
[[turn back and plan to try another day-->you failed]]
[[go to the fence height break near a guard who is turned the other way, planning to knock him out with a solid object that you placed in your pouch earlier. This will allow you to have the guard unconscious and let you climb over the fence easier over the uneven height break on the fence, this means that you will not painfully cut yourself over the razor-->dodge to fail]]
[[Decide not to risk being noticed by the guard, instead you climb over the farther and ordinary part of the fence, risking a chance to cut yourself over the wire but with a potentially higher chance to maintain concealment from the guard-->bridge]]However, you realize that the hair comb and toothbrush will not be successful since the police dog might be too dangerous to anger if your plan fails. Instead, you
[[try to catch the rabbit you notice behind you in order to release it in front of the dog to distract it while you pass through-->fence]]
[[slowly and carefully approach the dog and hope that it calms down and does not see you as a threat or just slowly pass beside it, one slow step at a time-->you failed]]//Just as you raise the metal tool to swing at the guards head, he turns to you and you realize in a split second that you can either//
[[Keep swinging and knock him on conscious while you get hit on your shoulder from his police stick-->bridge]]
[[dodge his stick knowing it will give him more time to potentially call for backup, avoiding physical harm to yourself but most likely returning back to your prison cell-->you failed]]After a few moments you approach a bridge. The bridge is split in half horizontally, both sides are slanted and point upwords from ground level, about 45° slanted and around four feet apart at the top. Chaotic water runs below, a river stretching three meters wide and slapping the rocks with fierce waves fueled by rain and wind. Beside it, a rocky path gradually declining may aid you carefully into the waves, where the choppy water threatens to swallow you whole. Another way across would be to climb up the side structure supporting the bridge itself, ascending carefully up the steep, foot-wide metal for a few meters until the metal starts to run horizontally, stretching for the same distance. Then, you would climb back down the same way, gripping at the thin metal bars running vertically beside the structure for the last meter. But you think to yourself, if you fall into the water from that height, would it be more traumatic than to descend carefully into the water and try to swim instead? There is another option though, of course, you can also run up the bridge and jump to the other side. You decide to
[[run across the bridge and jump to the other side-->bridge and jump Win]]
[[climb the narrow side structure above the water-->you won]]
[[Descend into the water and swim across-->you failed]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/29a55f3f-23aa-4ddb-9b36-9b538636bbbe†autoplay>After your left foot pushes with all its might, the cold wind and rain sting at your eyes and skin and you land poorly on the other side of the bridge, twisting your ankle under you. Still, you made it to the other side. The nausea kicks in harder now as you allow your mind to finally take notice and you stumble away from the prison, into the woods that may conceal you from the angry eyes of those against you. Despite your follies, despite the stabbing pain seeping through the mental wall you have put up to ignore it, you have won. It seems like the moon above you and the water behind you reflect glints of triumph, reminding you that you have escaped into the open environment, leaving behind the confinements of your past.
Congratulations on your victory.
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/182a8e76-1632-439f-bf01-cc8f0352c024†autoplay> You push down on the fear and nausea provoked by looking down at the raging water below, forcing your mind to continue forward as if it wasn't there. It is no time to dwell on such things. You ascend up the side of the bridge, gripping the cold edges of the metal tightly and moving carefully forward until you reach the top. Still sitting, you drag yourself forward, your hands pulling your body along the way. The water rages far below, the rough current teasing your optimism. One breath in, one breath out, and you move closer to the other side of the bridge. Three breaths in, three breaths out, you're almost there. Six breaths in, six breaths out, you reach the end of the footing. You turn and lower yourself down, grabbing the metal under you, and descend until your foot touches mud. You made it to the other side. The nausea kicks in harder now as you allow your mind to finally take notice and you stumble away from the prison, into the woods that may conceal you from the angry eyes of those against you. Despite your follies, despite the stabbing pain seeping through the mental wall you have put up to ignore it, you have won. It seems the moon above you and the water behind you reflect glints of triumph, reminding you that you have escaped into the open environment, leaving behind the confinements of your past.
Congratulations on your victory.
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/d1385c9c-a56c-45e9-8f2e-80c3612b196d" autoplay>Wrong choice. You have failed. Despite your planning and aid, you find yourself back where you started. The hard panels beneath your thin mattress dig into your back as you stare at the grey cement ceiling of your cell, disappointment encompassing your mind. The tinge of hope lighting yesterday's journey is nowhere to be found now, faded away as if it were a light fog that dissipates by the following morning. As you've done too many times today, you blink away your tears and feel them trickle down your face, dripping onto the white bedsheets below. //I should've known better//, you think to yourself.
//I should've done better//
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Though the majority of the other inmates strongly encourage your escape and want to aid in it, some prisoners are less than happy with the idea, presenting a very large risk in your plan if they decide to stop you in the midst of your escape. One of the prisoners was very angry when you told them about your plan, believing that you are sabotaging the other inmate’s safety. Though you tried to explain the necessity of your prison break, the prisoner got increasingly aggressive, driven by his belief that your actions are selfish and risk increased surveillance/regulations and punishments to all other inmates if your escape fails. As you started to defend your idea and explain that a guard is on your side, he pushed you into the wall where the back of your head made contact and you noticed a very small amount of blood on your fingers when your hand went up to touch your head. You left before further consequences reared their head.
Now, both of your options come with an increased risk. You may resort to crawling through the sewage pipe and do everything in your power to keep the back of your head from touching any substances and apply thick layers of bandages to cover the area for more protection. Or, you could once again try to convince the inmates to refrain from ruining your escape, offering others to come with you on your journey (even though it may pose a larger chance of you being caught) and telling them that if you escape successfully, you will help those deserving in their escape later. You decide to
[[the pipe--> second Pipe]]
[[Try convincing them again-->you fail]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/f9d65882-88e5-4ab1-8346-c0907b6ff419" autoplay>The lights are out early, just as your trusted guard promised. After taking many deep breaths and staring at the opening behind the removed sink for a minute, you climb in. The time you spent trying to convince your brain to ignore its surroundings for the next few minutes have proven to be pointless. The smell burns your eyes as you army crawl through the tight space, the slush seeping through the front of your clothes. Thankfully, it is not too cold, probably because of the other systems running inside the walls around the sewage pipe and warming up the metal around you. On the downside, the warmth makes the slush and smell slightly more unbearable. Trying to numb your mind to any thoughts relating to your current circumstances, you crawl further, but worries about infections and the dangers of your unsanitary situation ooze into your thoughts regardless of your efforts. You try to slow your breathing, if only to limit the scent you allow into your nose and lungs. Almost there. When/if you make it out, you just might break the record for longest shower taken. Finally, you see the light coming from ahead on the right side of the pipe before you crawl out of the hole in the wall and fall onto the ground, your stomach not allowing even a few seconds to pass before you throw up into the toilet. The grossest part is over. Ignoring the slush dribbling from you onto the ground, you change into the new shirt and pants laying in the corner of the bathroom that the guard promised to provide you with, and throw your old set of clothes into the trash bin. Then, you quietly exit the bathroom and tiptoe to the door a meter to your right, passing quickly in the dark hallway. The door opens into a large rectangular yard with two guards stationed on the sides adjacent to the side that the door opens into. You crouch on a lowered platform half a meter beneath the grass, a space one meter wide and wrapping around the perimeter of the yard. Rain cuts down through the dark sky, violently splattering onto the grass and pavement, the white noise affording only thunder to be louder. Almost three meters in front of you, a police dog is tied to a pole and awaits its owner. Its barks will be drowned out by the sound of the storm. This is something that the guard warned you about. From the bag you made out of an old T-shirt that you had attached to your back, you pull out
[[The meat]]
[[makeshift weapons]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/f5b3f3e6-47af-422a-9a60-1e8a97c93344" autoplay>The toothbrush and hair comb lay in each hand as the distance between you and the dog slowly decreases, and you pause. You realize that, as much as you want it to work, the chances of you beating this dog in a fight without serious harm to yourself are low. It would be too dangerous to anger the dog if your plan fails, and the rest of your escape relies on your physical ability to continue quickly. Backing away, you put the toothbrush and hair comb back into your pouch. To your left, something small and light catches your eye. A rabbit sits still a few feet away from you, its red eyes reflecting the full moon above. You suddenly see a hole in the soil near the dog, a tunnel leading down beneath the ground, and notice that you are standing between the rabbit and it's home beside the police dog. If you try to catch the rabbit to release it in front of the police dog as a distraction, your sudden movements might catch the guard’s eyes, even with the rain somewhat shielding your figure. If that's what you want to do, you must move swiftly enough to catch the rabbit, but in a way that does not alert the guards. Or, you can slowly and carefully approach the dog in hopes that your slow pace shows the dog that you are not a threat, and if the dog seems to get agitated, you will pause your movements until you feel safe to move forward again, or try to calm it down by petting it. You decide to do
[[the rabbit]]
[[approach-->you fail]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/90354703-84f1-42dc-be40-15e210f885f4" autoplay>You take the meat out of your pouch, out of the plastic bag and wave it in front of the dog. The police dog’s ears perk up as it smells the food. In one quick motion, you throw the meat almost out of the dog’s reach. It snarls and pounces after it, deadly intent in its eyes. Before the dog’s chain reaches its maximum length and stops the dog with a high-pitched crack, you crawl forward with great speed, passing the dog as it's jaws rapidly snap shut on it's meal.
[[the fence]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/644e6a3b-89c2-43c2-bb5b-91a98ac3fc14" autoplay>As you try to catch your breath, your muddy fingers finally wrap around the cold metal fence surrounding the prison. Wet dirt and small rocks stick to your clothes and you look up as the lightning illuminates your next obstacle. The fence stretches 10 feet high, topped with razor wire. As your guard promised, the storm will take care of the vibration sensors, they will not be able to differentiate between you and the storm and even if they did, the guards at the control center will believe it's a false alarm. However, that still leaves you with the problem of the razor wire. About 15 meters to your left, a guard stands with his head turned to the right, watching the rain pound at the rest of the tarp he is standing under. Right beside him, a part of the fence ends, and another shorter part starts beside it, an inch of spacing inbetween. This part of the fence creates an uneven-height break on the top, a space that provides potential foot and hand holds and would allow you to maneuver your legs over it with less of a chance of getting cut by the wire. However, the guard is standing right next to it. Hypothetically, you can try to walk up slowly to the guard and use the big rock lying to your right as a weapon to swing at his head, knocking the guard out instantly. That is, if he doesn't turn to notice your slow crouching figure approaching him first. To minimize the chances of getting caught, you can climb up the area of the fence in front of you. Your muddy clothes will camouflage into the brown bricks of the building while the rain and darkness obscure you and the storm overpowers the noises you make while climbing. But you wonder, how much will the razor wire at the top cut into your skin if you climb over the even-height fence? You decide to
[[knock out the guard]]
[[climb the even-height fence-->even height fence]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/32dc8f04-565d-4c0f-9bb0-332ab3aa4394" autoplay>The lights are out early, just as your trusted guard promised. After applying layers of protection on your wound, taking many deep breaths, and staring at the opening behind the removed sink for a minute, you climb in. The time you spent trying to convince your brain to ignore its surroundings for the next few minutes have proven to be pointless. The smell burns your eyes as you army crawl through the tight space, the slush seeping through the front of your clothes. Thankfully, it is not too cold, probably because of the other systems running inside the walls around the sewage pipe and warming up the metal around you. On the downside, the warmth makes the slush and smell slightly more unbearable. Almost there.Trying to numb your mind to any thoughts relating to your current circumstances, you crawl further, but worries about infections and the dangers of your unsanitary situation ooze into your thoughts regardless of your efforts. You try to slow your breathing, if only to limit the scent you allow into your nose and lungs. Finally, you see the light coming from ahead on the right side of the pipe before you crawl out of the hole in the wall and fall onto the ground, your stomach not allowing even a few seconds to pass before you throw up into the toilet. The grossest part is over. Ignoring the slush dribbling from you onto the ground, you change into the new shirt and pants laying in the corner of the bathroom that the guard promised to provide you with, and throw your old set of clothes into the trash bin. Then, you quietly exit the bathroom and tiptoe to the door a meter to your right, passing quickly in the dark hallway. The door opens into a large rectangular yard with two guards stationed on the sides adjacent to the side that the door opens into. You crouch on a lowered platform half a meter beneath the grass, a space one meter wide and wrapping around the perimeter of the yard. Rain cuts down through the dark sky, violently splattering onto the grass and pavement, the white noise affording only thunder to be louder. Almost three meters in front of you, a police dog is tied to a pole and awaits its owner. It stares you, scanning down its prey, and eventually starts snarling. The dog`'`s barks will be drowned out by the sound of the storm. This is something that the guard warned you about. From the bag you made out of an old T-shirt that you had attached to your back, you pull out
[[Meat that you saved from last night`'`s meal-->The meat]]
[[A sharp haircomb and a toothbrush that you chiseled into a pointy stick-->makeshift weapons]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/a2cf2ac5-265c-471f-8709-bb35ac052e99" autoplay> Sucking in a breath, you lower yourself down to the ground even further, slowly, until your hand jolts out to the left with a sudden lurch and closes around the small, soft animal. The cold of its wet fur wraps around your fingers as the rabbit squirms with writhing movements, twisting and turning under your grasp. Quickly, you move your arm in front of you and, as gently as you can, push the rabbit in front of the dog, though hopefully far enough away to give it a chance to run off before the dog can reach it. The rabbit comes to a stop a foot away from the police dog before it turns and scurries away in fear, the dog snarling and pouncing after it, deadly intent in its eyes. Before the dog’s chain reaches its maximum length and stops the dog with a high-pitched crack, you crawl forward with great speed, passing the dog as it's jaws rapidly snap shut on a short white tail.
[[the fence]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/44054c20-3c91-4303-bbc9-071dd6557175" autoplay>As the rain falls around you and the lightning gives away your cowering frame hiding in the darkness, you inch closer. The cold wet metal of the fence stings at your back as you prowl slowly, now only a meter away from the man with his head facing away from you. You lift up your hand as your whole body trembles`-`is it the cold`'`s doing or the adrenaline rushing through you?`-`the stone smooth against your palm. Just as your brain signals your arm to move down, the man's head turns back. It seems to happen in slow motion, the guard`'`s hand reaches for his police stick in one quick motion, your mind processes his stick a foot away from your ribs, the panicked voice in your head demanding a decision. You can continue swinging at his head, knocking the guard unconscious before you climb over the fence without risk of getting cut, yet bearing the blow to your side. Or, you can dodge his stick, giving him time to potentially call for back up before he probably tasers you. You stand little chance against a guard, especially one with weapons. This means you would go back to your cell and your escape would fail, but your ribs would remain unbruised. You decide to
[[take the blow, knock out the guard]]
[[dodge-->you fail]]
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You reach forward and grasp the metal fence, pushing up with all the limited power left in your tired limbs. One foot after the other, one arm after the other, you climb up the fence, eyes darting every few seconds to the guard still turned away. You reach the top, resting your foot on one of the protruding nails on the pole, and straighten your body against the fence, awkwardly standing at the top until you realize there will be no avoiding the wire. Your hand reaches down below the wire, fingers wrapping around the metal pole as your forearm lightly scratches the razor. Its sharp edge rubs against your arm and digs deeper while you swing your other leg over the top of the fence. Every jostle sends ripples of sharp pain your arm, needles making their way through each layer of your skin. You swallow the pain down as your other arm latches onto the other side of the fence to maintain your stability, more needles ripping through skin. Then, you drop down, barely managing to keep quiet as the sharp pain lanced up both arms. You take a minute to breathe deeply and try as best as you can to block out the pain, blinking away the colorful spots in your vision until you pick your head back up and stagger forward.
[[Proceed-->bridge]]
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<audio src="blob:https://ttsmp3.com/43d1c874-0cad-416f-b56b-31a0fe31fd08" autoplay>You do not even notice the rock making contact with the guard’s head as pain shoots through your left side. You stagger to the right, clutching at your ribs. Through blurred vision, you see a figure crumple to the ground in front of you. If the other guard has not seen you yet, he will notice the man lying on the ground in front of his post soon enough. Gasping, forcing air into lungs that refuse to cooperate without desperate prompting, you grasp the metal fence and push up. The pain is triggered everytime you move but one leg after the other, one arm after the other, you climb over the fence. Resting your foot on one of the protruding nails in the pole, you swing your other leg over the fence, avoiding the razor wire before you drop down to the ground on the other side and stifle a yell. You take a minute to breathe deeply and try as best as you can to block out the ache spreading through your body, blinking away the colorful spots in your vision until you pick your head back up and stagger forward.
[[Proceed-->bridge]]
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Wrong choice. You have failed. Despite your planning and aid, you find yourself back where you started. The hard panels beneath your thin mattress dig into your back as you stare at the grey cement ceiling of your cell, disappointment encompassing your mind. The tinge of hope lighting yesterday's journey is nowhere to be found now, faded away as if it were a light fog that dissipates by the following morning. As you've done too many times today, you blink away your tears and feel them trickle down your face, dripping onto the white bedsheets below. //I should've known better//, you think to yourself.
//I should've done better//
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