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⋆*ೃ:.✧The Juice Crew⋆*ೃ:.✧
I'll decorate this in a second, but I need to type out the Idea quickly.
Take one!
[ A small dirty, crumbled, handwritten note was slipped under your _ cell door, it is unknown to you who have sent it, but you continued to read it anyways. You narrowed your eyes at dim lighting of the outside world, just to see a simple sentence of this poorly written letter. The note states the following ]:
"Dear fellow jail-bird, so looks like you're stuck here in the slammer like the rest of us. Like the rest of us you'll spend years of your natural life in a nearly burnt out jail cell, to rot in guilt in consequence. However, little rumors have been spreading around here like wildfire. The military gives you a sugar-coated opportunity to be free once more, almost. A great war between many countless countries, and rebel forces are in the horizon in the Middle East.
Thus, the government rather let the people who are a nuisance to society, fight in wars on behalf of loosing the lives of honorable citizens. Here's the catch, they're going to just set everyone free. Everyone. Therefore, you shouldn't just fear the enemy itself. Your allies post a threat to yourself as well. Running away isn't an a choice without dire consequences, there's spies of every kind out there, and they will hunt you down as if you were prey. Killing yourself isn't an option, there's no weapons open for us to use entirely. As a matter of fact we'll be sleeping in muzzle and straight jackets to prevent any, "accidents." Rioting can't work either, because they'll have the ammunition upper hand...The Birds!
... If you're lucky enough to survive all of these hazards, what's next? Nothin' special, except home sweet cell... That's right.. You were just a toy soldier for the Great American Dream, existence. Even if you fought bravely for yourself, and your country all you'll get is a pat on your back to escort you back to where you belong. Funny isn't it?...Being a free man again isn't so easy. Is there a way?... I'm not sure, but I'm sure you'll figure something out. How do I know so much? Well, like everyone, a little birdy told me. So what are you gonna do pip-squeak? Are you just going to run, or fight to dice freely?"
[ On the day of July fourth, two thousand twenty four, your delinquent roommates and yourself were partying as usual. Fireworks and barbecue galore! Purely an grand American celebration. However, that stopped when watching a peculiar breaking news section on the local television station... Something about the prison, and military? Oh well, the party roars on! In all honesty, he thought has not cross you mind afterwords, until reading an urgent note from a imprisoned friend of yours from the mail. The note states the following ]:
[ "You probably already heard about the military and prison, and all that jazz. Although, they might not have told you everything... Read this dirty note over here."A drawn arrow pointed to a neatly folded, yet filthy note. It seem to explain every fine-print detail of the predicament. ] The entire household became a dreary dead silent, staring at the note with fear and some disbelief. "I-I can't believe this is happening," one person speaks out, to drown the uncomfortable quietness."We can't just sit here and let our friend get killed! We have to do something," someone chants hysterically. "Wait, there's more..." [ The handwriting became messier, as if the person was rushing in the desperation of fleeing. "Listen, you have to break me out before two months, or it'll be too late... I send a letter every week that you'll need to know to bail me out. How do I know so much? A little bird told me.. However, since you know too much, I must say, watch out for... The Birds...." ]
Take one!
[ A small dirty, crumbled, handwritten note was slipped under your _ cell door, it is unknown to you who have sent it, but you continued to read it anyways. You narrowed your eyes at dim lighting of the outside world, just to see a simple sentence of this poorly written letter. The note states the following ]:
"Dear fellow jail-bird, so looks like you're stuck here in the slammer like the rest of us. Like the rest of us you'll spend years of your natural life in a nearly burnt out jail cell, to rot in guilt in consequence. However, little rumors have been spreading around here like wildfire. The military gives you a sugar-coated opportunity to be free once more, almost. A great war between many countless countries, and rebel forces are in the horizon in the Middle East.
Thus, the government rather let the people who are a nuisance to society, fight in wars on behalf of loosing the lives of honorable citizens. Here's the catch, they're going to just set everyone free. Everyone. Therefore, you shouldn't just fear the enemy itself. Your allies post a threat to yourself as well. Running away isn't an a choice without dire consequences, there's spies of every kind out there, and they will hunt you down as if you were prey. Killing yourself isn't an option, there's no weapons open for us to use entirely. As a matter of fact we'll be sleeping in muzzle and straight jackets to prevent any, "accidents." Rioting can't work either, because they'll have the ammunition upper hand...The Birds!
... If you're lucky enough to survive all of these hazards, what's next? Nothin' special, except home sweet cell... That's right.. You were just a toy soldier for the Great American Dream, existence. Even if you fought bravely for yourself, and your country all you'll get is a pat on your back to escort you back to where you belong. Funny isn't it?...Being a free man again isn't so easy. Is there a way?... I'm not sure, but I'm sure you'll figure something out. How do I know so much? Well, like everyone, a little birdy told me. So what are you gonna do pip-squeak? Are you just going to run, or fight to dice freely?"
[ On the day of July fourth, two thousand twenty four, your delinquent roommates and yourself were partying as usual. Fireworks and barbecue galore! Purely an grand American celebration. However, that stopped when watching a peculiar breaking news section on the local television station... Something about the prison, and military? Oh well, the party roars on! In all honesty, he thought has not cross you mind afterwords, until reading an urgent note from a imprisoned friend of yours from the mail. The note states the following ]:
[ "You probably already heard about the military and prison, and all that jazz. Although, they might not have told you everything... Read this dirty note over here."A drawn arrow pointed to a neatly folded, yet filthy note. It seem to explain every fine-print detail of the predicament. ] The entire household became a dreary dead silent, staring at the note with fear and some disbelief. "I-I can't believe this is happening," one person speaks out, to drown the uncomfortable quietness."We can't just sit here and let our friend get killed! We have to do something," someone chants hysterically. "Wait, there's more..." [ The handwriting became messier, as if the person was rushing in the desperation of fleeing. "Listen, you have to break me out before two months, or it'll be too late... I send a letter every week that you'll need to know to bail me out. How do I know so much? A little bird told me.. However, since you know too much, I must say, watch out for... The Birds...." ]
