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⋆*ೃ:.✧The Juice Crew⋆*ೃ:.✧
the problem is I'm not sure I sure if I want it as a 1x1 or a small group roleplay. Here's the plot with decoration, that'll be added later:
[ 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?"
[ 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?"
