Ranch Dipped
Hot Wings
Plot: The year was 1892. Crime in Victorian London was still at its peak, as were the number of hangings. The killings that went on, hour after hour, day after day, week after week heavily weighed down on the people’s consciences all over London. People of the Church, news reporters, the poor, and the rich alike began to protest, leaving those in power divided. With prisons filling up as every moment passed, everyone knew something had to be done, and quick.
That was when Saint Rapheal’s stepped in. The private organization promised a new way of punishing its criminals, while at the same time, helping them to become moral and god-fearing. Not only did they already have a location up, running with a complete, full staff, but they didn’t require any grand amount of money from the British Government. Some joked it was as if they were begging to take care of the prisoners.
It didn’t take long for Parliament to decide that some of the most infamous, deadly captured criminals would be sent as a “test group" to these new facilities.
Out of sight, out of mind. There was no need for guilt that way. And with the prisoners out of their hands, who really cared about what happened to the group anyhow? They had other, more pressing matters to attend to.
Little were they aware of the true nature of Saint Raphael’s, or the people running the show. Behind the high, moldy, stone walls, out far in the countryside, no one can see the senseless beatings and torture the prisoners are put through; no one can see the pleasure it gives the sadistic correction officers, doctors, and therapists.
Saint Raphael’s House of Spiritual Correction is a lie. It’s not a place for those of heinous sin to be purified and shown the rightful path, no— it’s a corrupt, sadistic playground for the criminally insane. It’s a place where criminals live both behind and out of bars, where women prisoners are “rented” out to guards as rewards, where torture or “discipline” sessions are a common occurrence, where prisoners are constantly bribed to give information to the correction officers, betraying the many gangs forming.
Will Parliament be fooled into opening more of these facilities, allowing these monsters full reign?
Will you even survive to stop them?
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Rules
That was when Saint Rapheal’s stepped in. The private organization promised a new way of punishing its criminals, while at the same time, helping them to become moral and god-fearing. Not only did they already have a location up, running with a complete, full staff, but they didn’t require any grand amount of money from the British Government. Some joked it was as if they were begging to take care of the prisoners.
It didn’t take long for Parliament to decide that some of the most infamous, deadly captured criminals would be sent as a “test group" to these new facilities.
Out of sight, out of mind. There was no need for guilt that way. And with the prisoners out of their hands, who really cared about what happened to the group anyhow? They had other, more pressing matters to attend to.
Little were they aware of the true nature of Saint Raphael’s, or the people running the show. Behind the high, moldy, stone walls, out far in the countryside, no one can see the senseless beatings and torture the prisoners are put through; no one can see the pleasure it gives the sadistic correction officers, doctors, and therapists.
Saint Raphael’s House of Spiritual Correction is a lie. It’s not a place for those of heinous sin to be purified and shown the rightful path, no— it’s a corrupt, sadistic playground for the criminally insane. It’s a place where criminals live both behind and out of bars, where women prisoners are “rented” out to guards as rewards, where torture or “discipline” sessions are a common occurrence, where prisoners are constantly bribed to give information to the correction officers, betraying the many gangs forming.
Will Parliament be fooled into opening more of these facilities, allowing these monsters full reign?
Will you even survive to stop them?
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Rules
- All RPN rules apply.
- This will be detailed. At least a paragraph, but I would really appreciate more. And you haaaaave to progress the plot. Don't be boring. Make things happen.
- Realistic pictures only.
- No OOC drama.
- Decent grammar is a must.
