Hello! This is an RP for as many players as you want. You are all acting together, so you can chose to ignore everyone else or help them. (Or screw them).
The Goal The goal is to escape the prison. As simple as that. Anyone can join at any time, just read about 1 or 2 pages back before you join so you know whats happening. I will update for turns once a day.
The Prison Height: 30 stories Security: High
There are guards and cameras. Oh, and a lava moat. I'll describe each room as you get to it.
Remember. If you die, you die. (Until the next prison!)
Once someone escapes out I will end it and start with a new prison. Groups are allowed to escape together. Let's go!
You run back through the doors and find the corridor still clear. The footsteps are almost there though. You manage to unlock all the doors but one before you are forced to retreat back into the mess hall.
Everyone's cell is now unlocked except for Farrowking37's. Here is the description.
Another prisoner bursts in and unlocks your door. He rushes back out as soon as he is done.
You look around. Sitting in a little container is an array of spoons. There are 4 steaming trays of glop underneath heat lamps on the counter. There is a door on the other side of the counter, supposedly leading to the kitchen. Across the room is a door the probably goes to another corridor of cells.
The doors open to reveal a stairwell. The number 27 is painted on the wall in large blue letters. The stairwell goes up as well as down. Suddenly you hear a pounding on the door and guards burst in, opening fire immediately.
I go over to the stairs quickly and quietly. I check around me to see if there are guards. I run down the stairs and if I see a guard I jump down and hit them with the toilet.
You run down the stairwell firing two of your six shots. One guard stumbles. A bleeding hole in his leg, holding up the rest of the guards. You are already 4 floors down before the first guard makes it into the stairwell. Running as fast as you can you make it to the 13th floor before having to duck into the door. You look around and find yourself in a long hallway with labeled doors dotting the corridor.
You run through the mess hall noting a splattering of blood and tracing it to a guard lying moaning in the corner. He looks up. Noticing you. He is just about to shout when you bash him on the head with the toilet seat. You move on down the stairs. The floor is 27. Pounding feet are rushing down the stairs below you. You begin to head down.
Surveillance, Morgue, Operating 1, Armory, Guard Lounge among others are what the labels read. The door bursts open behind you. A bullet pierces your right arm.
