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>>976614
I...
What?
You want me to burn down a solid, carved out cave? Wow, I really am crazy.
Also, and I need to MAKE THIS CLEAR, in case you didn't read between the lines: I. Do. Not. Want. To. Move. The. Torch.
That gets me pushed to the floor, kicked around, yelled at until my ears stop working, strangled until I lose senses, and when I wake up, they give me a refresher course just to keep the lesson in mind.
... Okay, since you're voices in my head, I thought you could see what I'm seeing. But just to be clear: whatever you're looking at, is solid rock. And no, I don't know how Solaris engineers carve square prison cells out of some kind of bedrock, but they do.
[Note: From the Prisoner's perspective, the walls are solid rock. From your perspective, they are planks.]
>>976615
I don't want to remember why I'm in here, but I know who's keeping me in here.
Solaris. They consider themselves an empire. They claim they rule the whole of the mainland, or will eventually. If they're just as cruel and ruthless to the rest of the world the way they've treated us prisoners, I think they've succeeded.
As should be obvious, Solaris agents have a very fanatical view of light and fire. If they can reach a place, they'll put light or a torch near it. They refuse to let any of their torches burn out, to the point that intentionally snuffing a flame may be grounds for a death sentence (seriously, one of my former inmates got arrested for putting the flames out on his burning wife because she happened to be the only thing alight in the room), and they consider the darkness the aura of their Ultimate Evil. Some of the more fanatical members - well, I've only met one before, but he basically cut his own eyelids off.
>>976618
Well, I...
*sigh*
These torture-devices are really melted together, but... I guess I can try. Not like I'm not going to get a beating today...
Just to be clear, though: the guards have this freaky power to know when we are holding something we're not supposed to. Last time I smuggled a spare fork under my excuse of a bed, five of them rushed in and piled on me. And they even found a second fork that a previous occupant hid somewhere even better! How the hell does THAT happen?!
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