The Syndicate

Yall I have seen God and he told me we'd pass this challenge no problem

Dat irony when MP won't modkill

Though to be fair so far only 50% of the living people have voted.

I've already protested. All I can do now is chill out and hope the no-show is willing to show and also lynch his or her self.

We've already lost. Best to spend the next 48 hours being happy.

Prisoner 483934 wrote:Let's just suck it up and vote, fellow prisoners. Nothing we can do about the rules.

I'm not usually identified by a barcode.

Betcha the other half of the game is complaining that the prisoner system is too easy.

RIOT
RIOT
RIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

I missed you guys I hope we don't get segregated again.

God damn if only the challenge was "Nobody vote or post or contribute."

*Hunger Games gang sign*

Yo I'm 277 not 227 Fuck.

Things were tense in the Prison Yard. More tense than usual, if such a thing was possible. With no word from their opressive Warden for some time, many of the Prisoners began speculating as to their tormentors fate, with 'horrible, gruesome death'' leading in the betting pools. In his stead, a mysterious voice projected over the intercom had been giving them their tasks. Unfortunately the disappearance of the Warden had coincided with a particularly sour losing streak amongst the prison population. And as the voice explained their next task, it looked increasingly likely that the streak would continue.

A seemingly simple task: all that was required was that everyone in the yard agree on who to punish for their previous failures, including the one receiving the lethal punishment. Unfortunately, many of the prisoners responsible for those failures were in a state of frustratingly perpetual apathy. And so it seemed unlikely that these braindead lawbreakers were likely to agree on anything.

Apathy was not however in the fibers of Prisoner 227's being. He sat brooding on a bench in the yard, staring out towards the basketball hoop where several of his cohorts were passing the time by passing a basketball between them and occasionally taking very poor shots at the hoop. One hand rapping on the wooden surface of the table and another resting just under it and out of sight, 227 sent a glance towards 813, signalling that their moment had come.

813 dropped the basketball, and in a hushed tone explained the situation to the other players. They nodded, and the group dispersed throughout the yard.

227, for his part, sent his attentions now towards the prisoner on his left, one of the "troublemakers."

"What did you say?" 227 asked. No response.

"You got a problem with me, buddy?" Again, no response.

227 got to his feet, revealing the shank from his previously concealed hand. The prisoner at his side made no attempt to give anything resembling a shit. 227 plunged the shank into the neck of 331 and kicked his body over onto the bench, blood splattering upward like a geyser before cascading down, turning the chipped green paint on the bench a murky brown.

"Screw this nerd challenge." 227 called out. "We're here, they're not, lets kill 'em all and let God sort it out."

The other conspirators set about doing just that, and the Voice looked on in abject horror at the chaos it had wrought. +

Prisoner 319159 wrote:Wat am I doing? Who is 331? Should I be concerned? I'm a nice guy.

Smile, vote, and move along.

If you're here and you do not vote for 331 I will make it my mission to get you shanked please try me.

If 331 shows up and votes for themselves I will be soundly surprised.

Can we rezz 15 for a couple minutes he seemed keen on being shanked

Part of me thinks this challenge was designed hoping that there would be no inactive prisoners, but then the other part of me says rather loudly "Hey have you ever been on the Syndicate before?"

We'd have better luck shanking me, and I would definitely vote for myself :P

Sick april fools prank guys. Back to our cells we go.

Instant fail lol.