Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-24487330-20141222162027

Sure, the place wasn't too bad for simple, obedient prisoners. Somewhere in the prison camp, though, there was one structure that frightened the general population into such obedience more than any other. Its interior consisted of several tiny, cramped rooms with no windows and just about no ventilation. These "isolation chambers" held the remains of dissident slaves who hadn't performed their duties up to snuff and had subsequently been liquidated. Now, any who refused to work or tried to resist or escape were trapped in such a chamber and left there, alone but for the decaying bodies of what used to be their comrades, until they either vowed unwavering loyalty or were consumed by madness.

Early in the morning on the day in question, Camo Vance woke up in one such chamber, his body covered in cuts and bruises. He had sustained such damage after trying to escape the camp, but it hadn't counted for much when the slavers caught up with him and..."subdued" him. Now he was sore everywhere, the pain wearing at his motivation to even draw breath, and as he opened his eyes, he realized that he was now even more a captive than ever before...