As you can see Rebel, no matter how hard you swing, the cell will only reform. A marvel of the Emperor's work on nanomachines.
"Shut up! Oh sweet Zurkie I don't care!"
Spoken in the exact same tone and manner every time. Every swing against the metal floor was met with the same remark. For two weeks, Rivet had been locked away in this cell far away from the rest of the prisoners. Solitary confinement, but with a strange 'benefit' that the lighting was borked. Strobe lights, flickering, solid, colors changing at different intervals to the point that there was no pattern to discern.
"Now where were we...oh bolts, I shall have to start over. The benefit of your frequent visitor status is that you have been selected to test our new Rehabilitation Chamber. It's like a normal cell, but you can always see the love of the Emperor everywhere you look. On the walls, in the light, even in you.
Red and yellow spotlights shot from hatches in the ceiling. Too bright to aim at with her hammer, and would most likely give the same results as the rest of the room.
The universe belongs to Emperor Nefarious.
To submit to the Emperor is to give yourself to someone greater
Breathe that air and thank Emperor Nefarious it doesn't give you rust.
Rivet covered her ears, but it wasn't working. The voice was still coming in clear.
To fight against the Emperor is to fight alone.
Join the universe in praising our glorious Emperor.
Rivet flung herself down on the cot as the droning voice would let up, the lights in her cell turning to a fluorescent pink, complete with humming noises and flickering.
"Just five minutes to sleep!" Rivet threw her hammer to the supposed source of the voice, metal of the walls bending to fit the impact, but not breaking.
As you can see Rebel, no matter how hard you swing, the cell will only reform. A marvel of the Emperor's work on nanomachines.
Why in the name of Dan was noone coming? Someone had to have noticed she was gone by now. The Morts? Pierre Zurkie? Hell, she'd take Pierre's dreadful singing over this nonsense.
All Rivet could do was sit and stew in her enclosure as the intercom looped once more.
What she failed to notice however, was that the volume had diminished days ago.
"Shut up! Oh sweet Zurkie I don't care!"
Spoken in the exact same tone and manner every time. Every swing against the metal floor was met with the same remark. For two weeks, Rivet had been locked away in this cell far away from the rest of the prisoners. Solitary confinement, but with a strange 'benefit' that the lighting was borked. Strobe lights, flickering, solid, colors changing at different intervals to the point that there was no pattern to discern.
"Now where were we...oh bolts, I shall have to start over. The benefit of your frequent visitor status is that you have been selected to test our new Rehabilitation Chamber. It's like a normal cell, but you can always see the love of the Emperor everywhere you look. On the walls, in the light, even in you.
Red and yellow spotlights shot from hatches in the ceiling. Too bright to aim at with her hammer, and would most likely give the same results as the rest of the room.
The universe belongs to Emperor Nefarious.
To submit to the Emperor is to give yourself to someone greater
Breathe that air and thank Emperor Nefarious it doesn't give you rust.
Rivet covered her ears, but it wasn't working. The voice was still coming in clear.
To fight against the Emperor is to fight alone.
Join the universe in praising our glorious Emperor.
Rivet flung herself down on the cot as the droning voice would let up, the lights in her cell turning to a fluorescent pink, complete with humming noises and flickering.
"Just five minutes to sleep!" Rivet threw her hammer to the supposed source of the voice, metal of the walls bending to fit the impact, but not breaking.
As you can see Rebel, no matter how hard you swing, the cell will only reform. A marvel of the Emperor's work on nanomachines.
Why in the name of Dan was noone coming? Someone had to have noticed she was gone by now. The Morts? Pierre Zurkie? Hell, she'd take Pierre's dreadful singing over this nonsense.
All Rivet could do was sit and stew in her enclosure as the intercom looped once more.
What she failed to notice however, was that the volume had diminished days ago.
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