I'm feeling confident that I may be able to bring this back. The past few weeks, I've had a problem either allocating time for the updates or had troubles with electronic issues, but nonetheless I want to finish this to the actual end. There will also be new info in the OP withing four or five updates. One of the major changes is my update schedule; I'm going to try for an update at least once a week and at most four times a week on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and/or Saturday (If I missed Friday and didn't update that week at all).
With that said and done, here we go.
The prison where you are staying for the night is, relatively, escape proof. The cell you are placed in is a comfortable 6cm by 6cm by 2 cm room made from leather and plastic. You're above the prisoner blocks of the first shoe. The other shoe is on the other side of a small partition of ceramic topped with razorsharp cuttings from the various industrial cutting plants. The main export from the desk, as one might well expect there to be something useful for the prisoners to do, is bullet casings and gun barrels. About twice a month the city's caravans bring in big billets of brass and smaller yet equally valuable bits of tungsten. These are pressed into barrels and bullet casings as normal.
Your stay was uneventful, to say the least. The whole time there was this almost buzz of activity from below. In the night they fed you some wonderful and delicious cooked frog steak garnished with some very appetizing ant nectar. This was sure to be one of the last times you would eat that before going back to the poverty that is your life.
Around two in the morning, the officers come by and question you a little more to make sure you aren't lying about this. After your explanation of events they are somewhat satisfied with what you've said and leave you alone for the rest of the night.
In the morning, you gather your belongings and head off to town. Once again the A.R.C
H.E.R.S are firing at some poor insect, as is normal on a summer morning. Your apartment is twelve blocks into town, so you opt to take the wire, a large length of extension cord that's been hollowed out and is being used as a highway. You get home quickly enough to see old man Zeroch leave for his job at the pantry. He waves hello and hurries off.
You head to your room. The door is slightly ajar and you distinctly remember closing it.
Health: Fine, Dirty
Inventory: Caffeine Water
Jordy's Coat