Kingbodz, Leonkr9, guys, would you like to appear as inmates or new arrivals? The former will introduce you earlier, but you will only get one, big action before joining, and the latter gives you some more bus-time.
Finish cleaning up what's left of the bed. When I leave, I will "accidentally" leave a sharp-tipped, metal pole piece behind - half hidden in some scrap of covers - almost tempting the other inmates to take it.
[1]You carefully clean the whole place, but when you try to hide the pole from the guards, the tall, muscular one approaches you and says:
"Hey, bud, you gonna stop trying to cause trouble or will we have a problem? Because you can't be sneaky for shit. Put that goddamn thing in the bin and get the hell out."
John casually flips through the books.
[5]You look through the books, and you find that the poetry book has a few pictures that look like they have been cut from Playboy or something like that. You think you could fetch a nice price for these.
"I didn't lay a hand on him, his dumbass did that to himself," Lyon says as the guards move away. He squints at the screen, "Can't see the ball or even the fucking score..."
See if I can get the News to watch anything interesting in the world.
Look if there's any instructional guides on the bookshelves, something like Martial Arts, Gardening, Carpentering, etc. If so, read it. Might as well learn something while I'm in here.
[1]You don't know how to change the channels on the TV, as the only buttons on the cover are just volume up, down and the power button.
[1]Nothing. Unless you want to discover who really killed Mr. Shenley from the books, you won't find out anything.
See if I can do anything to fix or improve the television.
[4]You notice that the antenna is bent a little, so you manipulate with it a bit. The vision improves only slightly, which makes you annoyed. You bash the box from the top, and suddenly the match is shown much better.
Suddenly, you turn your head around and are immediately hit in the face! [6]It kinda glances off, leaving no real bruising, and proving to be only a mere annoyance.
Hubert throws the book at the wall, irritated. He folds his arms across his torso, and begins counting to 10.
[1]You are incredibly fucking pissed off, both because all your effort to do something worthwhile turned to be fruitless, but also because a great book has been ruined. You [6] sit down on your bed and toss the book away, hitting the guy by the TV square in the face, which calms you down quite a bit. [6] Nobody noticed that it was you who threw the book.
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