Not my death, but the deaths of an unprecedented number of those under my command.
I shouldn't have taken the boss's advice on using a holding cell to save money quite so seriously.
By the time I realised how out of control the population was and shut down new arrivals, the cell was already looking like something from the Philippines. I built more beds in there, but what I really needed to do was knuckle down and make some proper damn cellblocks, and that would take some time. So I foolishly continued on as I was.
A massive riot broke out between the bunk room and the showers, claiming thirty lives.
Thirty! And plenty of the dead weren't inmates, but guards and riot police. Hell, I wound up with just two remaining guards, and not enough hands on deck to stack the bodies. Ended up having to build an extra morgue across the street to get all the corpses out of the damn way.
Surprisingly, I still have my job, somehow.
As shocked as I was to receive a second chance, I am certainly making the most of it. A new contingent of armoured guards with shotguns, patrolling constantly through the bunks, has kept the prisoners in line quite nicely since. I gave my new, replacement regular guards armour, too, after seeing the sort of damage these brutes can do with just things like screwdrivers and keys.
And, of course, I've finally built some proper cells to spread out the population somewhat. I'm determined not to have a repeat of that disaster.
I also started a new program of anger management classes, for a rather large pool of volunteers. Prison Architect.
This game is actually pretty damn fun! A bit rough around the edges, but oh well.