NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc-Ok, So here is whats gonna happen if i get any people willing to join, You may make a max of 5 people, And your goal is to escape the camp or die trying, the terrain is very cold and pretty much hell that has froze....

IC: The camp was lit only by candles which were given to the prisioners, Guards were living nicely, Cabins with fireplace's while the prisioners slept in canvas tents with only candles for warmth, It seemed impossible to escape, 4 people had attempted and been shot, Besides if anyone did escape they would need to find someone alive, And doesent support the DS19 terrorist org, But anything is possible....

A P.O.W. was being dragged to 'the duengeon', He tried to struggle and get up, He was pushed back down then the guard was being impatient, He took out a sawn-off shotgun, And putted it to the mans chest, The guard told him

"Good night"

The POW closed his eyes, Then was shot in the chest dieing instantly, His lifeless body, Was dragged then stuck onto a wooden pole, As a warning to all the prisioners, That they shouldnt make any mistakes...

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2nd Lieutenant Rick Steinbach, Cottish Air Force, had been shot down over DS19 while on a recon mission in his beloved F-16R 49 days ago. After 5 days in the wilderness, he had been found and captured. But not before he had emptied all the 80 rounds he had been carrying for his trusty FN Five-seveN, killing 21 enemies and wounding 20 more.

During the interregation, he hadn't said a word to the interregators. Not even when they started with the torture. Now, as a result of that resistance, he was 4 fingers short on his left hand. He could never fly again, and he didn't have any family. So, basicly, he had very little to live for.
But he promised himself to keep his oath to the Fatherland and live to tell the tale. Hopefully, his emergency beacon had been activated when he ejected. Any minute now, he expected the Cottish MV-22 Ospreys coming in, filled with Omegas, followed suit by RAH-66As, guns blazing.

While he waited, he struggled to keep his candle lit inside his crappy canvas tent. The guards lived in their hot-shot cabins. It only made them weak, Rick thought to himself. He would survive. It would be suicide to think otherwise. When he had regained as much of his strength as possible, he would try an escape. It was his duty as an officer in the Cottish military to try escape at the earliest possible occasion.