Justicalia
Our Good Home Prudence Penitentiary for the Peregrine and Penalized, often pilloried as Killhouse, plays host to three species of detained individuals.
The first of which is the Penitent; the annual congregants of Killhouse who, by breach or break, via the Gauntlet or at the long end of a Lawdog’s gun - finds their way to the expansive General Population wings of the only incarceratory force in the San Saba Territories. Each year they are, in October, expunged of their sins and expelled into the Lonestar as new and freshly pressed as a churchgoers best - redeemed by Our Lady Tabitha St. Mercy, Warden of Killhouse.
The second species of detained is the Lifer, those truly reprehensible few who have earned a life sentence at Killhouse - for as long as their wretched durations might last. These dolorous and ill-starred maniacs who are the beating and fetid heart of Prudence’s purpose lie in the vaunted XXX Wing where they are not allowed to die - as for the Lifers of Killhouse - death means freedom.
The third species of incarcerated that Our Good Home plays host to is a temporary one; driven to her hermetically-sealed halls by the promise of an old-world ventilation system. This third species is You, Brave Survivor.
Hellbent as you are to outrun the screaming cloud of death pouring from of the cracked and broken ground beneath new Bravado and spreading with terrifying rapidity across the face of the Lonestar Wastes - you must make it to Killhouse, the only promise within a hundred miles, of maintaining the unruptured state of your breathing organs and bastion of the most dangerous criminals in the contiguous San Saba.
And there the Warden of Killhouse, entrenched in her own traditions and on the eve of the Indulgence, will welcome you inside with the caveat that you must be canonized as her Justices on this day of holy work and earn your clean and unkilling air by honoring her praxis and redeeming those who seek it - and damning to darkness the unyielding few who make her infernal jailhouse necessary.
The Conduit
“I think if we follow this tunnel, it should lead us to one of the old breakerboxes. Come on. This way”
Attention Prudence Penitentiary : The faint light of the red emergency backup lights begin to fade into darkness. Stillness. The blaring alarms slowly warp in their sounds as even those systems fade. Silence. Worse yet, the clean air you have been breathing becomes stale and choked as the whirring white-noise of the prison's filtration systems com to a shuddering stop. Emptiness. If we are to survive--if YOU are to survive--swift action is required. Effort. How long can you hold your breath? Maybe you didn’t want to play this kind of game, maybe not with these playmates, but life has a funny sense of humor sometimes. Reality. Ideas of what you can do begin to trickle across your grey-matter lobes as the initial panic shockwave subsides. Be wise. Be brave. Be tricky. Survive.