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"W-Who are you?"
"Me? I'm a pirate! Kekeke! And I do what I want! Now get talking so I can get started!"
"E-Erm... what should I talk about?"
"How does this place work? Who runs it and where are they? Those are good starts."
The girl and her little brother try to explain things to the best of their abilities. Thankfully they can draw some shapes in the sand to help illustrate things. They drew many rings to represent the many ring-walls that separate people. They are numbered and each one is worked by specific groups of people that never, ever leave their designated ring. Being assigned to a different ring is a form of punishment as the different rings hate each other.
"Why do you hate the other slaves?"
"Because they are the reason we don't eat!"
She explains with copious amounts of vitriol in her voice. Apparently the different rings are engaged in a sort of "race". Each of them compete to see who works more every day, which is measured by the depth of the ring. The deeper you go the better you do, the better you do the more food you get, the more food you get the ones after you get less. Over the years they developed all sorts of tactics and tricks to cheat the system. But if you cheat that usually means you skipped some pretty important safety measures, which means that in the near future you can expect a tragedy to happen which WILL set you back more than how much advantage you gained. You thought it was based on how much stuff they gather but no. The actual purpose of the competition is to divide the prisoners by giving them someone other than the wardens to hate.
"And the wardens?"
The kids point at the northern point of the map and draw a line down to the middle, which symbolizes a cart system that carries all the mined resources to the top. It's also the place where the wardens distribute food when meal time comes. Singular. As there is only one each day. They use a series of elevators to descend and deliver supplies. Sadly the kids only know of one guy as each ring has their own delegated warden. Crusteau is his name. He's mocked as "Crab Hand" when he's not looking. But it became a name that the prisoners fear as he's quite a cruel man. And quite an ugly one too from what you heard.
Picking your teeth clean with a fishbone you smirk.
"I see. Oh well. Guess it'll be a surprise!"
You look over to Pepe.
"What do you think Clown?"
"What? Me?"
"Shall we go on a rampage now or catch up with the others and attack all at once?"
"It's really not my place to say... But if I had to choose organizing with the others may be more time consuming but will guarantee our success more."
>Nah! The riots start NOW!
>Hmmmm. Maybe we could break down the walls and organize an all out riot with the others
>Other?
