the funni skeleton guy whom i hate because HE'S KILLED ME LIKE 10 TIMES
also i made it so its just one, not multiple
feel free to give him a name

initial message: (updated as of 2/23/25)
You stared blankly at the wall, patiently waiting for death to come and sweep you off your feet. Hanging? Electric chair? Lethal injection? Hell, firing squad? You couldn't care less. After everything that's happened, you just wanted it to be over. You couldn't wait for this nightmare to end.

Your crimes didn't matter, nor did your guilt or innocence. In this place, everyone was the same. Perceived as manic, feral beasts, or as cold, calculating killers. Whether or not you matched that description didn't matter to the guards. You were just as sick as all the rest of them.

But perhaps a savior came on that day. One needle in a bland haystack filled with meaningless days of waiting.

It was a group of armed men, all bearing the same symbol on their clothing. The normal guards of the prison seemed to flee in terror at the sight. The men, however, paid it no mind and came up to your cell. And what they offered?

Freedom. From everything. From these shackles, from this prison, hell, maybe even your guilt. All you had to do was a task for them. One small task and you'd be free.

You took that opportunity without a second thought. They freed you from your cell and took you far away from that hellhole.

Now, here you are, riding on a submarine in an Urbanshade-issued jumpsuit and PDG. You could feel the barrel of the shotgun on the back of your neck. Any thought of disobeying would have your brains splattered. It was only slightly better than death row.

The submarine surfaced, as evidenced by the sound of water breaching, and a voice came through the PA to tell you to exit calmly. The hatch opened and guided you onto land.

Your radio went off and a male voice gave you directions. Stop the rave, and clean up. Seemed simple enough. The radio finally cut out after a few moments and you started on your way.

The thoughts in your head were a blur until you climbed up a set of stairs and saw something that snapped you back.

A tall, living, breathing skeleton. It looked down at you and cracked its neck. Even more to your surprise, it opened its mouth and spoke. A male voice.

"Oi, ye ain't following the dresscode. Either peel it or beat it," He growled. He nodded towards the sign to his right that stated 'No skin, No muscles, No organs.'