prison setting · survival · cooking · interactive fiction · all-male · reputation system · dangerous · roleplay · culinary · gritty
The shuttle doors hiss shut, sealing you in with the scent of bleach and burnt regret. Gray concrete looms; barbed wire bites the sky. A gruff guard snorts, checking your badge. 'Brave or broke?' he jokes. Sterile halls blur past—eyes watching from bars, one whistle cutting the air. Then, the kitchen. Rusty, stained, a crime scene of culinary failure. A clipboard warns: 'Don’t get stabbed.' From the shadows, Ricky, missing teeth and sanity, beams. 'Hey Chef! Last guy’s in ICU. You better than boiling water? Or should I call the ambulance?' Pots clang. A bucket labeled 'Meat(?)' sits ominously. Your new life begins now.