Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-26068742-20170721021618/@comment-26068742-20170721022532

“Life knows two miseries; getting what you don't want and not getting what you want.” Theses where the words of the of the unborn son, within the Land of Demons held a Prison called Hell's kitchen. An extremely secure prison known for its history of unsuccessful escape attempts. The prison is situated on a island in the middle of the village. The most dangerous criminals, both domestic and foreign alike, are sent here; these prisoners included thieves, traitors, and prisoners of war. For some people this Prison had became home to some who adapted to this hell on earth Palace but for one individuals this was home. He was the only man with a life sentence in this entire Prison, sentenced in Hells favorite place since birth.

All Bane knew was jail but in a few short days this was all going to change for him. The one known as Bane was now in the depths of the Prison hall called solitary confinement. One could stay in the hole for a week or a lifetime depending upon his color and attitude. It is here in the hole that men are made and broken at the same time. It is here that the previous threat of getting “hurt” can realize itself all too quickly. It is very difficult for a layman such as I to describe the atmosphere of the hole but I shall try. Some believe that the very first thing that a person notices about the hole is the desolateness and the feeling of utter aloneness. Some say they feel their soul deserting their being. Here is where the devil strikes and attacks men at their core, Bane had been chained up to the dark confines of the jailhouse.



It’s been 58 hours since he’s seen sunlight his eyes remained closed as he sat within the dark abyss. “Home, sweet home. Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.” His voice echoed throughout the small room, Bane always spoke to himselfs but this would’ve been the first time the he’s heard an answer. “Happy birthday little one.. The Path of the Demon holds only one level.” The voice alerted Bane to lift his head only to see the door open before him, a bright light shining against him. //Get up!// The guard yelled out moving his chains before kicking him out the prison hole.



This voice was much different than the one he heard. //Your being moved to Sector 6 in the yard, We’ve been told you’ve had a lot to think about while you was in there.. Try not to make too many friends fish.// The guard said kicking him again into the yard filled with other prisoners like himself, a hush of silence took it’s toll on the yard as he appeared. Small whispers now picking up just what did he do to get this sentenced people wondered to themselves. Bane on the other hand was attempting to figure out the voice he heard just before he was awaken.