It was not planned as well as we thought. The day was a complete fail. But nothing that truly matters was ever accomplished by wallowing in our failures. Even though we learn from failures, not a single thing could have been learnt from this failure. "What a load of bull!" He said to me quietly. "How can they expect us to sit here this long?!" And without a breath he stood up and shot up into the air. "Come back down here you dumb-ass!! Don't you remember? They have the power to keep us in this place!!" I yelled, reminding him that we are in a prison and not a place where we can roam free like we're on holiday. As I sit writing this, i get the memory of how i used to look and why i did. Not many people know but me, myself and I are all in prison because of what happened when the battle happened. And i'm not going to explain what it was about because everyone knows. Me is one of my best friends and i have known him since i was 4. Myself is my other best friend. Myself is her nickname. Whereas Me on the other hand, had been called Me when he was born. "What shall we call him?" His dad said. "Wait are you talking to me?" His mum replied. Then his dad stood up and raised his hand to his chin and started rubbing it continuously and did this for about 5 seconds until, "That's just it! 'Me' is what we will call him!" So they decided to call him 'Me'. "Oi! Sit back down!" Yelled a raspy voice. Then i was lifted up into the air and was pulled as if on a rope or chain and was pulled yet again but this time to the ground. A couple of guards came running out of the thick mist which surrounded us from all directions. The guards were not human unlike the prisoners of which they keep. The people who capture the prisoners were almost all dead but they weren't all dead. The purpose of the prisoners was the payment for the guards. The guards could everything andanything they wanted. The same things happen over and over. One person after the other being dragged in through the mist, on the way there all of the clothes would fall off to leave dry bruised skin. They were hung up in chambers arms and legs stretched out to make the human look like a St Andrews cross spider. The the guards would come up and turn themselves human to... well you can guess but i will tell you anyway. The guards could fly or hover and they would make themselves naked. Most of the guards there were male and all of them have had some sort of connection and by this i mean they have all had sex with each other. So they were all homosexuals. The few women had children with some of the men and once the women had had the child she would kill the male. Actually there is a little bug that travels into the women during sex and had left what it needed to to make the child. Then it would travel back when its over and it would no longer survive. Once its dead, the male can survive around three weeks and then die. That's why most of the men are homosexuals, so they could enjoy the pleasure without having to die.
