Video - Pissy prefect is pissy ALSO, he might be lovely to wardens in the comments :c

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Comrades, Consumers!

Frustrated by your workload as a warden? Annoyed by your inmates stubborn refusal to accept and embrace your moral directives? Sick of the ports, floods, and death tolling? Comrades, do not be disheartened! For Wardens in your position there are a wealth of options all available for a very reasonable price!

[He spreads his hands wide open, and gives one of those totally fake dazzling smiles that he's so good at.]

Our first, and most popular package deal is most appropriate for those of you still driven by the self interest of acquiring the promised reward of the Admiral! It comes with easy application, can be suited to even the most hectic of lifestyles, and many wardens have already adopted it into their program of inmate rehabilitation! It's simple:

Continue to act as though you're better than we are, while you simply stop caring! Stop responding! Ignore every problem as someone else's problem. Fellow warden having a breakdown? Ignore them! Inmate who you're not assigned to asks for help? Ignore them! Violent inmate publicly declares his intent to attack someone while roaming the halls looking for that person?

Ignore them all!

All this package costs is the well being and trust of the inmate population, and the mutual respect and consideration for each other that you're supposed to be teaching us, and Comrades, frankly I'm doing you a favor by taking those obstacles to a happier, calmer life off your hands!

But that's not all, for those of you so diametrically opposed to a life of responsibility that even this deal doesn't sound sufficient, The Factory does of course have an alternative! The price for this is slightly steeper, as it will impact upon your overall net earnings from your time on the Barge, but Brothers, Sisters, when it gets to the point where inmates are protecting each other and looking out for the wellfare of wardens not because they are reformed, but because you are not doing your jobs? Well, it's not as if you're likely to earn that deal on your own anyway! So we at the Factory would like to present an ongoing open offer to all wardens, application effective immediately:

[And the grin just drops away entirely, you get that CREEPY, COLD, DEAD EYED STARE HE USED TO TURN ON SAM WHEN HE WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE]

Leave.

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[buywithme.livejournal.com]

You have weapons. You have guns. I have a room full of cardboard boxes and paperwork.

[Coldest, deadest eyes for you, Ray, and his voice slips into a complete monotone.]

Although, if nothing else, making the conscious decision to allow us to die rather than risk being injured in the attempt to help us is quite efficient. The perpetrator would no doubt be calmer after having exorcised his homicidal urges, easier to return to him room, and the victim would be incapacitated for a week, so unlikely to return any trouble.

Wardens wouldn't be injured, and it would serve as a kind of population control on the inmates.

I can't fault your reasoning, Comrade.

[imjustpretty.livejournal.com]

[Narrowing his eyes. HE DOES NOT LIKE YOU.] Don't you comrade me, buddy. Did you get killed? You don't look dead to me. The guy who helped you out wouldn't have lifted a finger to save anyone if his warden hadn't put in a year of hard work trying to get him to straighten up and fly right.

Newsflash, pal, this isn't wardens vs inmates. It's not a competition. It's supposed to be a collaboration. Which you're doing quite a good job of ruining pitching a fit about having received one lousy death threat.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

[You're getting him on his crazy backslide, normally he's much... well, not less creepy, but less aggressively creepy]

You are in complete control of our lives. You decide what we eat, what functions we fulfill here, you control who we associate with, who can access what we write, you can take away our privacy and you do take away the means by which we might defend ourselves. When necessary, you confine us to cells. If we die, it is upon your word that we are restored.

Collaboration would suggest you temper your power with responsibility for us.

You don't think that an unfulfilled death threat is important. Apparently no warden thought it was important enough to respond too even when he was still looking for me.

From this I understand that those of you who wield such absolute power over every aspect of our lives, do not care about our fear or suffering or death. I'm not a warden, I have no power, and no freedom, and I can not change this. So, Comrade, I believe what I'm trying to communicate is...

[He pauses briefly, searching for the correct words, before glancing back up towards Ray, his expression terribly earnest]

That you should go fuck yourself.

[imjustpretty.livejournal.com]

[He was going to give you a long rant about how this really is a ten-star prison, and about how the only reason you can feel as entitled as you do is because you're not too busy trying to figure out how to avoid getting raped in the showers, but at that last statement, he just pulls up his lip in a sneer.]

And you wonder why nobody cares if you live or die. Sorry, pal, conversation's over.

[Cue Ray shutting off the comm feed. SORRY PREFECT. You hit a sore spot. :|]