Erchus and I were separated. He was sent where the put people who got kicked out of orders of healers, I was sent to where they put people who are too awesome (obviously that's why they removed us, my awesomness). I didn't really know much about where we ended up. I could tell it was almost like where we'd been, building and everything, but everything seemed warped. Like the building's were slightly frayed, the sky was a weird purplish green and all the people not currently locked up or being moved around, were some form of horrific monster (one has to wonder if in their dimension people were the real monsters... nope still them with their horrible monsterness). Magic also didn't work because of course it didn't. Stupid monster land!
"Name?" I was suddenly reminded of my time in The Guard's land of processing. Sure there I was at a desk, and here I was in a chain gang with other people who looked like life had been drained out of them, but still similarities!
"I don't believe in names sir, I believe that names make you a prisoner." The creature asking for my name was ugly. Half my height, triple my weight, and all ass for a face, I hoped he was an outlier and not a prime example of whatever monster creature made up his race.
"Seriously you're going to do this to me today?" It was not what I expected, like I expected him to yell out to one of things holding us prisoner and that thing would beat me, but his complaint was more of making his job harder and not out of some malice.
"You really expect me to make this easier for you? You understand I'm shackled to the person in front and behind me and they both smell like day old garbage right?" Neither the person in front or behind me disputed this.
"I see your point buddy, but I'm just a worker bee not the queen, I can't make things easier for you, I just take the names down and you move on down the chain."
"Fine fine, mark down Nidget Pavarossi." He noted it and I moved on in my chain. It pained me to claim to be Nidget, but I wasn't exactly going to say who I really was, last time I was in prison in Ronerawth (god thats a sad thing to say) I was there for sixty freaking years! Eventually my chain group got pushed from our processing point to hard labor (they were really efficient in that regard). Hard labor in this case meant mining, I couldn't tell what we were digging for, but I could see the mining pits were huge. Like I didn't know anything about this dimension, but whatever we were trying to unearth had to have been really really deep in the ground.
And so it went for about a week, I'd get up early in the morning (well what I assumed morning) and then dig all day and then bed down with the rest of the slave labor at night. It was physically exhausting but man alive did my arms get big. I tell you chain gang digging can really muscle you up, should you get the chance I really recommend it.
Also short note from last entry, apparently modern cars are highly explosive when set on fire, I know I would never have imagined that to be the case. Till the next entry!
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