Friday, August 22, 2014

No One Trusts A Prophet

"Come on let me out of here I was just trying to tell you all you're doomed!" I admit my method of trying to get released from prison wasn't exactly the smartest move. On the other hand I was not aware trying to warn people about upcoming apocalypses was against the damn law!

"Trezlan if you don't shut up soon I'm going to make you have difficulty answering the charges against you." Law enforcement no matter the time period are generally staffed by dick holes. Its like some kind of job requirement.

"Ok ok fine let yourselves be doomed to a horrific darkness, all I was trying to do is issue a warning from the benevolent gods in my head, but if you guys want to be overtaken by the horrors of the dark that's your own play." The guard let me be and I thought that was the end of that, until the men in white coats arrived and transported me to a sanitarium (a jail for the crazy, which I was not). The men in white coats were nice though, they even gave me a new jacket which restricted my arms and kept me from hurting myself (something they kept assuring me they wouldn't let me do as if I intended on ever harming myself!). Ordinarily I wouldn't be that concerned I conjure fire gods damn it, but the jacket also had that maddening magic canceling crap from the shackles. My room at the sanitarium was padded (with the jacket this seemed overkill), I didn't have a traditional bed, or roommate, but the padding was easy to sleep on. Sort of. All in all I did not appreciate the accommodations, nor did I appreciate that I at no point got to speak to my lawyer. Eventually I did get to speak to someone, but that asshole wasn't even willing to listen to me about the coming apocalypse! In fact he actually seemingly wanted the complete opposite. More on that next entry!

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