By Darrel Wright
Last night, I was thrown in jail. I have no memory of being arrested or standing trial, but here I am, dressed in orange and being escorted to my cell.
The facilities are nice enough, with areas to read, play music, and exercise. The other inmates are okay fellows who are more than willing to offer some cash in exchange for running their errands. They also sell me a selection of useful items. The walls are claustrophobic, though. The daily routine is suffocating, and the guards are… less than friendly. The more time I spend in this place, the more I realize one glaring truth: I have to get out of here! Continue reading “REVIEW: The Escapists 2”