Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-27844372-20160122032809/@comment-25908355-20160126192029

Sard is sitting alone in his cell. On his walls are scribbled lots of different things. From math problems, to little poems designated as someone unkown (hint hint) to just political satire.

Footsteps can be heard approaching. Two soldiers arrive at Sard's cell.

Soldier: Hurry out, '914.

Sard gets up and shuffles to the barrier. It lowers and one of the soldiers grabs him by the back of the neck and kicks him forward.

Soldier: I said hurry, you slimey traitor!

Soldier: Where are we taking him, anyway?

Soldier: I don't know. Nor do I really care.

Sard is taken down a long corridor.