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eRepublik Book of the Dead; Part #2:




At a medium security prison, somewhere in the Northwest;

I finally arrived at the penitentiary. I say, "Finally," because I would be gaining a lot of liberties. I received an ID card, a bundle of bed linens and a cavity search.
"Squat and cough," I was told.
I was housed in a 50 man dorm. People would arrive and depart, frequently. Occasionally, there were a few beds open.
I unpacked my things on the top bunk and introduced myself to the guy sleeping on the bottom.

It didn't take long before I knew with whom I would be hanging out; The institution from which I had come implemented a, "No Smoking Policy." Anyone that hadn't been here for the last 20 years, had experienced the drought. A man that I will always remember as, Roach, walked up to me and asks, "Do you need a cigarette?"

I was restless, that night. I stayed up late with a copy of Plato's Symposium. The next day, there was a Riot. Members from the NOI had thrown a member of the AB, off of a balcony. He survived the three story plummet to the concrete. But, he was never heard from again. It was a retaliation for a previous day's incident. One gang member had killed another gang's member, by hitting them in the head with a home made machete. The dispute was over a dept.
I didn't witness any of these crimes. I was only a witness to one murder, while, I was there. It was, also, over a debt.

The prison, a private corporation, was all about work. Many people that had received disability payments, were now put to work. Although, the work was "Voluntary,." if you refuse to work; You go to the hole.
I started looking for ways to escape, immediately. Although, I never gave serious consideration to any of my plans. The prison had a good place to work out and a good library. Along with some other forms of recreation. This would keep me pacified.
The exercise area was dominated by the AB and the Library was dominated by the NOI. Most of the other cliques moved around freely. Although, sometimes, there was a lot of tension.

After about a month, I recognized someone that I knew from the street. He was a former, wrestler that had been elected as a N.Y. senator. But, I've been mistaken, before. So, I asked, "Are you Franklin Stone?"
"Yes I am," He replied, "Would you like an autograph?"
"That would be great," I said, "I don't have anything to write with, though."
Then, he said, "I'll get it for you later." To whom should I make it out?
"Well, honestly, I don't know much about your wrestling career," I confessed, "I'm more interested in your political involvement."
He declared, "Can we talk about this as we exercise?"
The conversation went as follows:



*Ghost of Tom Joad* Where did you hear about eRepublik?

*Franklin Stone* I was cruising the interweb for game to play and found it on a game list somewhere.


*Ghost of Tom Joad* What was your first party?

*Franklin Stone* Wow. Believe it was the old AMP, when it was run by it's founder -name escapes me right now; the Bastards of Liberty and now We The People.

*Ghost of Tom Joad* What is your problem with Pfeiffer?

*Franklin Stone* What I have a problem with is not Pfeiffer, it is disloyalty to America and he is just the most visible example; he commits the acts and I point them out. I feel this game should be (role) played like it is reality, in RL what DMV3 and Pfeiffer did would be considered treason. DMV3 attacked American forces occupying Canadian core regions, but stopped short of actually attacking American soil. Pfeiffer fought for the enemy on American soil against an ally, so by proxy he attacked American forces who fought in that Campaign, he therefore fought on American soil against American forces.

*Ghost of Tom Joad* Who is the most powerful man in eAmerica?

*Franklin Stone* Unfortunately I believe that citizen is Pfeiffer, a citizen who most will agree is an asshole; in RL you do one of two things with assholes -wipe them or stay away from them.

*Ghost of Tom Joad* If you were the PotUS; What would be the best approach to this problem?

*Franklin Stone* First, I have no desire to be President, being a Congress Members is hard enough. The only way to change the American culture is to remove the Congressional Forums from the eUSA Forums, away from the meta game being played and the server being paid for by citizens who seldom if ever actually come to eRepublik.. For 2 weeks while those Forums were down eRepublik chugged right along without them, we need to conduct Congressional business either through in game message threads, free forums or best of all use the in game eRepublik Forums.

*Ghost of Tom Joad* I've heard that this is not your first incarnation; Do you recall a former life.

*Franklin Stone*
http://www.erepublik.com/en/citizen/profile/2317228
http://www.erepublik.com/en/citizen/profile/4985046
http://www.erepublik.com/en/citizen/profile/6584939

*Ghost of Tom Joad* Where do you see eRepublik in 5 years?

*Franklin Stone* I don’t think it will be around in 5 years. When I started playing this game there were 40,000 Americans and I saw a bright future for this game, I felt that 'eRepublik Rising' was a step in the right direction, however a ground swell ticket campaign of complaints caused them to roll it back to what we have now.



"Alright, that answers my questions, thanks," I said.
I added, "Off the recor😛 you can make that autograph out to Little Skull Crusher."

The penitentiary library had been converted from an old gym. Underneath the library was an old locker-room.
I was at the library. I asked Roack where the nearest restroom was. He grinned and said, "It's downstairs, but, I don't think you want to go down there."
I asked, "Why not?"
Two other guys started cracking up. He laughed and shook his head.
This didn't discourage me. It had made me more curios. So, I headed downstairs, in spite of them.
There was old locker room. It was in pretty bad need of maintenance. I proceeded to the next room, which had no door. Inside the restroom, there was a inmate that was performing a sex act on another inmate.
Rather than interrupt, I left quietly.
When I got back to the library, I was greeted with the cackles of several inmates.

I had daydreamed of a daring escape; Maybe someone would find out where I'm being kept and drive a tank through the fence. Maybe I'd crawl through miles of sewage and come out of a storm drain. But, it wouldn't be an act of courage that set me free. Nor would it be an elaborate plan. It was a sinple human error.
I was mopping the floor, in the hallway, when a transformer exploded. It was outdoors. But, it was surrounded by fences and concertina wire. The only way to get at it was to go through the building.
When the guy from the electric company showed up, he walked down the hallway that I had just mopped. The guard that was supervising my work started talking to the electrician about a job. They both walked outside.

There was an intercom, system that was relayed to the control center. From the control center, cameras were set up to observe movement. I pressed the button and told them that I was the guy form the electric company and that I needed to go back to my van and get some tools. I repeated this twice and made my way into a garage, with a thick steel door. I pressed the button on the intercom. Could you open 800. A, please.
The door opened, I saw a large utility truck with a boon attached. I ran over to it and found the keys inside. I fired it up and headed down the only road that lead out of the compound. The front gate lifted right up. (The guard must have recognized the truck that had recently come in.)
I was on the open road and my heart was pounding. (Surely, someone must have caught on by now.) I parked, in front of a bar. None of the cars had keys in them. So, I fled through the woods.

I had no idea where I was and I ended up sleeping in someone's barn. That night, I could see the light from the town. I walked toward the light and figured out where I was. I found a phone and called a friend. He said that the police had already been looking for me. Then, arranged for a ride to retrieve me.
When I saw a friend drive up to the gas pump, I felt incredible relief. But, I still don't feel as though I've gotten away. I've developed a paranoia of the police, a general distrust for people, a loss of my relationships and property and no one had better touch me while I'm sleeping.
We should be ashamed.




My Platform For Party President:







Today; I applied as a candidate for the Socialist Freedom Party, Presidency.
As you might expect, "I've got big plans." But, I been around long enough to realize, "Many things that I planned, will not materialize."

My plans:
I would like to oversee the increase in membership and recruitment.
I would like to oversee the creation of communes, that are not part of the M.U.
I would like to oversee diplomacy in domestic and foreign affairs.

Some things are certain. It will be an office that has a lot of responsibility and not a lot of power;

Loose Cannon:
I will have less time to spend on the eRepublik Fan Fiction.
I will need to change the format of the paper, to better fit the party's needs.
I will be bringing back the Tanks for Tots and Government Cheese programs.

Political;
By running for party president, I will be putting myself into a position from which I can not run a consecutive congressional term.
I'll give my word to help someone else that wants a congressional seat.


The Socialist Freedom Party will be tested, as much as I. A vote for me will be a vote to get involved. If we fail, it means that we all have to drink this Cool-Aid. (Ghost of Tom Joad starts filling plastic cups.)
















Meanwhile, back at Nomos Labs;

We were able to resuscitate him. He is in a coma, now. But, we can rebuild him. He will be faster, stronger and smarter than before.

*Jude Conners* That sounds great. When can we get started?

As soon as the labs get an 80 trillion dollar grant.

*Jude Conners*
Hmm, we may have to go with plan; B.







Grab a pen and paper. Help us write the people's history.


A song that kept going through my head while I was writing this:Drink to the Dead