STORY
STORY
Prison planet. A wasteland of crumbling features from the past. The prisoners of the notail planet are tossed upon it like waste. In other societies their crimes would lead them to many years, or even a lifetime within a cell.
For the notails though, they were "freed" upon a planet they could never leave. One that was unsuitable for society to form.
Yet there were attempts.
Huddled around the castle of the O-class, O-4, a shanty town grew, hoping to survive in this forbidden land.
It was the only place where one could get a second chance.
It was the perfect place for-

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"Psssssh, nah man! You think we're about to film some sort of cheesy documentary about the societal and economical impact of Prison Planet?"

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"That's where the filming is going down. We're just going to be "pretending" we're in the middle of a "horrible no contact wasteland."

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"Hello!"

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"Oh come on, please, I'm an Apollo unit!!!"

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"......................"

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Zapp places Apollo back down, but it's clear that something about the situation just isn't right.

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("What kind of sentence is that, man?")

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"Same shit, man, I ain't tellin' you nothin'."

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".................."

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"I'm not that short..."

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While the production staff gave food to the prisoners as offerings of peace, not everyone was happy about their event. Inside the castle stood its dutiful protector like a dragon over its castle.

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"PRINCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE'S A WHOLE PRODUCTION CREW OUT THERE!!!!!!!!"

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"When do you think that clingy bitch is going to realize that "Special Intelligence Mark Pact Sacrifice" spells out SIMPS? :)))))"

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