Your old gang has spread out to avoid the capture, and you have lost contact with them.

You - of course - try to cheat the system several times - every single one of them ends up in you being caught and beaten up, sometimes **** as a result.

You are **** to take a job you hate by your parole officer. It's at the cafe where every day you're **** to serve everyone drinks and pastries naked as they comment on your criminal status.

After four years pass (result of your constant escape attempts), you find your asshole was completely destroyed by the plug, and now you need to wear one constantly regardless of your sentence, because you can't afford the recovery surgery.

And you can't afford surgery while working the lowest income jobs - only ones that will hire someone off the servitude registry.

Your days pas by as you struggle helplessly until one of your former crew contacts you again ...

Friday Ends!

Well. The revolutions didn't quite go as planned, did it? A bit of a shame. But that's how it often goes.

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