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R48 - And yeah some bad tattoos
Aug. 5th, 2014 10:19 pmIs it 'share my rap sheet' week again? Gracious.
Since I've been kind of a home body and a lot of you are new; name's Richard Riddick. Breakfast shift warden, you've probably seen me behind the waffles.
Also a felon. Also sort of accidentally the head of a death cult. My rap sheet... you'd get bored if I went on all day; just sprinkle the words 'murder' and 'manslaughter' and 'aggravated assault' around liberally, chuck in some 'flight from justice' and a handful of counts of 'grand theft spacefaring vehicle' and you've got the picture. I've got a bodycount of my own.
And yes, to those who asked? I'm a warden. Mister Graham. [Prissyface at you, sir.]
This seems like a good segue into a point that keeps getting forgotten when new inmates roll in and old ones go out; there's barely, barely a behavioral code for wardens. You shouldn't ever trust someone just because they have the keys to the bar. We've had, and we'll have again, wardens who were outright amoral assholes openly looking for their paycheck. Ask your favourite lifer about the Terminator sometime. The qualifications for warden have nothing to do with virtue and everything to do with the ability to help someone else in a very specific way.
So stop thinking this is really about justice, about good people fixing bad people. Bullshit; whatever the admiral's reasons, all this place is for us is a long breather where we get our lives patched back up. It doesn't mean we're forgiven, it doesn't mean the slate's wiped clean, it means when we do get out it's because we learned how to live in a way that doesn't harm so many other people. Including ourselves. Don't think of this as a prison, because I know none of us were formally charged when we got dumped here. This is an unfriendly space phenomenon, a bad dream, the hostile planet we wrecked ourselves on. You don't escape it by fighting. You can't fight gravity with a shiv. You escape it by repairing your shit.
Redraw the lines in your mind, who's good, who's bad. If you question your own judgement, question it on what you observe for yourself, not what you've been told. Forget what you think about becoming a model citizen or making things right, and concentrate on the quality of your own life.
[Private to Arthas]
I was going to ask if it was a'ight to take a month off and try to find a safe place for the dog, after he got chewed up this last takeover... but it seems like a bad time now.
Since I've been kind of a home body and a lot of you are new; name's Richard Riddick. Breakfast shift warden, you've probably seen me behind the waffles.
Also a felon. Also sort of accidentally the head of a death cult. My rap sheet... you'd get bored if I went on all day; just sprinkle the words 'murder' and 'manslaughter' and 'aggravated assault' around liberally, chuck in some 'flight from justice' and a handful of counts of 'grand theft spacefaring vehicle' and you've got the picture. I've got a bodycount of my own.
And yes, to those who asked? I'm a warden. Mister Graham. [Prissyface at you, sir.]
This seems like a good segue into a point that keeps getting forgotten when new inmates roll in and old ones go out; there's barely, barely a behavioral code for wardens. You shouldn't ever trust someone just because they have the keys to the bar. We've had, and we'll have again, wardens who were outright amoral assholes openly looking for their paycheck. Ask your favourite lifer about the Terminator sometime. The qualifications for warden have nothing to do with virtue and everything to do with the ability to help someone else in a very specific way.
So stop thinking this is really about justice, about good people fixing bad people. Bullshit; whatever the admiral's reasons, all this place is for us is a long breather where we get our lives patched back up. It doesn't mean we're forgiven, it doesn't mean the slate's wiped clean, it means when we do get out it's because we learned how to live in a way that doesn't harm so many other people. Including ourselves. Don't think of this as a prison, because I know none of us were formally charged when we got dumped here. This is an unfriendly space phenomenon, a bad dream, the hostile planet we wrecked ourselves on. You don't escape it by fighting. You can't fight gravity with a shiv. You escape it by repairing your shit.
Redraw the lines in your mind, who's good, who's bad. If you question your own judgement, question it on what you observe for yourself, not what you've been told. Forget what you think about becoming a model citizen or making things right, and concentrate on the quality of your own life.
[Private to Arthas]
I was going to ask if it was a'ight to take a month off and try to find a safe place for the dog, after he got chewed up this last takeover... but it seems like a bad time now.
