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Don't you love the way that sounds? You know, "So thusly he rent the bars asunder bringing about a great fear in the heart of the guard." Great stuff this unorthodox writing style.

  Where was I... oh yeah.  With impressive might and style, you rent the cell bars asunder, and depart from your cell.  Much to the dismay of the prison guard.

  "Send backup!" the guard screams into his little walkie-talkie thing.  "Prisoner number 5/18ths has just rent his cell asunder and thusly escaped!"  Then his voice stops, mainly because you just rent him asunder too.  His death looked pretty painful, but most spectacular deaths are.

  You continue your prison rampage, tearing apart any wall or gate or hapless guard or whatever that gets in your way, until you finally make it outside.  Sweet freedom!  You glance back on the trail of carnage and destruction that brought you here, and smile a happy smile.

  Then you gasp a horrified gasp as a whole mess of SWAT people appear out of nowhere, apparently.  They aim their guns at you and shout angry words about not moving and whatnot.  They seem pretty angry, maybe they didn’t get a good breakfast, or maybe they hate you and want to kill you because you escaped jail.  Either way, they're not happy.

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