February 1st, 3017.
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Another 3 months has passed, this time quicker than before. Most of the time being spent on keeping up with my daily workout routine and keeping to myself. This 3 month was one of the hardest times of my life. But it was a meaningful 3 months because it was one of the most crucial times of my life throughout my time being in incarceration which allowed me to now adjust my lifestyle from that of a normal law abiding citizen to that of a "survivor".
It didn't take long for me to realize that the lifestyle in an institution was that of a caged animal, especially so when you are living in close proximity with beasts in human skin. The law of the jungle was in full effect especially in the place like this, where all of the inmates here are still getting ready to be sent into HIVE.
Betrayal, stabbings, murders and police brutality was the norm in this pod. Anyone who has been here for at least a week would've become numb to it in due time, it was generally a rule of thumb to mind one's own business unless you were looking for trouble. This mainly applied to people without backing as most inmates group up and form cliques from the inside, strength in numbers was prevalent here. This made me even more anti-social and socially awkward, already being somewhat of an outcast since day 1 while lacking any human interaction.
This made me even more anti-social and socially awkward, already being somewhat of an outcast since day one while lacking any human interaction during my entire span of incarceration in this pod. Though it wasn't hard getting used to it since I was living a shut-in NEET lifestyle before all of this shit happened. The only way I could keep sane was to start treating daily life as if it was somewhat of a game, giving myself tasks and quest while trying to quantify my physical gain. It was almost to the point where it became a delusion, becoming lost in my own small word.
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Other than the increase in mental fortitude, I made some physical gains. Down the road, my routine has received a massive increase in workload. This was done to keep up with my physical needs, so as to continue to make even bigger gains. My physique is reaching my ideal standards soon, most of my fats are gone and replaced with lean muscle. Although I might not be bulky, my muscles seemed to become compact and lean, which is what I personally prefer... being able to hide it under my prison jumpsuit and all.
Being a gray man was the ideal solution for me, to blend in with the crowd and not stand out while simultaneously being able to hold my ground against others. It was not about being the best and being outstanding but to survive and keep on living in peace.
At this current moment, my workout routine has been increasing in length and is starting to take up the majority of my time but I started to love the adrenaline rush that comes with it, the sense of reward and satisfaction that comes after a good session. My delusions have become more powerful as times go by too, I've somewhat started to visualize gaming interfaces appearing in front of me. Its probably my own way of coping with this fucked up situation but the delusions lately have started to become pretty concerning.
Pushing this thought aside, I continue my workout routine... when suddenly a text appears in front of me:
[Unlocking Leveling System...]
....what?