The equalizer that is what they call it.

No crime will go unpunished.

Yes, yes. That was the slogan that they had used over the last couple of years. Everybody was able to join him, inside this shithole they called a prison. No matter if you were a simple shoplifter, or a woman of delight doing her job, or a bloody killer. They all came here, with what. A half-baked promise of redemption if they kill, yes that is right, they need to kill the boss. As if they were inside a video game, which they were technically speaking. But in all his years that he had being here, and that was longer he cared to admit. He had not seen such a boss or savior, or how they want to call it. It was just a myth they tried to create to have some hope inside this, hellhole of a world. And people have looked for this, far and wide. But never found what they were looking for. He himself included, now if a green asked him about it, which they all did. He just told them the bloody truth, that they are never getting out of here. And that they better could join one of the many gangs that ruled the cities. Something that happened rather quickly after the source for the boss seemed to be a waste of time. He himself didn't belong to a city, or a gang for that matter. He belonged to himself, and that was the way he liked it. But still he made it his job to go to the platform, to see who they had brought in this time. Something he believed more of them should be doing, but none of them did. Too busy saving their own asses, which of course he completely understood.

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Today was not different, he left his simple shack and walked over to the platform. His ever fateful maquette, rested on his back. Not that he was afraid to be attacked by one of the greens, no on the contrary. They were as harmless as newborn kittens, after their minds have being scrambled and placed here. No it was the fact that nothing in here was as it seemed to be, or rather said everything inside this world was designed to kill. The only save zones if you can currently call them that, were the cities. Who were run by gangs, yep one bright and happy world he currently lived in. That was why he went to the platform every day, to protect those greens. At least until they were on a road to one of the cities, after that they were on their own. Then they were not longer his problem. But then again, some will even argue that they were not his problem in the first place. Still he did it anyway, why? He didn't even know the answer to that question himself. But those he has too? Maybe he was helping those greens, because he was nice.  No he shook his head, he was not nice. Before he had taken up the job, of guiding greens to the first hurdle of the prison, few of them had stumbled into his shake. Something he didn't like, he even killed a few for doing so. That often happened when they started to claim the place as theirs. So now to prevent that from ever happening again, he went over there, to fetch them and then push them towards the gangs. Who have not complained about it, and they complained very much about everything else. But that was again not his problem. The forest was quiet today, no tigers, bears or some walking plant that tried to eat him. Which was good, he hated those things. But he praised the person who had designed them, it was genius. Plant that could walk and eat anyoning people, so long it was not him. He made once the mistake of provoking one of them, it had cost him a life. But still they were genius. He arrived at the platform, which was just a large round metal plate, in the middle of a deadly forest. Who ever came up with that idea, deserved to be eaten by one of those plants. There were no greens on it now, that was great that meant that he was early. He looked around him a saw a large dent in the tree, he half smiled and half cursed at it. He had made that dent, the first time he saw a child on the platform. A child barely fourteen, a starving kid that had the poor luck of being caught. That was one occasion that he had brought the group of greens to one of the cities, the gang leader even praised him for it. But he had not done it to be praised, he had done it because it was the first time that a child was placed inside this hellhole. Which lucky for that tree didn't happen often. He leaned against the tree and started to clean his fingernails, with one of his daggers. He was just finished with one hand, when he was greeted by a low hum. That meant, that the greens were currently busy with being uploaded. Which could take a while, so he just started to clean his nails on the other hand. The humming stopped. He looked up, and there they were, greens. Four of them, three duds and a woman. All of them looked around them, and specially the woman who looked like a deer caught in headlights. He started to clear his throat, pulling their attention to him.

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"Good morning everyone, no I am not your fairy godmother. Praise some designer that she is not here. The name is Orsino and I will be your guide for your first hour in this hellhole, and yes I am all you got. So who is ready to get the hell out of this forest." Orsino smiled at the group, and enjoyed their surprised faces.