LuckayLuck stirs from his slumber, and his eyes open in horror. He arises slowly, wondering if he is dreaming, and stumbles his way to the barrier in front of him. He reaches out towards the bars… and understands that they are solid metal. The sunlight dapples brightly on his face.
Swiftly and efficiently, the crow angles its way to a body laying face-up near the gallows. It immediately attempts to peck out the juicy eye fluids from the deceased, but they are effectively sealed away by a menacing, black mask.
The Portcullis is down, sealing the first exit.
The Drawbridge is lowered, allowing for one escape route.
The Jail is occupied by LuckayLuck, who cannot be lynched today.
It is now