Dig out of Prison

📝 Special Statement

The fortress of Ironclad Keep didn't just hold prisoners; it housed legends—or at least, the desperate ones trying to become them. You, inmate 47B, have been unjustly placed within its seemingly impenetrable walls, yet you refuse to accept the grim decree of steel and mortar. Your determination isn't just strong; it's a burning supernova in the cold vacuum of your cell. Your escape isn't a plan; it's an epic saga waiting to be written in the dirt beneath the floorboards.

Forget the romanticized jailbreaks of old; Ironclad Keep operates on a twisted, internal logic. Your initial tool is nothing more than a bent, rusty mess hall spoon—a ridiculous weapon against two tons of solid foundation. Yet, in your hands, it becomes the Sword of Subterranean Liberty. You start scraping, slowly, methodically, displacing the earth inch by painful inch. But this is just the prologue. The world below the prison is a vast, uncharted labyrinth, rumored to contain secrets not even the warden knows.

As you venture deeper into the earth, the tunnels cease to be mere holes and become complex, atmospheric chambers. You might unearth fragments of history: a Civil War-era uniform button, a hidden bottle of 19th-century moonshine, or ancient, forgotten mining equipment. These aren't just trinkets; they are Relics of the Forgotten, each possessing a unique trade value. One particularly dazzling discovery might be a perfectly preserved, petrified piece of wood, glowing faintly—evidence that your tunnel is crossing through a layer of mythic geological strata. ✨

The true power, however, resides not in gold or silver, but in the prison's bespoke, utterly nonsensical economic standard: the roll of high-quality, perforated paper. Toilet paper (TP) is the ultimate currency, the fuel of the underground black market. You must become a Master Trader of the Paper Realm. Fellow inmates crave it for comfort, for bribes, or simply for the sense of control it provides. Guards, surprisingly, are the most susceptible to its allure, often needing it to cover up their own small infractions or simply to ensure they have the best stock for themselves. You'll exchange a rare piece of unearthed porcelain for twenty rolls of the finest TP, then leverage that paper to purchase a detailed, hand-drawn map of the ventilator shafts from a disgruntled kitchen worker.

To survive and succeed, you must evolve. Your initial attempts at excavation are noisy and slow. You must pour your efforts into upgrading the Earthen Artistry Skill Tree. Unlocking 'Silent Scrape' reduces the auditory signature of your work; mastering 'Mass Mover' allows you to dispose of ten times the debris without detection; and eventually, you might unlock the fantastical, whispered ability of 'Grave Walker', which lets you perceive the structural weak points of the bedrock itself.

Simultaneously, you must refine your Bazaar Bargaining Skill. This isn't just haggling; it’s social engineering. You need to read the subtle anxieties in a guard’s eyes, understand the desperate needs of a long-term inmate, and know exactly when to push for a better tool—like transforming your bent spoon into a sharpened geological pick traded for a stack of rare comic books found deep in the wall. 📈

The atmosphere of Ironclad Keep is one of perpetual, oppressive surveillance. The guards are the Eyes of the Keep, always patrolling, always listening. They aren't just people; they are living security cameras, and you must treat every shadow as their accomplice. You must become a master of disguise and routine. Your days are spent playing the role of the docile prisoner, your mind a million miles away, tracing the trajectory of your ever-expanding tunnel network. Every noise, every misplaced bit of dirt, every too-long conversation with a cohort could trigger the dreaded 'Cell Sweep', sending your progress tumbling back to zero.

Freedom is a mythical creature in this place, a prize reserved only for those who can stitch together the disparate threads of patience, resourcefulness, and utter audacity. You are facing walls built to contain titans, armed with nothing but determination and the ability to trade rolls of paper for salvation. The tunnels are calling, beckoning you toward the glimmering promise of the outside world. Your great escape is not merely a break-out; it is the ultimate subversion of a cruel system, achieved one silent, cunning scoop at a time. The world awaits your dramatic reappearance! 🌍

📋 Instructions