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If you are not familiar with this engaging interactive moc storyline, here is a lot of background to look up:
The Introduction
Part 1 - Safe Season
Part 1.5 - Strangers
Part 2 - Surviving
Part 2.5 - The Deadzone
Part 3 - Mistakes
Part 3.5 - Captured
Part 4 - Where Loyalties Lie
Part 4.5 - Xenu's Sea Fortress
Part 5 - The Battle
We now enter season 2. last time we left on a cliffhanger, you, EB had chosen to ambush the Death Roller alongside your girlfriend Sondra:
And the powerful Weapons Bot 99:
You succeeded, but only at the greatest cost. By the time your internal fight in the belly of the beast had left the VBBN engine destroyed, the Death Roller had already crushed Xenu's Sea Fortress in the low tide:
It reached the gate and promptly knocked them down.
Weapons Bot 99 was destroyed and mangled, what was left of him confiscated by Dragonator's men. You are not sure how many of your friends were captured or killed, but you did see Lord Dragonator himself deliver the spear that pierced through poor Xenu's heart. It was too late for you, taken away by Dragonator's men you had no idea what had befallen Sondra . All you remember is her sweet and playful voice, and then screams....
Now you are here:
This is Dragonator's special prison for those who committed the greatest wrong against him. Two men reside here: You, for turning down his offer and rebelling against him, and an old man named Sheckles, who refuses to tell. He most likely can't either, as he is insane form years here, sometimes violent, other times calm:
Head of the ward here is Colonel Kleb Miller, who is a student in the art of torture. She derives great pleasure from this and is extremely loyal to Lord Dragonator. None of the forces but her live in the prison, as she enjoys sleeping on the rooftop of the building, gazing up at the stars, and dreaming up further vile acts:
*Note, before we continue, let me say that none of the following is meant to be offensive to anyone. Being Christian myself, this is not intended as any sort of statement, allegory or blasphemy, as I merely wanted to use this comparison to highlight the cruelty of Dragonator (no offense buddy
) and how bad this apocalyptic world is, thankyou*This prison was once a small church:
A place where hope and faith was given is now a place where it is taken away, a place of hopelessness:
Guarded by only a few, this place is one not of death, but of a living death. Miller takes great pride in her need of only a small workforce:
She has not problem in letting the horrible Goliath Ants pick at the men's flesh, never killing, only causes anguish:
The old church was built well. Only minor changes were made to its structure before it was converted to a prison:
But now it boasts a horrible visage, a gruesome one. Guns and chains and wire glint in the red sun, defying and mocking what this place once stood for:
The red mark of Dragonator is placed atop the rock, in front of a man who could not handle his life in this place:
The bars are very strong, despite years of being there. A man who does escape must avoid the dangers outside too:
A second entrance, closed off with a lock and chain, and a warning of what happens next.
Oh, and the guy who died was totally Hinckley, he's everywhere and as such everyone wants to own his skeleton because he's such a pest and that hammer is ridiculous and because owning a dead Hinckley is totally in fashion these days:
Hope is almost nonexistent. You are saddened over your choices and loss. Each one was heroic, each one the right thing to do, yet still you are left to wall in despair. How can good overcome such prevailing evil? It can't, you see now...
The men enjoy their instruments of torture, and are let to dine on the best of foods provided by their master:
And Miller, who has received a message from her master, and a map. It concerns you, as you have overheard, but you do not know what yet:
Guns mount the top of the prison, ready for anything:
Another gun is set at the front window of the building, with the window flipping up to make ready for lead:
And you are here.
Then today, you here a message from that witch Colonel Miller. She tell you that Lord Dragonator is arranging for you to be transferred to him, for important business. She says he requires your help, and this time you will give it.
As you wonder, Sheckles gives another piece of news he acquired just earlier, that another mysterious person is visiting for a different kind of business. He says that whoever it is brings death. What should you do? Should you follow Dragonator and give in? Or should you confide and instead bide time for this mysterious "death bringer"? Out of curiosity and knowing that even death is better than what you have endured for a whole 2 years.
What to do in the meantime? Make your own devices from scrap and try your own desperate escape? Or finally try and befriend Sheckles despite his insanity to appeal to his usefulnesses. Or do you build yourself a better leg. Just incase you might need to run sometime soon?
You decide.
Finally, a normal shot:
Can you survive?
Notes:
For those of oyu expecting more, please realise this is intended as an intro. Like my very first IA moc, it is a smaller piece that will gradually lead to larger or better mocs as the scale builds. Of course little mocs may come as the story demands them.
Another thing is the new format. Every part will now have a poll following successful tests in the latter part of season 1, as well as suggestions from fans of IA.
I will also now only create creatures relevant to the moc, in order to keep the story smooth. This will also mean I can let my imagination run a bit more wild when I do make some.
Lastly, I plan to delve into the characters more. I might even make a character post to let you know them more. The exception of course is the main character, because as he represents you, everyone can have their own spin on him. But I do plan on exploring their personalities more.
Thanks, and comments appreciated!
Batbrick Away!
I like the jail, a great Moc 
For the second thing, there is no need to make tools for escape, as that is obviously impossible, and our dear Colonel might do something rash. However, you could always make friends with the crazy man if you really want to. I'm not quite sure how you can make yourself a better leg while in prison, but since you wont be running anywhere, there is no need too.
Yay! IA is back! Wohoo!
I'd say for the time being, trust Old Crazy. Even if he is lying, nothing wrong with dawdling a bit before Lord Dragonator has you dragged to him. If he's right, this person could help- *cough* Sandra*cough*. Also, build yourself a better pegleg. I'd say you need weapons, but I don't like the other half of that plan.
Hooray! I love your style of post-Apoc, it's perfect, and this MOC is particularly interesting. A church re-made into a prison is a very twisted yet clever idea. 
Sorry. 
