Some time has presumably passed when you awaken in your cell, mostly naked and bereft of all your belongings. There’s no obvious means of escape either—certainly no conveniently placed, great big lever to fart on. After a short time, you hear a whisper from the cell next door. Your neighbour has some useful information to share: once a year, the Warden holds a race for inmates around Bargate Prison. The winner gets an all-expenses-paid trip to the Warden’s office, which just might hold the key to your escape. Perhaps even a literal one.
By some amazing stroke of luck, the race is being held today. Wait for the Guard to let you out and then show ‘em what you—and your feet—are made of.
