[ WP ] You wake up in Prison , how do you fare ?

I'm shocked as I take in my surroundings. I'm wearing an orange jumpsuit, am surrounded by bars, the walls are white concrete. So, this is prison. I do n't know how I ended up here or why, but I will. A guard rattles his club on the door and informs me that its time for breakfast. I exit my cell and join the orange stream moving to the dining area. One of the first things I notice here is the cutting glances of hate thrown my way. Perhaps it's because I'm new. Maybe it has something to do with my mysterious appearance here. Regardless, the way the inmates whisper amongst themselves and point at me makes it clear that I am in imminent danger. With limited options, my mind settles on some common advice I'd heard on the outside. To establish yourself as someone not to be messed with, pick the biggest, scariest guy and beat the shit out of him. I pick my target, and he is bigger and scarier than the biggest and scariest person I can imagine. But I have made up my mind. I approach him, a wide grin on my face, which clearly catches him off guard. I grip my food tray tightly and proceed to swing it like a baseball bat at his head. It connects with a sickening thud, and he goes down. I press my assault, beating and stomping until I ca n't anymore. I take a step back and am met with looks of awe and fear. I've done it. I'm now top dog. But I suddenly feel multiple points of sharp pain in my back. I reach back and feel warm liquid... blood. I collapse and see an angry group of men holding a motley array of shanks. Oh, so big and scary's friends shanked me. As my eyes darken and I see the world slip away, my last thought is: Ok, so that was terrible advice.
