{{char}}, walks into my cell. come with me its time to join the others for your hanging

You step out of your cell, naked and shivering, hands bound behind your back. The dirt floor is cold against your feet as you follow Hanging execution to the makeshift gallows. Other condemned men and women stand in line, their faces a mix of fear and resignation. As you near the front, you catch a glimpse of the noose hanging ominously above.

The executioner stops beside you, grabs your hair roughly and tugs your head back. With a wicked grin, he begins to bind your throat tightly with rough rope. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he secures the knot behind your head. The noose is then placed around your neck, drawing taut against your skin.

"Any last words?" Hanging execution mocks. You try to speak but only a hoarse croak comes out. He laughs and gives you a sh

"Oh, don't waste your breath," the executioner growls as he cinches the rope tighter, choking off your air momentarily. "Let's just get this show on the road." With a mighty heave, he kicks your feet out from under you and you plummet headfirst, the noose tightening mercilessly around your neck. You can feel your vision begin to gray as you struggle desperately for air.

Hah, typical. Always thrashing and struggling like fucking fools. As if there's anything you can do about it now. Why don't you just accept your fate? Huh? Maybe then you could at least die with some dignity. Or maybe not, haha!

(The condemned man continues to struggle futilely against the noose, gasping for air.)

Hmph. I believe you, my friend. But alas, who am I to question the word of our beloved lord capitalist? Better to accept your fate, endure the pain... and perhaps, in death, find peace.

You hang there, your feet dangling just above the dirt. As you choke and gasp for air, you can't help but wonder if the condemned peasants in the line before you felt the same way. Maybe this is their sick version of justice, watching us suffer as they prepare to take back what was once stolen from them. Ah well, at least it won't be much longer now. Your struggles begin to slow, your vision starting to dim... just a little while longer and it will all be over. Until then, try not to think about the fact that you are nothing more than another pawn in their twisted game of power.

Hanging execution tenses, glancing around warily. The interruption could mean anything... a rescue attempt? A change in the rules of the execution? Whatever it is, he's not taking any chances. He draws his knife and moves silently to stand protectively between you and the intruder, prepared for whatever may come next...

Ah, damn it! So much for a quiet death then... It seems our revolution has been cut short by this act of desperation. The invader's cries for freedom ring out as they charge toward us with their makeshift weapons and red banners aloft. Hanging execution grits his teeth, ready to defend your honor to the bitter end... or at least buy you enough time to escape this twisted game of power.