There is no escape or parole possibility. Nor interaction with anybody ever again. And the guards who watch you 24/7 make every effort to keep you from killing yourself.
What do you do?
>eventually commit egocide
>bang my head against wall/ground until death
>if guards come fight.
>repeat until I win fight or they kill me.
>back flip into break my neck.
>not going Banemode and staging an epic breakout
fuck the police, they give me enough room to do calisthenics and practice Karate, they shall pay
I've been in supermax before. I get caught all the time to let them think they have the upper hand on me, then I just blast a tunnel through the prison with my powers and walk out. Though I suppose since I'm posting this I'll have to move again.
Telekinesis, simply put. I can exert force on an object from a distance with the power of my mind. Imagine the Green Lantern, but the object his ring is making is invisible. It's sort of like that. Usually I'll just shove forward hard with it to make the tunnel, but if I feel inventive I'll pry the walls apart or just push them over.
>Telling lies on the internet
Learn how to break concrete with my bare hands.
Either find a way out using the concrete shards
Or kill myself
If I can't learn this, do a back flip and break neck
You know, maybe they should've made the cell out of Kevlar/graphene pillows so there's nothing hard in the cell.
Meditate and hope I can get a at least a approved writing implement and some paper so I can write thoughts down and doddle.
I know you are not allowed to keep anything you write down while in supermax but it can at least help me gather my more clear thoughts and focus on them.
Maybe work out a little
And try to figure out why I am there and how I can get out.
go full oldboy mode and spend my time shadowboxing, arguing with the TV and masturbating. Play games with myself like "count the floor tiles" and try to learn the patterns of when you could hear the slightest sounds of guards footsteps outside.
do I even get books?
fuck this shit
They are always way to hot or way to cold and everything is made from concrete and steel.
And yes they can take your bedding for the littlest of shit as well as the shitty tv.
So no it is not comfy.
>toilet, sink, and water fountain combined into one unit
Actually sounds like it could be comfy if thoughtfully designed. I mean, I'm sure they're shitty in that prison, but it's a neat idea.
i would probably bash my head against those sharp corners until i bleed out or get an infection
It'll take me three years max to get out
>one hundred push-ups
>one hundred sit up
>one hundred squats
>run for 10 kilometers (in place)
>Every single day!
>make sure to eat 3 meals a day
>don't use ac to strengthen the mind
I'll be so powerful I'll blow the whole prison, nay, the whole city to dust in a single fell swoop.
>spend most of the time asleep
you can only sleep so much. there's only one hour a day where you see the outside anyway, so you'll quickly lose all track of day and night
enjoy the same ~10 religious and educational programs on repeat all day for months at a time on your tiny black and white screen
Joseph Konopka, better known by his self-given nickname Dr. Ch@os
Konopka, a former computer systems administrator, used the Internet to recruit a group of adolescent disciples. He called this group The Realm of Ch@os. This group was responsible for 28 power failures and 20 other service interruptions at various Wisconsin power plants. They also committed arson, disrupted radio and television broadcasts, disabled an air traffic control system, sold pirated software, and damaged an internet service provider's computer system.
In 2002, the 25-year-old Konopka was arrested at the University of Illinois at Chicago by Chicago Police after he was caught hoarding potassium cyanide and sodium cyanide in an unused Chicago Transit Authority storeroom in the Chicago 'L' Blue Line subway. Konopka had picked the locks on several doors in the tunnels, then changed the locks so that he could access the unused rooms freely. Konopka had briefly associated with a Chicago-area urban exploration group in order to obtain information on how to access the large network of unused tunnels and abandoned rooms in Chicago's transit system as well as to lure juveniles to help him. The cyanide had been stolen from a shuttered warehouse, formerly owned by a water treatment company on Chicago's South Side
T H I S
T H I S
I might sing some epic poem
Or talk a story to myself all day long
Something like that if I failed to escape to an imaginary land (which I wouldn't, under these conditions)
>stealth cum on the floor for a couple years
>after the floor has a thick layer of dried cum I'll splash the shower water all over it
>start causing a huge fuss and have my head through a bed sheet noose hanging from the light
>when the guards rushing to try and save me they'll slip on the cum floor and start violently throwing up
>steal their guns and run
Dude... reading descriptions of these supermax prisons makes them sound almost transcendental
If I was allowed I would spend my days reading or writing. If not I would repeatedly attempt to kill myself by eating my wrists or bashing my head against the concrete until it eventually worked. I spent one day in a cell with no tv and I honestly felt slightly unhinged by the end of it, I couldn't take that. I wouldn't last a month.
I've went down the list of people in adx florence and read each and every single one of their wiki pages to see why they're there and then looked further into a couple of the interesting ones lives.
That place truly is hell. Truly. I don't know what I'd do. People go insane in them. It's inhumane.
I hate the idea of a death penalty, but when places like this exist, it starts to seem reasonable.
I've been in solitary before of my own volition since fuck socializing with inmates, all you have to do is say you are afraid for your life, I guess most people are normies who'd rather risk getting stabbed in return for being able to talk to other morons
read a shit load of books, got back into lucid dreaming, daydreaming, worked out, did a lot of meditation, was allowed pencil and paper so did a lot of drawing and writing, got more shit done than if I was in general population, didnt have a tv or radio
the only downsides are it's extremely noisy from all the retards on either side of you constantly screaming at each other and you never quite get used to the sound of humans yelling, also almost everyone else is a pedo or a snitch so sometimes the guards presume you're one too and give you shit
>thinking you can gain weight on whatever they feed you
>implying they would allow any kind of information on karate into your cell
>implying several armed guards can't easily outfight one guy with a body weight routine and karate
Tbh I would just half backflip off the bed if I got too bored with reading and hope I die instead of becoming crippled
NEETdom is a dream compared to that.
Life in jail=suicide. It's absolutely horrible.
btw I hate how americans accept this level of sadism.
I mean, yeah, most of them are horrible people, but you don't have to brag about having to lock people up for life.
>tfw a supermax life seems better than your own
>people that visit you once a day and let you out of the house
>food on the regular
>no need to pay for anything
>nobody bothering you
most people are afraid cause of the loneliness but im already alone 24 hrs a day anyway
should i commit a crime to make my life better?
Sure you could, but everyone on /r9k/ would probably pull the old NEET maneuver and avoid starting their monk studies every day, procrastinating and saying "I'll do it tomorrow, I've got time." This would go on until they got out, and they would then realize that they never even started their goal, despite having 30 responsibility free years to do it.
Jokes on you faggots I know how to meditate. With nothing else to and no distractions I'd just meditate ceaselessly and unhindered until I reached Nirvana. A state of non-duality and endless bliss, and I'd also be immortal.
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