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Michael Hunt: The Horrors Of The Gaybour Camp
Written By: Michael Hunt
Adult
It was a dark day for Michael Hunt, as he was dragged along the cold, blood stained floor of the brig by none other than Ray Gibson, the station's less than competant Head Of Security. Michael was being taken to the labour camp, so that he could pay off his debt to society,even though all he had done was steal Lamarr from the RD's office. The RD, a young fellow by the name of Phil McRevis, had personally asked the HoS to send him on his way to the labour camp, because everyone knows that Phil McRevis is a condom. So, as he was dragged into the shuttle, Michael looked down at his cuffs and sighed "Fucking shitcurity". Ray heard this, and like the Head Of Shitcurity he was, switched on his stun baton and knocked Michael unconscious with it.When he came to, he saw Ray taking off his armoured trenchcoat, which was a very rare event in the history of NanoTrasen. Ray gave Michael the strangest grin and began to walk over to him, holding a spray bottle of what looked like space cleaner, but was actually chloral hydrate, he sprayed the contents into Michael's face, and he was instantly knocked out cold, again.Luckily, Michael had spent three years studying the robotic sciences in space college, and through many nights of drugs and alcohol, had become resistant to the effects of chloral hydrate. As a result, Michael woke up only thirty seconds later to find that Ray worked fast. He was screaming
"50 points, 60 points, 69 points!" As he shouted the last number, which was coincidentally the amount of points Michael actually had to pay off, his whole body shook, and his voiced reached a climax of what must have been billions in decibels. Ray smiled again, the same smile he gave Michael a minute ago. He then began to walk away, putting on his trench coat as he left.When he had left the camp on the shuttle, not before giving Michael another strange look, a bearded prisoner approached Michael, who he recognised immediately as the Head Of Personnel, Bryan McCormac, who had mysteriously disappeared only three months ago. He spoke in a quiet, fearful whisper "You'd better get used to things like that, because now, you're in the Gaybour camp, and nobody ever leaves...