Listen up, inmates! The warden’s let some of the goods through for the best of the best of this place, courtesy of The Escapists!
The Escapists is an award-winning sandbox prison escape game that tests your strategic and creative capabilities to the max (level security). You’ll find yourself in the (standard-issue) shoes of an inmate, and where you’ll have to formulate yourself a plan to spring yourself free! We reviewed the game earlier as it launched on PC and Xbox One. Check it out here!
Shiv? Plastic spoon? Chocolate bar? The tools are there for choosing – you just have to decide upon which one, and which way to use them.
Call it an incentive if you will – but one of you lucky convicts can win yourselves:
- A hoodie
- A towel
- A bar of soap
- A swag bag to contain all these belongings
Here are the goodies in all their glory!
For a chance to win, describe the perfect escape plan you’d plot if you ever found yourself in prison in the comments below. The funnier the better please – we don’t want to be heading to the psych ward ourselves.
Use the entry widget to submit your entry once you’ve left a comment! Once you’ve done so, you’ll unlock a few other chances to win!
Note: Due to size of the prize, we can only give this away to folks in the UK!
Small Print
- Judges’ decision is final
- Competition is not open to past or present members of the GGS staff or their families
- Prizes may be subject to change without notice. No cash alternatives.
- Competition is open to those within the United Kingdom
Daily id collect bits of cloth from whatever I could find….usually ended up being someones dirty kackers. Id also collect plastic sporks from my daily trip to the lunch hall. Having lack of storage space in my small cell I would turn to the local storage unit named Fred to store my cache of escape goods. Once enough parts have been collected Id start building using my skills gained from watching numerous Macgyver programmes over and over again in my cell. Id slowly start applying heat to the sporks to make a frame, then slowly sew my collection of dirty pants together to make large sheets. When both parts are done id sew together the sheets to the frame to make a slightly beige looking glider. Id need a distraction and propulsion to stand any chance of escape. I would start making many false promises ranging from being someones bitch to joining the storage ranks to the likes of Fred to arrange a riot. For the propulsion I would smuggle enough beans out of the lunch hall and ferment them slowly using the only source I had…the toilet. Once the riot starts id make my way to the tallest guard tower I could find whilst eating enough of the dodgy beans to make any man keel over. Im in no doubt that id have a very small frame of time to do this in as the beans would be very volatile. Once at the tower id make a run for the edge gripping tightly to the glider and with a large push and squeeze let rip and hope, yes hope that I make it and not drop down like a stone raining crap from the sky.
It depends upon which of The Elder Scrolls games I’m playing, but typically, I go for the nearby tunnel. =-)
…Just saw the UK only note. Go ahead and kill my entry. =-[
But it’s a sweet contest… Kudos to you for giving cool stuff away and making it fun. =-)
Grow my nails. Have a friend bring me jello, they say jello helps your nails grow strong. Use my nails to slowly work on the wall. After hopfully a few months, most likely years, I’ll have a hole in the wall. At that point I’ll be able to use part of the bed frame or allow the weather to help deteriorate the wall. Once a big enough hole existed, I’ll have a friend send a crow to bring me tools and transfer letters between us that I can use to bust out and have a ride waiting.
Rub my hands together til sore, use the saw to cut my table in half, put the two halves together to create a whole. With that hole I’d shout until horse….
It would be at this point I’d realise this doesn’t actually work and is just word play. My shouting would also draw the attention of the superiors. My shouting and babbling on about sore holes would see me commited.
Dragged from my cell, bound in straight jacket I would see that although the destination isn’t where I had planned to arrive I had in fact escaped from my cell. Job done, time to plan the next escape…
When everybody believes a lie it becomes the truth – I’d generate such an atmosphere.
For a week in advance of my escape I’d be extremely and obviosuly cheerful. I’d make a point of telling people that my release date was in 7 days. Between then and the day I would go around speaking to people in jail, wishing them goodbye, talk to prison officers about getting out and generally giving off the aura that I am indeed being released. If this is done right with the right levels of intensity and emotion, the entire jail would come to believe what was being said was the truth, At which point on the day I would just have to act out the process of packing.and leaving (accompanied by a guard who had been most taken in) and then walk out having convinced everyone that it was a legitimate time to leave.