blooregardo
an eons worth of mud
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1988:
The crime rate in the United States rises four hundred percent. The once great city of New York becomes the one maximum security prison for the entire country. A fifty-foot containment wall is erected along the New Jersey shoreline, across the Harlem River, and down along the Brooklyn shoreline. It completely surrounds Manhattan Island. All bridges and waterways are mined.

The United States Police Force, like an army, is encamped around the island. There are no guards inside the prison, only prisoners and the worlds they have made. The rules are simple: once you go in, you don't come out.
Modern technology is rare inside the city. The street lights still work somehow, some cars have been converted to steam power, and some even have guns (but small caliber guns with precious little ammunition). Generally though, the city is lit by candle and torch light, fighting is done with bats and crossbows and makeshift swords and armor. It's medieval.
1997: PRESENT DAY
Air Force One leaves for the Hartford summit. In a briefcase, handcuffed to the President, lies a diskette containing secrets that could finally bring an end to hostilities with the Soviet Union. In this briefcase lies the path to world peace. However, Air Force One never makes it rendezvous. Instead, the plane is hijacked and is crashed into the prison.

Meanwhile, the prison's kingpins unite and rally the denizens of New York to use the President as a hostage, demanding amnesty for all prisoners.
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