It's cold, it's dark, and it's damp-but try not to think about that. It's no five star hotel, and the beds are thin as paper, yet still hard as rock. Yeah, it sucks, but it doesn't matter anyways, you'll only have to stand it a little while. But even the few weeks spent here are hell. The food tastes like ass, the small portion your allowed; it might be better to starve to death. Oh, but don't mind my complaining, there are plenty here who enjoy this rust buck; that would be the guards. While we wait here on death row we are permitted regular beatings, and there is no fighting back. But they aren't the worst of it, oh no no no. The others are. A ship full of the galaxy's most dangerous, deranged, deadly, and totally bat-shit-crazy criminals is no fun filled crew ship. Though, even though the shitty food, flesh wounds, ect. we still can look forward to the moment on the electrical chair, or maybe the injection, or perhaps even old school beheading. I hear they have a wheel called the "wheel of death" that they spin to chose your fate. Fun hu? Welcome to Condemn baby! "So how did we get here," you ask? Well we all got here by different means. The better question would be "why are we here?" but that still is retarded to ask, really pointless, don't ya think? No, what we gotta ask is, "What the hell are we gonna do about it?"