![]() ![]() You’ve got a vast selection of weaponry to choose from, ranging from short blades to heavy clubs to rocket launchers. This is how you’re going to stop the Abductors and rival Sinners from doing your Panopticon wrong. One of your privileges is the right to arm yourself with a Thorn, an energy-based grappling hook, and a variety of projectile and melee weapons. Early on you’re kept under strict lock and key – even walking around too much in your cell is just asking for a sentence extension – but you’re rapidly offered more and more responsibility as you participate in contribution operations. Since, uh, pretty much everyone is in jail in the future on account of that “being born is a crime” thing, you can earn your way up to a little more freedom than the average contemporary jailbird. I said they snatch “citizens” and that’s true but you’re not a citizen, you’re just a worthless Sinner, and the Abductors won’t hesitate to stomp you flat. If you want to cut that million-year sentence down, you need to get out there and stop them in a series of “voluntary contribution operations” that allow you to prove your worth to the Panopticon and trim the years off. Since skilled workers are an irreplaceable human resource, they’re a prime target for capture…and how does that capture go about, you ask? Well, rival Panopticons send in Abductors, horrific skeletal death machines designed to snatch citizens up and run off with them so they can be put to work elsewhere. Your Panopticon isn’t the only one out there, after all, and the others are just as hungry for resources as your own. Well, maybe there’s another way, assuming you want to taste freedom sometime before the heat death of the universe. Maybe you’ll get a couple years off for good behavior, huh? Time to sit and wait until you make parole. If it makes you feel any better, being born is also an agonizing drain on the Panopticon’s resources, so all newborns are slapped with a million years as well! Freedom Wars is the feel-good story of the decade, in other words. When you lost your memory, you squandered an invaluable resource, and in the extremely lean times of the distant future nothing can stand to be wasted, so it’s off to jail with you. Do you think “that’s unfair?” Your memory is the property of the Panopticon, the dystopian megalopolis/super-max prison that you call home. So you’ve lost your memory and gotten slapped with a million-year sentence as a result. If I lie, they’re going to throw me into solitary. When you start up Freedom Wars, you too get sentenced to a million years in the slammer! Hooray! Turns out that it’s not as bad as it sounds. Who knew? I was also charged with laughing like an idiot. Turns out awful puns that are so bad they should be considered a crime are now actually considered a crime. And with that, I was sentenced to hard labor. ![]()
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