Thoughtful driving tips from ESO. Number three.

This is Kieran. He's doing 70 on the motorway.

On his way to a cheeky spa appointment, though his diaries as he's visiting a client.

Naughty Kieran, lowering his speed to 60 could save him up to 9% in fuel on the journey.

Enjoy that hot stone massage, Kieran.

Slowing down a little.

My breath comes out hard and sharp as I run down the hall.

I don't know what happened. A few minutes ago, I woke up in my cell with the door open and the lights off.

At first, I thought it was one of Dr. Parker's tricks, something to get my

hopes up before he straps me to a chair and sends another thousand bolts through my body.

But my cell wasn't the only one open. Every door was open, and the other inmates had stepped out,

muttering into the darkened corridor.

I don't need to know what's happening.

I just know I need to run like hell.

Some of the other prisoners fall weeping onto the ground.

I don't doubt that it's the first time they've been out of their cells in years.

Others try to organize each other in groups to repel the guards.

Most of the prisoners here, including me, have been experimented on by Parker and his henchmen.

Many of us want the chance to pay back some of the damage done to us. Violence quickly erupts in ways that defy nature.

One man grips another inmate who screams as his body bursts into flames. Another

touches the ground, and it begins to shake, knocking everyone off their feet. With all the

chaos, it doesn't take long for the guards to show up, While part of me thirsts for a little revenge of my own, my immediate concern is getting out. Like the rest of the inmates, I have powers of my own, but they're nothing as impressive as those displayed in the riot. I've had this weird electrical charge throughout my body

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