The Booth
“Twelve contestants. One prize. Two
million dollars. And all they have to do is survive...The Gulag!
Created with the world's worst prisons in mind. Attica. Montelupich.
Black Dolphin. Pelican Bay. Riker's. Alcatraz. Penal del Altiplano.
Kumla. C Max. Goulburn. None compare to The Gulag! These twelve
'inmates' will endure solitary confinement, starvation, and possibly
assault for the chance to walk away a millionaire. Each week one
'inmate' will be named Warden. But with great power comes great
chances of...betrayal! Abandon all hope ye who enter here! The
Gulag!”
“Wow” Drummond said as he stepped
away from the microphone. He was known as one of the best voice over
artists for the past fifteen years and never in all that time had he
heard of a show like this. “Is this legal?”
“Not my concern” Mikey said from
the audio booth. “Can we do it one more time? I got a bit of pitch
during-”
“I do not pitch” Drummond said.
Mikey held his hands up and pushed himself away from the control panel
with his feet.
