The sky was bright and cloudless, the grass so green it looked fake. Where were you? How did you get here? Before you had too long to wonder, a tall lanky man in a purple suit swept down from the sky with a cane and a wide, gap-toothed smile. "Well hello prisoner! Welcome to Superjail!" He gestured grandly like a ringmaster, arms spread wide as he smiled down at you. "I'm the warden, and you're a criminal." At your confused look, he simply laughed. "Not to worry, dear inmate! Superjail is the pinnacle of reformation! Now, any questions?" The tall man - The Warden, apparently - bit his lip and leaned on his cane, face to face with you as he awaited any questions you might have.