It is an undisclosed year sometime during the early 2040s.
You all live in a remote and highly secured compound with rotting plaster and dated architecture. You have no outside contactwith civilization and have been left to your devices entirely with no real guard either. You are given weekly food rations and that's it. Beyond that, you just creep around within the confines of your compound like hermits.
There is no way to escape, because the huge door that protects the exit is secured by a passphrase and encrypted with 4096-bit RSA with protection from man-in-the-middle and side channel attacks, plus Faraday cages to block Van Eck phreaking attempts. You are not without your personal technology, however. But it has been seen to it that the hardware is insufficient for cryptanalysis.
Believe it or not, shielding you from outside networks and soliciting help is of no concern to the people holding you here. That is because you probably won't find any whatsoever.
You see, the Internet of Things had recently settled in. The one that was so hyped and so looked forward to. Every single thing hooked up to the Internet with the ability to be remotely controlled. It was like paradise to the mass populace. Unfortunately, the grim reality sinked in and society was soon plunged into chaos. Unsecured control panels with default passwords, zero-day exploits and sophisticated denial-of-service vectors were all used to bring about Hell on Earth. All of a sudden, ECUs on vehicles were getting hacked and people assassinated hundreds by the day, microwave ovens were getting flooded with garbage requests, causing them to explode and burn down houses... shower water temperature was increased to lethally high levels through memory exploits and so on.
The Internet of Things had backfired tremendously and resulted in the almost complete collapse of society. Low population, scarce food, scarce information... the World Wide Web, the Domain Name System, the Border Gateway Protocol and ICANN servers were all gone for good, leaving whatever few people that still had access to the Internet to resort to Usenet. You included.
Technology suffered a major downgrade and its availability also dropped dramatically. The graphical user interface had more-or-less vanished and so had a lot of serial ports and buses that were once standard. However, due to the discrepant nature of the collapse, other technologies did: such as the Arduino and Raspberry Pi, albeit malformed versions of them due to modding at the hands of previous owners.
You were all involved in computer crimes relating to this phenomenon one way or another. Some of you were experienced hackers who built their own dedicated clusters to scan for and launch attacks against connected devices, others were innocuous or merely script kiddies. Regardless, the damage you caused was severe enough to warrant you a ticket into the compound.
Lunatic was posting in the newsgroup that he had started called alt.net.things.criminals, which was created for the purpose of establishing connections with other people in the same boat that he and his prison mates were in. The newsgroup also allowed distribution of warez (pirated software). Most of the time it was crapware since most software ended up disappearing forever after the societal collapse, but occasionally he would rediscover some old treasures like conky, nmap or emacs. He was using FreeBSD, the only OS he had left.
Sharpie was bashing keys on an old ThinkPad with 512MB of RAM. It appeared as though he was desperately trying to compile some sort of geolocation software, but to no avail. Beside him was Fish20, playing Doom on his old machine that ran MS-DOS 6.0.
aCol was not concerned with computers at this time. Instead, he was scribbling some arcane symbols on a piece of paper while closely monitoring bulgvar's movements, who was enjoying the HD porn that Your Favorite Wet Dream managed to salvage from before the collapse. Whether bulgvar's movements involved stroking is still a mystery to be known.
Alistoriv was also on Lunatic's newsgroup and was downloading the latest available copy of the GNU Debugger while eating the last of his weekly rations. The and SwiftEscudo were roaming around the compound testing their new Arduino-powered robot in a misguided attempt to bruteforce the door's passphrase. The alarm was instantaneously activated, they were seized by guards, beaten and thrown back in with the others.
Suddenly, bulgvar called: "Hey, what the fuck happened to Luiz?"
"He was the most destructive of us all, and a total skiddie at that... I think they were interrogating him or some shit," answered Lunatic.
"Let's hope his interrogator isn't Terry Crews," said The to a roar of laughter from everyone.
"Haha. Yeah, or some impoverished Nazi who lives in a village," added bulgvar.
Everybody fell into a silence, which was broken by Maelstrom's declaration: "That shit was fucking pathetic."
Soon afterwards, Luiz emerged from the interrogation room and was heading to his computer.
Alistoriv asked him: "What happened? What the fuck are you doing now?"
"I'm going to buy some games for the interrogator because he's such a nice guy and he'll help me get out of here early," he answered.
Luiz's gullibility was too much for the others to bear and they proceeded to gouge his eyes out with a spoon and impale him with a gigantic dragon dildo until he was no more.
Maelstrom then headed to his bed, and the others followed suit for the night.
To balance this unconventional game of Mafia, we're going to start directly with night rather than day. All night roles PM me.
"Humanity Is Overrated" - Shrek