A figure trudges through the desolate, occasionally pixelated and alphanumeric-represented landscape, finally coming to a wall overgrown with greenery. Said greenery is examined, before a hand sweeps vine, weed and the occasional thorn-bush out of the way. The other produces a key, which is then fitted into a clunky lock.
It turns with a grinding, grueling noise.
The figure pushes the now revealed door, which swings open, creaking on rusty hinges and allowing it entrance to a simple, if exceedingly dusty office.
It doffs its hat, which produces further clouds of cloying contaminant on hitting the nearby easy-chair.
"Koff," the figure coughs away dust, peering into the gloom to see stacks of paper and archaic monitors flickering with line upon line of text.
"My, what big backlog I have."
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When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
It turns with a grinding, grueling noise.
The figure pushes the now revealed door, which swings open, creaking on rusty hinges and allowing it entrance to a simple, if exceedingly dusty office.
It doffs its hat, which produces further clouds of cloying contaminant on hitting the nearby easy-chair.
"Koff," the figure coughs away dust, peering into the gloom to see stacks of paper and archaic monitors flickering with line upon line of text.
"My, what big backlog I have."
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When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm