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Interactive Multimedia Digital Storytelling Project DTC 354: Digital Storytelling by Tiffany Meadows [[start]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_cd444d98e09c4e1cb9d747ea728383dd~mv2_d_1920_1441_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_555,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_cd444d98e09c4e1cb9d747ea728383dd~mv2_d_1920_1441_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You start the day by filing some paperwork. Seem's simple. You reach for the paper that's on top of the stack. It reads: T҉h͟eo̵͢d̨̛͏ò̢r̶e̴͜͟ ͢͝"́T͘ęd͘"̶ ͏͢Bu͝n̛͜d͞y̵͘͝ ҉(̴̡̀N͘o͡vem̴̀͞b̵̕͟e̸̢͡r̀̀ 2̡4, ̷̧1̷͠9͞4̸̕6̵͝ ́́t̕͞o͞͏ ͏̢Jan͞u̴͠ą̛̛r̕͞y ̨́2̨4̛͜,͜ ̸̕͢1̵͘9̀͘89)̕͞͝ ̴w͢͝á̢̕s̡͝ ̀͠a̷̡ ̵̢͟1̨̛́9̷̡͞7̶҉0̕s ̶s̸e̡ri̵al ̨m̷͏u̴̶rd̨e̷r̷̀ȩ͝r͟, r͢ap͠i͜s̸̨t̴́͡ a̧n͜d̸̛ ̵͢n̶͏̵e͠͞͡c̸͢͞r͘͜o͘pḩ̶́i̷͜l̕̕i̧ą͡͝c. ̴̕He͝ ̛w̸̡̧a͢s ͞e̵͝x̢͞e͞cu͘ţ̸ed͢ ̸̶͞i̡͜ņ͜ ͟Fl̴͝o͢͠r̸͘͢i҉̵d̡a͝͏̴'s̵̛ e̕l̡͟eç͢t̨r̨̢͜i̷c͝ ҉̢c͟ha̶͏ì͞r͏́ ̴́in͡ ͝1̀́͢9̸͞8̶̸͢9̨́.̛͜͝ ͠҉͜H̶̵҉ís̨ ̴̵̕c̢a͠ś̡e͝͡ ̸̶h̡͢͠à̷̢s͏ ̵͝s͜i̡ǹ̵c͏e ̀̀į̵n̴̷̢s̢pír̀̀͝e̸̷d́͡͝ ̵̀ma͡n͏̴y̸ no̶͜v͠e̵l̢s̶̕ a̵̢ņ͞҉d ͝f͝͠i͞l͟͠m̷̧̨s̴ ̷̛a̷bo͏̕͢ut̶͡ ̴̵̷s̢͘͜e̸̡rí͠al҉̸́ ̢k̶i̛l͢͟l͟e͞r̸̕ś̕.̡ It's a profile about a serial killer who had a victim count that was between 30-100. To your right there are two files. Do you put this profile in the [[stay]] box or in the [[leave]] box? <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/85063__yaron-elh__fliping-paper.mp3" autoplay>

You feel as if you made the right decision. The (text-style: "emboss")[boss] would be very proud of you. <img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_ed05f4b3f6d345d6adc2c890deab57df~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_ed05f4b3f6d345d6adc2c890deab57df~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> The next thing to do on your to-do list is to reply to your emails. You login into your computer and pull up your browser. You have thousands of unread emails. Which was weird since it was only your (text-style: "condense")[first] day. You read the first [[email]] <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/347544__masgame__mouse-click-sounds.mp3" autoplay>

Doesn't seem like you don't have the hold of things. But it's okay, you're [[still learning]]. <img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_ed05f4b3f6d345d6adc2c890deab57df~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_ed05f4b3f6d345d6adc2c890deab57df~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> The next thing to do on your to-do list is to reply to your emails. You login into your computer and pull up your browser. You have thousands of unread emails. Which was weird since it was only your (text-style: "condense")[first] day. You read the first [[email]] <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/347544__masgame__mouse-click-sounds.mp3" autoplay>

The first email you opened gave you quiet a shock. It red: T͇̹͔̳̼͖͜o̜ ̖̠̥̫̹i̶n̶̝͓͙̪̫̩͕v͓̭o̬̤̺ke ̦̣͕̤t̠̀h͖̟͈̳̕e̘̲̳̗͈̪͜ ͙͕͉̙͢h̳i̵v̤e̬͕-̦̩̩͎̮m̢̲̼̪i̧͔̯̦̹̬̞ͅn͇d͢ ̰̭̺̗̙ͅr̶̯͙̗͉e̡̘̮pres͕̼̩̘é͖̰̰n̹t̪͇͘i̗̫̝̳ńͅg̨͓͖̹̺̘ ͏c҉̲̤͇̜̟̝̳h͘ao̵͍̬̼̱̺͔͉s̢.͘ ̦̭I̛̝͔̪͍̩nv̱̦̫̻͉̺o̠͞k̫̘̣i̟̠͞n͍͇̩̳̮̱g ̺̻̻̫̟̪ţ̻h̟͈̝̦e̳͇̬͈̞ͅ ̴͙̮f͚̫̪͇̹̳̕ḙ̘̖el̵̜̥̞̠̦i̜͚͍̦͚̰̤n͓̝̭͇͇̙͓g̷͔̫͙ ̩̗͟o̩̟̦f̱̮̖͘ ̜̻̭̰̦͉̯c̜̹hͅa̘͈o͎̣̜̪̤͈͟s͔̼.̧̳͕͙ ̘̫̭͉͕W̰̜it̷̮̥̣̟̱͔̺h ̶o͇͓͖̪̼͈̹͡u̹̗͕ţ ̵ó̜̪̤͓̠̲r͖̞͍̦͉̗͡d̦̩̀e͚̞͍r̢̤.̯̯̙͎͇ ̠̣T͔̣̲͎͠h̖͇͓̻̰̻̗e͟ ͝N҉̗̜̲̥̘e̷͔̝z͔͔̠p̲̤̜͔͓͍͞ͅè̦͔̩̗͕̻̟r̷̥̜̭̳͍̪̱di̭̩ͅa̟̼̟̖n̴̜̰͓̠̣ ̗̠͉ͅͅh̤̗͎͈i͖̬̗̳̪̦ṿ̧̪͓̹̖̖é̳̥͓̮̖ͅ-m̟͕i̮̦̮̥̻͎n̥͎͢d̥̥̱̺͔͖ ͍̪o̥͕̤̟̟̭f̡̠ ̷̦̗c̭̲h̭͓ao̶̭̱s̯̕.̦̦͍̖͈̠̠͟ ̡̺̙̼Z̶̜̬̰a̫͙̱̥̫̟l̘̪͔̯̥̙g͈͘o̶̪̭̠̳̫͉ͅ.̭̖ ̛̞̖H̼̹͇e̡̦̖̖͔̞̳͓ ̳̥w̢̜͔h̴̝̼͚̜͙ͅo ̺̼͟W̴͖͓͔̱̼͈a̙̻̤͙̱̻͟ͅi҉̥̣̩͖͖̠t́s̛̙ ̵̝̲̪̱B̸e͍̜̤̯͔͟ͅh̭̯̝̠͢i̝̯̖̜̗n̫̼̦̺d͓͇͉̫͈̳̮ Ţ͓h̬̹ͅe̫͞ ̖̼̥̩̣̠W͇͈̥͞a̻̭̤͈l̬͇ͅĺ.̢ ̧̹̣͖̺̭Z̷͙̠̭̺͚̘h7in9!̳ The first email you opened didn't make much sense to you. Is it a spam email or a real one? You sigh deeply. It's only your first day and your work expectations are so high that they're starting to not make much sense. Why did you apply for this job? Who knows? What you do know is that you need to do something to this email. You [[write back]] or [[delete it]].

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_a1d2e6db79ef41e6b29c671a1d9efde1~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_a1d2e6db79ef41e6b29c671a1d9efde1~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> There's no caller ID so you don't know who it's from. You really want to finish answering all of those emails. Do you [[pick up]] or let it go to [[voice mail]].

You decided to delete the email. You dragged and dropped the letter into the bin. Thinking nothing of it, you continued onto a new email. You opened what looked like the same email. Same cryptic message. Same email address. You deleted this one too. For the next five emails, the same thing happened. Fed up, you decided to reply to one of them; asking them what they mean and what they *want*. In the middle of your typing, your computer flashes a weird symbol, then shuts down completely. Being left alone with the pitch black screen, you begin to question your [[sanity]]. <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/331656__trollarch2__keyboard-typing.mp3" autoplay>

You begin to type your email: You start asking this (text-style:"strike")[b͢҉é̵̡͢i̶͘͝n̢͢͢g͝] person what they mean. If they could be any clearer. What they *want*. In the middle of your typing, your computer flashes a weird symbol, then shuts down completely. Being left alone with the pitch black screen, you begin to question your [[sanity]]. <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/331656__trollarch2__keyboard-typing.mp3" autoplay>

You sat there and tried to make sense of what just happened. <img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_3d24536902654eacb24b8398ac860d14~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_3d24536902654eacb24b8398ac860d14~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> Right as you were going to start a new task, your phone [[rings]] <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/329781__visualasylum__office-phone-ring.mp3" autoplay>

It was your (text-style: "emboss")[boss]. He was screeching at you claiming that he was fed up with his duties and deciedes to leave all the responibilities on you. He hung up before you had a chance to reply. Starting tomorrow, you will be (text-style: "emboss")[the boss, AKA Satan]. All of this feels like a fever dream. Is any of this real? Since when were you in hell? Your head starts spinnig and you decided to call it a day. Even though it was still morning, you packed up your things and headed home. [[Tomorrow]] is going to be interesting. <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/135902_crz1990_vintage-telephone-hanging-up%20(online-audio-converter.com).mp3" autoplay>

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_f432188cab9a44318ad7b0ecac23d8c7~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_f432188cab9a44318ad7b0ecac23d8c7~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You wake up to a new day. You had a werid dream. Something about being Satan and being in hell. You start your normal routine; washing your face, eating Hellios, getting dressed, and brushing your teeth. Wait. You cereal is called Hellios instead of Cherrios. You look outside and see a distorted universe. Perhaps you're still dreaming. You wish your pet goodbye and head off to work. You walk through the front doors and start walking towards the [[boss's room]]. <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/85904_mwmarsh_cereal-pour-into-ceramic%20(online-audio-converter.com).mp3" autoplay>

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_a09d691aa25b4574ad73dd3c713720ff~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_a09d691aa25b4574ad73dd3c713720ff~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You look over on the other side of your desk. You see a huge pile of papers waiting on a desk for you. Overwhelemed, you took the paper that was on top of the stack. With your other hand you open the first drawer to find a pen. You read the fine print. It takes you a long while, but once you did you signed whereever was needed. After 30 minutes, you got one paper down, thousands more to go. The hours go by very slowly. You feel the s͇͉͝t̞͉̯͙̦͘͜r̷͏̷̥̻̗͇ͅe̵̳̦͘s̙̲̙̝̹̠͈͖̀s̷̘͎̘̜̘͈͕ͅ ̢̱̬̹̺͞ getting to you. You look at the clock after a while and realized that it's time to [[go home]] . <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/326961_listentonyboy_pen-signature-signing-2%20(online-audio-converter.com).mp3" autoplay>

You decide to call a meeting. You picked up the phone and called in your new secretary. The soft-spoken assitant told you that your meeting will begin in shortly. You walked into the board room and took your seat at the head of the table. <img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_16c079d5ee8740f181eb85c5a611c1dc~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_16c079d5ee8740f181eb85c5a611c1dc~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You look at the everyone in the room. Both humans and demons were present for your meeting. All eyes were on you. You were not ready for this amount of pressure but you realize that you needed this meeting to give you insights of what this job is really like. You feel the s͇͉͝t̞͉̯͙̦͘͜r̷͏̷̥̻̗͇ͅe̵̳̦͘s̙̲̙̝̹̠͈͖̀s̷̘͎̘̜̘͈͕ͅ ̢̱̬̹̺͞ getting to you. After the meeting, you take a look at the clock. It's time to [[go home]] .

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_d650bd05e0e74f2caf9593bf9cf415c2~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_407,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_d650bd05e0e74f2caf9593bf9cf415c2~mv2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You sit at your throne and wait for something to happen. You hear a knock at your door. You allowed them to enter. You see a small man appear in front of you. As he walked towards you, two buttons appeared on your desk. The buttons are labelled "hell" and "purgatory". The fate of this man is in your hands. You listen to his story and make your decision. You hope it was the right one. Many other people appear in front of you one-by-one. You start to feel the s͇͉͝t̞͉̯͙̦͘͜r̷͏̷̥̻̗͇ͅe̵̳̦͘s̙̲̙̝̹̠͈͖̀s̷̘͎̘̜̘͈͕ͅ ̢̱̬̹̺͞ getting to you. After a long day, you look at the clock. It's now time to [[go home]].

You go home after one tiring day of being the (text-style: "emboss")[boss]. . You've always imagine being the boss was a pretty cool thing. But instead, it's making you hot headed and tired. <img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_8a27c93d4e9549d58b1b0267deeb4efd~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_416,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_8a27c93d4e9549d58b1b0267deeb4efd~mv2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> It's nice to see your pet goat again. You're not sure if you're ready for a [[new day tomorrow]]

You look at yourself in the mirror. You notice your self looking a bit r̶̢͡e̶̡d̶̕͜͢͢Perhaps it's because of all the anger. You look at the top of your head and notice something starting to s̴̨̀t̴́͠į̛c͠҉k͏ ̕o͢u̸̢͞ţ́. You don't feel any pain so you're not very worried. If it starts concerning you, you'll go to the doctor. You take a bath to clear your mind. You have another big day [[tomorrow.]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_4f0ac509e5634a7c9adf6486290b06f2~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_4f0ac509e5634a7c9adf6486290b06f2~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You woke up from another b̵̡̯͇̀ą͙̭̜̜ͅd̴̰̱͟͟ ̝͕̜͇̯̮́͡d̶̛̹̯ͅͅr͏̛̙̠̝͚e̮͓a̸̸̺̘͎̣̬͇̻̺͡m̜̹͓͖̹. You look outside once again and remember that your nightmare was in fact your reality. You drag yourself out of bed and start your day. Once you get to your office, you glare at the sticky note that had your three choices: [[Meeting]] [[Sign ]] Contracts [[Desk]] Duties

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_a09d691aa25b4574ad73dd3c713720ff~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_a09d691aa25b4574ad73dd3c713720ff~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You look over at the left side of your desk. You see a huge pile of papers waiting for you. Overwhelemed and angry, you swipe the paper that was on top of the stack. With your other hand you rip open the first drawer to find a pen. You skim the fine print. It takes you a while, but once you did you signed whereever was needed. After a few minutes, you got one paper down, thousands more to go. T̨he h͏o̷u̸rs̀ g͘o̶ by̨ v͏e̛r͠y͜ slowl̛ỳ. The͘ ̨m̧or҉e p̛a͢ṕer̴s̢ ̨y̷òu went ţḩrou͞g̵h̢, ͘t̛h҉e more ̡a͜ng̵r̀i͞er y͘ou͢ ͜go̷t̛. ̴Yo͟u͞ ̢l̢òòk̡ ͏a̕t ͠t̨h̡e͜ cloc̶k̀ ̴after ҉a ̴while̕ ̧a̡nd r̷e͢álize̕d̸ ͡th́a̵t ̶i͏t'̀s̕ ̢t̷ime̵ t̴o [[go home.]] <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/326961_listentonyboy_pen-signature-signing-2%20(online-audio-converter.com).mp3" autoplay>

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_16c079d5ee8740f181eb85c5a611c1dc~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_16c079d5ee8740f181eb85c5a611c1dc~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You decide to call a meeting. You picked up the phone and called in your secretary. Your meeting will begin soon. Once it was time, you walked into the board room and took your seat at the head of the You look at the everyone in the room. Both humans and demons were present for your meeting. All eyes were on you. Y̛ou'r͟e͘ ̸a͡l̡re̴a͜d͘y ̴tįr̛e͏d̡ ́of wha͘t ͡e̵ve͠ŕyóne h͘a͏s̀ t͜o da͠y.͡ ̕Y̕ou̸ f͜eel the ̷st͏re͝s̀s rèal̕ly ģet͝t͟in̶g ̢t̢o̸ yo͟u̶.̕ ̨Af҉t͠e̢r̢ ̨t͜h́e ̀m̴e̢e̕tin͜g,̶ ̸ýou ̧t͢áke̢ a ́l̕o͘oḱ a͡t̸ the c͢l̷o͘ck. ҉It'̕s͘ t̢ime͞ ̴tơ [[go home.]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_d650bd05e0e74f2caf9593bf9cf415c2~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_407,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_d650bd05e0e74f2caf9593bf9cf415c2~mv2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You stay sitting on your chair. You hear a knock at your door. With an annoyed voice, you allowed them to enter. You see a scared woman appear in front of you. As she walked towards you, two buttons appeared on your desk. The buttons are labelled "hell" and "purgatory". The fate of this woman is in your hands. You listen to her story and make your decision. You don't really care about their fate. Many other people appear in front of you one-by-one. A҉f̵ter wh̀a̢t͟ ̨se̷ems̨ li͡k͞e ̨an҉ ętern̛i͞t̶y, y̧ou lo͘o̢k̕ ̛at ͏t̨h̛e͟ ̶c҉l̛oćk. It'̡s̴ no͘w t̕im͘e͡ ̴t҉o ̕[[go home.]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_d465378f911f428bba4aca375e09dcbf~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_d465378f911f428bba4aca375e09dcbf~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You go home on the bus after another tiring day of being the boss. You're not sure how much longer you can handle this job. You open the door to greet your goat. But he starts glaring at you. Is there something wrong with my face? You give it no mind and start changing out of your clothes. You walk past your mirror and notice something [[off]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_4f0ac509e5634a7c9adf6486290b06f2~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_4f0ac509e5634a7c9adf6486290b06f2~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> Your alarm clock woke you up in a way that pissed you off. You smashed the clock into the wall and broke it into pieces. You debated whether or not to start another day at work. However, you don't have much of a choice right now. You head into [[work.]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_16c079d5ee8740f181eb85c5a611c1dc~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_16c079d5ee8740f181eb85c5a611c1dc~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You decide to call a meeting. You picked up the phone and called in your secretary. Your meeting will begin soon. You headed towards the board room and took your seat at the head of the Both humans and demons were present for your meeting. All eyes were on you. You barked at your coworkers for some reason. You feel the stress getting to you. You take a look at the clock. Time hasn't moved as much as you thought it did. You are [[exhausted]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_a09d691aa25b4574ad73dd3c713720ff~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_a09d691aa25b4574ad73dd3c713720ff~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You look over at the left side of your desk. You see a huge pile of papers waiting for you. Overwhelemed and now angry, you take the paper that was on top of the stack. With your other hand you rip open the first drawer to find a pen. You skim the fine print. It takes you a while, but once you did you signed whereever was needed. After a few minutes, you got one paper down, thousands more to go. The hours go by very slowly. You take a look at the clock. Time hasn't moved as much as you thought it did. You are [[exhausted]] <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/326961_listentonyboy_pen-signature-signing-2%20(online-audio-converter.com).mp3" autoplay>

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_d650bd05e0e74f2caf9593bf9cf415c2~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_407,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_d650bd05e0e74f2caf9593bf9cf415c2~mv2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You slouch in your chair. You really don't want to go through another day of this. You hear a knock at your door. You screamed at them to enter. You see a man appear at the door. You yell at him to hurry up and approach you. As he rushes towards you, two buttons appeared on your desk. The buttons are labelled "hell" and "purgatory". The fate of this man is in your hands. You listen to his story and make your decision. You feel indifferent. Many other people appear in front of you one-by-one. Why are there so many people? Why do you have to deal with everyone? You are so [[exhausted]].

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_fd8dcd0772574defa70f82e469538545~mv2_d_1881_1920_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_755,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_fd8dcd0772574defa70f82e469538545~mv2_d_1881_1920_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> Y̹̩̟̹̱͖̭͎o͇̦̥̬̥͚̤̖̣̬u̦̰͇̙̹̹̹̩̪ͅ ̼͖̤̻͙͓̦̹̞̥c͇̘̳̺̻̘̞͇a̗̼͚͍̪͇̥͎͈͙̻̣̖̤͉̭̰̬n͎̜̠͉̩̻͉̯̬͚̘̰̩'̲̙̯͉͉̖͎ṱ̰̲͉͕̥ ̝̤̩̲̱̗̲̜̤̤͓̭̖̭̥͕͓t̤̱̮̥̩̠͚̲̬̪̙̘͖͓̻̼͖͓͖a̗̦̳̼̠ͅk̦̗͖̗̣̗̭̤̰̻̟͇̩̺͉̜e̜̞͈̼͈͉̮ ̠̣͕̖̥̻̰̼̫̱̪̙̙̟i̹͉̲̱̦͔͍̪̠͔͚t̯̗̮͔͉̩̯̼̘̞͖̗̮ ̜̜̼̤̬̲̯̝̤̜̲̼͇͓̩a̰͎̞̩̼̤̺̩̼͎ͅn̰̲̩̲̦̲̣̻̹̝̥͖̭̪̺̼͔y̰͔ͅm̮͍̭̪̼̯̥͚̠̲̱̯̳o͔̮̲͉̥̱̤̤̹̱͎ͅr͍̱̙̞̤̺̬͎̗̙͎̙̣̭̦e͇͔̜̭͓͓̘̯͕̹̹̪͔̞͓ͅ.͍̭̻͈͍̣̜͇̺̣̦̟͙̰̺ͅͅ You feel a huge sense of rage and confusion. Every day is always hectic yet familiar. You can't quite figure it out. Ÿ̵̟͚̤̙̤͔͕̮̖̠̑ͯͣͦ̾͐̉̿̅̐̽̐̎ͦ͋͑͘o͂̃̏͂̀ͬ͂̓ͮͥ̈̉̚͏̝̪̞̟̠̟̖͕̲̪̹͚̤̭̻̺̲͟͟͜ ̴̡̜͍̞̰̯̺͈̹̗̥͈͈̯̺̥̭̂̑͒̓̾͂͊̔ͪ̊͘͞U͂̃̏̿͊ͤ̚͠͏̛͓̻̪̝̯̼̣̟͚̰̤̟͓̖͘ ̺͎͈̟͓̘̗̳͍̜̑͛͗ͣͭͯ̑ͨ͗̾̅͆ͧ̎ͤ͆̕͢͟͜͡ ̛̲̮̠͍̠͉͙̳̙̌̉̽̽̈̀͢͜͞C̵̨̨̩̘͓̲̺̞̩̞̬͈͍̜̦̠͉̖͉̽̒ͮ̍͛̈̉ͦͮ̒́͊̌́ͯ̉̀̚a̴̡̡͉͍̩ͣͩ̃̍͗ͮ̂̽̉ͩ́͝Ǹ̶̮͙̗̩̼͇͈̞͕̖͚͍̰͍̺̎ͧ̾͂́̀'̢̬̭̖̰̟̰̻̻̩̹͍̤͍̿̄͋ͧ̈ͫ̌̽ͯ̒͟͟͟͡ͅT̵͉̺͕̖̟̮̙̺͋̔͌̃̓͂ͪ̒̏ͦͯ͗͛ͯͨ͋̀̚̚͜͜ ̨̬̩̯͎ͮ͑ͥͧ̋ͧ̾͛ͤ̎̍͊̚͠D̨̢̳̦͉͓̭͔ͭ͒ͤ̓̓O͒̒́ͬ̒̅̏̈̎͑̊̀̎̑͛́̚̚͢͏͖̩͖͍̺̪̗͔̟̖̙̩͎̭̳ͅ ̵̆̋̾ͮ̑ͣ̑́́͏̢̧̖̱̻͇̩̣͖͓̳̠͍̫̜͍̟̰̮͉I̸̛̦̖̭̰͉͉̹̳̭͙͇̙̺͚͓̬ͫ̋̓̆ͬ̊͗̆̓͑̚̚͢T̵̷̡͖̲̬͙̭̱̻̖͕̜̱͚̙̖̖̻̻̫̒̐̉̓ͦ́ͣ͒͑ͪ̓͡ ͈̟̞̯̮̲͓̖̩͕̓̈̔͌̅̒ͮ͂̂̅ͦͫ̎͌̒͊̑̚͝Ȃ̶̴̶̛͚̲̬ͩ̏̂̂̋ͨͅN̨̡̜͇͇ͮ̓͑ͨ̑ͫͮ͑̄̇̆̊̌͒ͧͭ̆̔Ẏ̢̤̦͈͓͙͎̰͇͓͉̗̱̣̻͎͔͚̠̼̒̉̉́̍̈ͯ̂̑ͣ̔ͪͫ̋̇͐́͜͞͝M̸̫̱͚̱̹̺̳̙̲͙͔͔̓̊̓ͩͣ̃ͩͪ͗ͮ̎ͩͫ͡O̧̻̯͇̫͕̬̮͍̫̱̯̭͋ͫ̓ͤ͗ͣ͋̂̏̅͢͝͡ͅR̴̪̟͓̜̣̗̳̳̖̯ͧ̎̐̔ͩ̀͛́̕ͅe̵̷̥̹͚̬̖͓͇̺͈͔̣͂̃̇͊͑ͯ͗̏̓ͪ̏̅ͮ̾͒ͮ̚͝ͅŸ̵̟͚̤̙̤͔͕̮̖̠̑ͯͣͦ̾͐̉̿̅̐̽̐̎ͦ͋͑͘o͂̃̏͂̀ͬ͂̓ͮͥ̈̉̚͏̝̪̞̟̠̟̖͕̲̪̹͚̤̭̻̺̲͟͟͜ ̴̡̜͍̞̰̯̺͈̹̗̥͈͈̯̺̥̭̂̑͒̓̾͂͊̔ͪ̊͘͞U͂̃̏̿͊ͤ̚͠͏̛͓̻̪̝̯̼̣̟͚̰̤̟͓̖͘ ̺͎͈̟͓̘̗̳͍̜̑͛͗ͣͭͯ̑ͨ͗̾̅͆ͧ̎ͤ͆̕͢͟͜͡ ̛̲̮̠͍̠͉͙̳̙̌̉̽̽̈̀͢͜͞C̵̨̨̩̘͓̲̺̞̩̞̬͈͍̜̦̠͉̖͉̽̒ͮ̍͛̈̉ͦͮ̒́͊̌́ͯ̉̀̚a̴̡̡͉͍̩ͣͩ̃̍͗ͮ̂̽̉ͩ́͝Ǹ̶̮͙̗̩̼͇͈̞͕̖͚͍̰͍̺̎ͧ̾͂́̀'̢̬̭̖̰̟̰̻̻̩̹͍̤͍̿̄͋ͧ̈ͫ̌̽ͯ̒͟͟͟͡ͅT̵͉̺͕̖̟̮̙̺͋̔͌̃̓͂ͪ̒̏ͦͯ͗͛ͯͨ͋̀̚̚͜͜ ̨̬̩̯͎ͮ͑ͥͧ̋ͧ̾͛ͤ̎̍͊̚͠D̨̢̳̦͉͓̭͔ͭ͒ͤ̓̓O͒̒́ͬ̒̅̏̈̎͑̊̀̎̑͛́̚̚͢͏͖̩͖͍̺̪̗͔̟̖̙̩͎̭̳ͅ ̵̆̋̾ͮ̑ͣ̑́́͏̢̧̖̱̻͇̩̣͖͓̳̠͍̫̜͍̟̰̮͉I̸̛̦̖̭̰͉͉̹̳̭͙͇̙̺͚͓̬ͫ̋̓̆ͬ̊͗̆̓͑̚̚͢T̵̷̡͖̲̬͙̭̱̻̖͕̜̱͚̙̖̖̻̻̫̒̐̉̓ͦ́ͣ͒͑ͪ̓͡ ͈̟̞̯̮̲͓̖̩͕̓̈̔͌̅̒ͮ͂̂̅ͦͫ̎͌̒͊̑̚͝Ȃ̶̴̶̛͚̲̬ͩ̏̂̂̋ͨͅN̨̡̜͇͇ͮ̓͑ͨ̑ͫͮ͑̄̇̆̊̌͒ͧͭ̆̔Ẏ̢̤̦͈͓͙͎̰͇͓͉̗̱̣̻͎͔͚̠̼̒̉̉́̍̈ͯ̂̑ͣ̔ͪͫ̋̇͐́͜͞͝M̸̫̱͚̱̹̺̳̙̲͙͔͔̓̊̓ͩͣ̃ͩͪ͗ͮ̎ͩͫ͡O̧̻̯͇̫͕̬̮͍̫̱̯̭͋ͫ̓ͤ͗ͣ͋̂̏̅͢͝͡ͅR̴̪̟͓̜̣̗̳̳̖̯ͧ̎̐̔ͩ̀͛́̕ͅe̵̷̥̹͚̬̖͓͇̺͈͔̣͂̃̇͊͑ͯ͗̏̓ͪ̏̅ͮ̾͒ͮ̚͝ͅŸ̵̟͚̤̙̤͔͕̮̖̠̑ͯͣͦ̾͐̉̿̅̐̽̐̎ͦ͋͑͘o͂̃̏͂̀ͬ͂̓ͮͥ̈̉̚͏̝̪̞̟̠̟̖͕̲̪̹͚̤̭̻̺̲͟͟͜ ̴̡̜͍̞̰̯̺͈̹̗̥͈͈̯̺̥̭̂̑͒̓̾͂͊̔ͪ̊͘͞U͂̃̏̿͊ͤ̚͠͏̛͓̻̪̝̯̼̣̟͚̰̤̟͓̖͘ ̺͎͈̟͓̘̗̳͍̜̑͛͗ͣͭͯ̑ͨ͗̾̅͆ͧ̎ͤ͆̕͢͟͜͡ ̛̲̮̠͍̠͉͙̳̙̌̉̽̽̈̀͢͜͞C̵̨̨̩̘͓̲̺̞̩̞̬͈͍̜̦̠͉̖͉̽̒ͮ̍͛̈̉ͦͮ̒́͊̌́ͯ̉̀̚a̴̡̡͉͍̩ͣͩ̃̍͗ͮ̂̽̉ͩ́͝Ǹ̶̮͙̗̩̼͇͈̞͕̖͚͍̰͍̺̎ͧ̾͂́̀'̢̬̭̖̰̟̰̻̻̩̹͍̤͍̿̄͋ͧ̈ͫ̌̽ͯ̒͟͟͟͡ͅT̵͉̺͕̖̟̮̙̺͋̔͌̃̓͂ͪ̒̏ͦͯ͗͛ͯͨ͋̀̚̚͜͜ ̨̬̩̯͎ͮ͑ͥͧ̋ͧ̾͛ͤ̎̍͊̚͠D̨̢̳̦͉͓̭͔ͭ͒ͤ̓̓O͒̒́ͬ̒̅̏̈̎͑̊̀̎̑͛́̚̚͢͏͖̩͖͍̺̪̗͔̟̖̙̩͎̭̳ͅ ̵̆̋̾ͮ̑ͣ̑́́͏̢̧̖̱̻͇̩̣͖͓̳̠͍̫̜͍̟̰̮͉I̸̛̦̖̭̰͉͉̹̳̭͙͇̙̺͚͓̬ͫ̋̓̆ͬ̊͗̆̓͑̚̚͢T̵̷̡͖̲̬͙̭̱̻̖͕̜̱͚̙̖̖̻̻̫̒̐̉̓ͦ́ͣ͒͑ͪ̓͡ ͈̟̞̯̮̲͓̖̩͕̓̈̔͌̅̒ͮ͂̂̅ͦͫ̎͌̒͊̑̚͝Ȃ̶̴̶̛͚̲̬ͩ̏̂̂̋ͨͅN̨̡̜͇͇ͮ̓͑ͨ̑ͫͮ͑̄̇̆̊̌͒ͧͭ̆̔Ẏ̢̤̦͈͓͙͎̰͇͓͉̗̱̣̻͎͔͚̠̼̒̉̉́̍̈ͯ̂̑ͣ̔ͪͫ̋̇͐́͜͞͝M̸̫̱͚̱̹̺̳̙̲͙͔͔̓̊̓ͩͣ̃ͩͪ͗ͮ̎ͩͫ͡O̧̻̯͇̫͕̬̮͍̫̱̯̭͋ͫ̓ͤ͗ͣ͋̂̏̅͢͝͡ͅR̴̪̟͓̜̣̗̳̳̖̯ͧ̎̐̔ͩ̀͛́̕ͅe̵̷̥̹͚̬̖͓͇̺͈͔̣͂̃̇͊͑ͯ͗̏̓ͪ̏̅ͮ̾͒ͮ̚͝ͅŸ̵̟͚̤̙̤͔͕̮̖̠̑ͯͣͦ̾͐̉̿̅̐̽̐̎ͦ͋͑͘o͂̃̏͂̀ͬ͂̓ͮͥ̈̉̚͏̝̪̞̟̠̟̖͕̲̪̹͚̤̭̻̺̲͟͟͜ ̴̡̜͍̞̰̯̺͈̹̗̥͈͈̯̺̥̭̂̑͒̓̾͂͊̔ͪ̊͘͞U͂̃̏̿͊ͤ̚͠͏̛͓̻̪̝̯̼̣̟͚̰̤̟͓̖͘ ̺͎͈̟͓̘̗̳͍̜̑͛͗ͣͭͯ̑ͨ͗̾̅͆ͧ̎ͤ͆̕͢͟͜͡ ̛̲̮̠͍̠͉͙̳̙̌̉̽̽̈̀͢͜͞C̵̨̨̩̘͓̲̺̞̩̞̬͈͍̜̦̠͉̖͉̽̒ͮ̍͛̈̉ͦͮ̒́͊̌́ͯ̉̀̚a̴̡̡͉͍̩ͣͩ̃̍͗ͮ̂̽̉ͩ́͝Ǹ̶̮͙̗̩̼͇͈̞͕̖͚͍̰͍̺̎ͧ̾͂́̀'̢̬̭̖̰̟̰̻̻̩̹͍̤͍̿̄͋ͧ̈ͫ̌̽ͯ̒͟͟͟͡ͅT̵͉̺͕̖̟̮̙̺͋̔͌̃̓͂ͪ̒̏ͦͯ͗͛ͯͨ͋̀̚̚͜͜ ̨̬̩̯͎ͮ͑ͥͧ̋ͧ̾͛ͤ̎̍͊̚͠D̨̢̳̦͉͓̭͔ͭ͒ͤ̓̓O͒̒́ͬ̒̅̏̈̎͑̊̀̎̑͛́̚̚͢͏͖̩͖͍̺̪̗͔̟̖̙̩͎̭̳ͅ ̵̆̋̾ͮ̑ͣ̑́́͏̢̧̖̱̻͇̩̣͖͓̳̠͍̫̜͍̟̰̮͉I̸̛̦̖̭̰͉͉̹̳̭͙͇̙̺͚͓̬ͫ̋̓̆ͬ̊͗̆̓͑̚̚͢T̵̷̡͖̲̬͙̭̱̻̖͕̜̱͚̙̖̖̻̻̫̒̐̉̓ͦ́ͣ͒͑ͪ̓͡ ͈̟̞̯̮̲͓̖̩͕̓̈̔͌̅̒ͮ͂̂̅ͦͫ̎͌̒͊̑̚͝Ȃ̶̴̶̛͚̲̬ͩ̏̂̂̋ͨͅN̨̡̜͇͇ͮ̓͑ͨ̑ͫͮ͑̄̇̆̊̌͒ͧͭ̆̔Ẏ̢̤̦͈͓͙͎̰͇͓͉̗̱̣̻͎͔͚̠̼̒̉̉́̍̈ͯ̂̑ͣ̔ͪͫ̋̇͐́͜͞͝M̸̫̱͚̱̹̺̳̙̲͙͔͔̓̊̓ͩͣ̃ͩͪ͗ͮ̎ͩͫ͡O̧̻̯͇̫͕̬̮͍̫̱̯̭͋ͫ̓ͤ͗ͣ͋̂̏̅͢͝͡ͅR̴̪̟͓̜̣̗̳̳̖̯ͧ̎̐̔ͩ̀͛́̕ͅe̵̷̥̹͚̬̖͓͇̺͈͔̣͂̃̇͊͑ͯ͗̏̓ͪ̏̅ͮ̾͒ͮ̚͝ͅŸ̵̟͚̤̙̤͔͕̮̖̠̑ͯͣͦ̾͐̉̿̅̐̽̐̎ͦ͋͑͘o͂̃̏͂̀ͬ͂̓ͮͥ̈̉̚͏̝̪̞̟̠̟̖͕̲̪̹͚̤̭̻̺̲͟͟͜ ̴̡̜͍̞̰̯̺͈̹̗̥͈͈̯̺̥̭̂̑͒̓̾͂͊̔ͪ̊͘͞U͂̃̏̿͊ͤ̚͠͏̛͓̻̪̝̯̼̣̟͚̰̤̟͓̖͘ ̺͎͈̟͓̘̗̳͍̜̑͛͗ͣͭͯ̑ͨ͗̾̅͆ͧ̎ͤ͆̕͢͟͜͡ ̛̲̮̠͍̠͉͙̳̙̌̉̽̽̈̀͢͜͞C̵̨̨̩̘͓̲̺̞̩̞̬͈͍̜̦̠͉̖͉̽̒ͮ̍͛̈̉ͦͮ̒́͊̌́ͯ̉̀̚a̴̡̡͉͍̩ͣͩ̃̍͗ͮ̂̽̉ͩ́͝Ǹ̶̮͙̗̩̼͇͈̞͕̖͚͍̰͍̺̎ͧ̾͂́̀'̢̬̭̖̰̟̰̻̻̩̹͍̤͍̿̄͋ͧ̈ͫ̌̽ͯ̒͟͟͟͡ͅT̵͉̺͕̖̟̮̙̺͋̔͌̃̓͂ͪ̒̏ͦͯ͗͛ͯͨ͋̀̚̚͜͜ ̨̬̩̯͎ͮ͑ͥͧ̋ͧ̾͛ͤ̎̍͊̚͠D̨̢̳̦͉͓̭͔ͭ͒ͤ̓̓O͒̒́ͬ̒̅̏̈̎͑̊̀̎̑͛́̚̚͢͏͖̩͖͍̺̪̗͔̟̖̙̩͎̭̳ͅ ̵̆̋̾ͮ̑ͣ̑́́͏̢̧̖̱̻͇̩̣͖͓̳̠͍̫̜͍̟̰̮͉I̸̛̦̖̭̰͉͉̹̳̭͙͇̙̺͚͓̬ͫ̋̓̆ͬ̊͗̆̓͑̚̚͢T̵̷̡͖̲̬͙̭̱̻̖͕̜̱͚̙̖̖̻̻̫̒̐̉̓ͦ́ͣ͒͑ͪ̓͡ ͈̟̞̯̮̲͓̖̩͕̓̈̔͌̅̒ͮ͂̂̅ͦͫ̎͌̒͊̑̚͝Ȃ̶̴̶̛͚̲̬ͩ̏̂̂̋ͨͅN̨̡̜͇͇ͮ̓͑ͨ̑ͫͮ͑̄̇̆̊̌͒ͧͭ̆̔Ẏ̢̤̦͈͓͙͎̰͇͓͉̗̱̣̻͎͔͚̠̼̒̉̉́̍̈ͯ̂̑ͣ̔ͪͫ̋̇͐́͜͞͝M̸̫̱͚̱̹̺̳̙̲͙͔͔̓̊̓ͩͣ̃ͩͪ͗ͮ̎ͩͫ͡O̧̻̯͇̫͕̬̮͍̫̱̯̭͋ͫ̓ͤ͗ͣ͋̂̏̅͢͝͡ͅR̴̪̟͓̜̣̗̳̳̖̯ͧ̎̐̔ͩ̀͛́̕ͅe̵̷̥̹͚̬̖͓͇̺͈͔̣͂̃̇͊͑ͯ͗̏̓ͪ̏̅ͮ̾͒ͮ̚͝ͅ Yǫu҉ dec͠i̴de to̶ ̡call͡ y̧ou̴ŗ ̛s̕e̛cret͝ar͞y̨. ̧ Y͞o̧u̡ ̵t͜el͏l͞ th̕em tha͟t͜ y̷ou̕ ne̶e̴d̨ s͡ome ̧time͝ ̷of̛f̡ ͏a͢nd t͝hat͝ ̧th͘èy̕'r̨e ̨iǹ c͡h̸a͠rg̢e w̵hi͠l̢e̕ ͞y͢o҉u͏'re͏ ͟g̷on͟e.͝ ͜ You han͟g͘ ͡u͏p the ph͘o͟n͢e͠ ͜aǹd d҉e͠c̕i̛d͠e̕ ͠to͘ go ͢b͠e̡fo̧re you҉r̸ secŗeta̧ry̢ ha̡d a ̷ch͏a̴n̨çe t҉o ̵rȩply̡. You plan to go Somewhere [[tropical]] On a [[cruise]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_863866d41250447189387d10efb775dd~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_415,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_863866d41250447189387d10efb775dd~mv2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> Leaving your rage behind, you decide to go on a relaxing tropical vacation. As soon as you arrive, the familair sound of the ocean waves calm you down. The water is a nice and cool, the sand is not too hot. You sit down next to a coconut tree and enjoy the view. All the sudden you get [[hit]] by a coconut from above.

The pain in your head was the last thing you remember before waking up in a bed. There lies a note on your nightstand. It read: *Hey, You hit your head while you're on vacation. I hope you don't have amnesia or anything but I brought you back in your own home. -random stranger * You're somewhat worried that a stranger knew where you lived. But that was the least of your concerns. You don't remember why you went on vacation. How did you even afford a vacation? You were unemployed until just recently. Speaking of work, what day is it? You [[start]] your day by getting up and looking at your phone.

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_4f0ac509e5634a7c9adf6486290b06f2~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_4f0ac509e5634a7c9adf6486290b06f2~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> It's Monday morning. With a piercing headache, you feel the need to skip work. However, it's your first day and you don't have much of a choice right now. Feeling groggy, you started to get ready and headed into [[town]].

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_cd444d98e09c4e1cb9d747ea728383dd~mv2_d_1920_1441_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_555,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_cd444d98e09c4e1cb9d747ea728383dd~mv2_d_1920_1441_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You reach for another piece of paperwork that's on top of the stack. It reads; J́͢e̛f̕f̨r͠͡e̡̛͞y̶ ͠Dą͠h̨҉͠m͘͟e̴͟͡r ̴(̷҉May̡ ̨̀̕2͏1̶̕͡,̀̀ ́̕͜19͟͟͠6҉0 ͟͠to̸ ͠N̨̨͠o͝͞v̛e̸̵ḿb̧è̴͠r҉͜ ͘͏͠2͏͜8̵́,͞ ̶͠1̧̛9̵̶̸9̢̧4)͝ ̧ẃ̡as̛ a̕͏ņ͡ Am̀ę̕ri͠can̷͡ ̛͘s̶̴͢er̶͟͡i̷͞a̧l͘ ҉k̛͘i̢l̶͝͠le͘͞r̵ ̧̛́wh̡͜͝ò̶ ̢͡t̷̷o̶͘o͢k̢͘̕ ̶̶t̛́̕h̶͢é ̨҉l͠i̴̡v̵e͢͞s̷̨͢ ͡ơ̛f̶̛́ ̨17̸ m̷̨ą̶̛l̷͡e͡҉ś͢ ̕͡b͏̡e͜t͝w̸̛een̶̛ 1͢9͏̶7̷̀͠8͝ ̀a҉̸nd̴̕ ҉͟1̧͘͘9͘91͝͠.̡ ̛͞O͟v̴̨̕er̕ th̷e͡ ̸co̶̕͝u̕͠r̷̢s̀͘e͠ ́͡o̧͢͝f͟ ḿo͢͠r̨e͜͝ ̸ţ͢h̨̛aǹ ͘1̧͘3 ̕͢yea͜r̢͝s͟,̀͠ ̵̕Da̴͏hm̢͘e͡r̶͟ ́͜͠s̷̸͞o̴u͟͠g̸͠h̨͘t ̨̛o͡u̴t͘͜ ̸͜m̴̀e͏n͞,̛ ҉m̴͟o҉͟͢s̨̛͝t̨͝ly̶ A̶f̕͜ŗi̵̛͝c͏͏a͢͡n̶-͢͢҉A͡m̸͠e̛r͘҉i̶c͏̢an̸,̛ ͝ą̀t͜͜ ̛g̛͞a̴͡y͏̶͠ ͠͏b̶ar̸͞s͜͡,͞҉ ͘m̨a͜͟ļ̴l̨͘s̡͜ ̡an͜҉͜d ̨̛͘b̷͢͞u̷̕ś̷ ̷s̷͘͡t̶͟ò̷p̷̛s͞,͢ ̴l̕͜ur̶eḑ̢ t͡͞he̴m ̛h͘͡om͏e ͘͡w̛it͢h͏͢ ͡p̛r̶͘om̴i̡̧͢s̵̢͢e͝s̕ ̷̨o̡̧f̴͝ ̡͘m͟o͘͞n҉͡҉e̵y ͟o̷͠r ̀͜s̴̢e҉́͞x̶, ҉́a̵͠n̶̴̴d̸̢̀ ̢g͠a̕͞v̕͟é̛ ̢t̷͜h̛em҉̛ a̢͏l̷̴c͏͞oh̴͢ol ̴̡ļ͡à̴c̛͟e͜d͢ ̀w̢͢i͢͞t̡h̨͘ ͜͠ḑ̡r̷u̶̷͝gs̸̸͟ b̢͝͠e͘҉fo͠r̛͡e̴̸ ҉s̨tr͏͡a͏̵n̨g̵̀͜l̸į̵̨ng͡ t̀h̕͘em̸̛ ̨t͜͢o͜͠ ̕de̡͝a̵t̸h̴.̵̸ ͢ It's a profile about a serial killer who had a victim count of 17. To your right there are files. Do you put this profile in the [[stay]] box or in the [[leave]] box?

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_e7d93ee8dda046a6a03b767623171c44~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_430,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_e7d93ee8dda046a6a03b767623171c44~mv2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You open the huge doors to your new office. There, lies a huge throne room. A bit extravagant for your style. Walking up the the chair, you realize that it looks as if it's too big for you. Something about this seems awfuly familiar. As soon as your sit down, a desk emerges from the floor. Werid. You can already feel the nervousness kick in. To your left lies a [[sticky note]]. <audio src="https://soundclips.yolasite.com/resources/214307__lazymonk__opening-and-closing-a-big-old-door.mp3" autoplay>

It reads: *T̻͔̩͎͈̹͎͉̲̹̯̪̤̲ͅh̰̠͍͚͖i̩̥̣͕s̫̫̣͓̬̤̭̺̲̹̰̼ ̮͕̳̜͇͇̤̰͉̳̰̤̹̘i̤̺͚̣̟̱̹̜̺̪͖͓̙̭̘̻̞s̠͔͖̖̠̼͍ ͖̙̭̩̪̺̮̪̜͚̦͓ͅw̦̟̺̟̻̭̥͇̣̭̭h̯͚͕͇͈͎̘̟̞͔̼̙̰͉̠͈͖̤a̦̩̝͓̖͓̬ͅt̮̹̙̖̯̪̰̼͙̜̭ ̹̖̠͕̻̠͖͇̼͇͉̰̜͚̩̮ͅy̹̲͎͓̻͈͙̝̳̤̬̯̜͙ͅo̘̞͇̝̮̝̘̱͇ͅu̖̙̟͉̰͍̙̹ ̝͈̙͔̰̯̗͎͉̜͕̠̭͙̝̟n̠͓̥͚ẹ̝̱̙͓͇̲̘̥͉e̮̺̲̘̙̞̝̫̹̫͚̳̬̘̞̤ͅd̼̱͓̺̠̼̠̺̻̼͍̫͙̻͕̟͎͔̜ ̻̯̫̗͎ͅt̞̟͙̭͚̦̖͕̩͚̼̲ͅo͈̝͚͈͔̞̟̜ ͓̥̫̣̖̫̺̺̭̝̤̦̘͖ͅd͈̜̣͕̮̠̗̹̱̪͇̻̘̗͔̱ͅo̞͔̮̜̰̙ͅ* [[Set Up Meeting]] [[Sign Contracts]] [[Desk Duties]] I guess it was nice of him to leave me a To-Do list.

You go into your office and see the worn out sticky notes once again. Set [[a meeting]] [[sit here]] at your desk [[sign papers]]

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_e0cd04d34c0b4bf4a915b418502eada0~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_416,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_e0cd04d34c0b4bf4a915b418502eada0~mv2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> You decide to go on a cruise. You recieved the luxury suite that came with all the amenities you could think of. You relax on the main deck. Te familiar sounds of the ocean calms you down. You start to feel yourself unwind. Speaking of unwinding, some kids are playing with tops nearby. One of them spun out of control, and flew its way towards you. It [[hit]] you on the head very hard.

<img src="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0ae651_64c77af949754cf493ce916ca48f5b95~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fill/w_740,h_493,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/0ae651_64c77af949754cf493ce916ca48f5b95~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.webp" width="600" height="500" alt="asdfghjkl;"> One bus ride later, you arrive at your office building. You're a new secretary at this company. However, you can't help feeling a sense of Deja Vu. Either way, you're beyond nervous since you've been told that your (text-style: "emboss")[boss] is a very scary (text-style:"strike")[b͢҉é̵̡͢i̶͘͝n̢͢͢g͝] person. Eventually, you somehow manage to find your cubicle. You sit down at your desk and begin your [[work]] for the day.