Emotionlessly, you inform the old lady that her home is being foreclosed upon and suggest a number of refinancing options for her, none of which she can afford.\n\nThe old woman exits the bank, sobbing, her little dog snarling at you with an impotent growl.\n\nYou sit for a moment, looking at your computer monitor--still flashing its empty error message.\n\nAfter a minute or two, you realize that it's time to go home. You slowly collect your things and exit the bank.\n\nYou don't see Vanessa on the way out. For once, you're thankful.\n\n <<if $visited_Zippy is "yes">>Things were a little tough for you today. Maybe if you had Melancholy Cornflakes for breakfast, the day would have gone by a little easier. <<else>>Things were a little tough for you today. Maybe if you had Zippy-O's for breakfast, the day would have gone by a little easier. <<endif>>\n\n<<if $visited_media2 is "yes">>You decide to check social media before you leave. Mom and Dad now have 40000 followers combined, and Mom has a commendation from the President of the United States. She is dressed in combat fatigues, and you never remember her using THAT finger as a gesture before, even while driving. \n\nMeanwhile, Dave has unfriended you. You realize that you now have no one from The Bank as friends on social media. <<endif>>\n\nYou walk home to an empty house, suddenly afraid for the future.\n\n\nWelcome to working at The Bank.\n\n[[Victory!|victory]]
Back to the desk! No problem, it will only take two minutes to e-mail...\n\nHmm, that's odd...\n\nAll you see on your computer screen is a blinking cursor...\n\nMaybe if you move the mouse...\n\nNo? Try hitting ESC.\n\nStill nothing? Maybe try turning it off and turning it back on again.\n\nOh now it's beeping and saying "error 0x8000fff". And that's all it says? Hmmmm...\n\nMaybe you should call IT. Oh wait, your phone directory was saved on the computer. Well that WAS very modern of you, if a tad short-sighted.\n\nOh now look at that.\n\nNot at the computer. Look over there. Isn't that the old woman you nearly bludgeoned to death with the bank door not too long ago?\n\nThe old gal made it in! Good for her. I knew she could do it. Must have been all of those years dancing the Charleston that kept her in shape.\n\nHmmm...now she's talking to the teller. Probably has some bank business to take care of, some additions to her retirement account, something like that.\n\nOh isn't that funny? The teller is pointing in your general direction. What a strange coincidence. And now it looks like the old lady is tottering towards you.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Leave the cubicle?|cubicle]]\n\n[[Wait?|wait5]]
Gus seems surprised for just a moment when you tell him that there is no toner in the copy room. He recovers quickly.\n\nHe then suggests that there perhaps may be some toner in cubicle 43. You are about to leave when you realize that cubicle 43 is your cubicle and. unless the toner fairy left some toner on your desk when you were out, it is highly unlikely that toner would be there without your knowledge.\n\nYou look at Gus sternly. He pretends to be absorbed in his spreadsheet, but you can clearly see that he is typing the number "3" and then backspacing in the same space over and over again.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Demand answers from Gus?|demand]]\n\n[[Kick Gus's desk?|kick]]\n\n
\nYou wave a cheerful hello to the friendly vendor. He seems to be missing a few teeth, which you try not to notice as he smiles in kind.\n\nHo, what's this? The vendor seems to be selling grapefruit this morning. Odd. You have passed by here multiple times, and you never recall seeing a vendor selling a grapefruit. But today-yes, TODAY--is a magical day. A day filled with grapefruit, or so it would seem.\n\nThe grapefruit radiates purity in the morning haze. The merchant looks at you expectantly, a soft whistling sound emanating from the holes in which canine teeth once nestled.\n\nDo you...?\n\n[[Pass the stand by?|pass]]\n\n[[Buy a grapefruit?|grapefruit]]\n\n[[Wait and see what happens?|wait]]
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_Zippy = "no">>\n<<set $visited_media1 = "no">>\n<<set $visited_media2 = "no">>\n<<endsilently>>\nGood morning! Yes it truly is a good morning today. The sun is shining and the sky would be blue, if the two long-shuttered coal plants in your city weren't recently reactivated.\n\nNow, the sky is kind of a soot-y orange and your cat hacks up grey phlegm every so often. But otherwise, it's a wonderful day! You can pretend that you're a chimney sweep!\n\nAs you stumble down the stairs, you find your current situation difficult to believe. Because it's so wonderful, of course! It's another fine day working at the bank. Lucky you--you are participating in Capitalism this morning!\n\nEven better, you realize that, due to your recent efficiency bonus, you can afford two--TWO--different types of cereal.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Eat Zippy-O's?|ZippyOs]]\n\n[[Eat Melancholy Cornflakes?|cornflakes]]\n\n\n\n\n
<<silently>>\n<<set $ate_cornflakes = "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou open the box of Melancholy cornflakes and tip the end into your cereal bowl. As the cornflakes sluggishly fall into the bowl, you consider all of the mistakes you've made so far in life.\n\nCheating on your sixth grade spelling test...\n\nThat time you told your sister she smelled like poo...\n\nWhen you and your older brother used to go to Blockbuster to rent VHS tapes, and you never rewound them, even though you told everyone you did...\n\nSeriously, how long are you going to keep that library book?\n\nYou've NEVER seen Game of Thrones?\n\nTHAT wasn't very nice, you know. It WAS in a cage.\n\nExcuse me, I digress. AHEM!\n\nAs you pour Tasty-Time corporation approved milk substitute onto your cereal, the Melancholy cornflakes seem to sigh as they sop up the liquid and surrender to sogginess and inertia. You manage to choke them down and then slowly stand up, take your briefcase and depart.\n\n[[Leave for work!|leave]]\n\n\n\n
\nSorry, friendly merchant! The charms of your hastily scattered wares are no match for the lure of earning capital!\n\nWith a jaunty nod to the suddenly grim-faced merchant, you trot the rest of the way to the bank. Some may look at you and consider you self-satisfied--indeed, most may look at you and want to punch you in the face--but you're used to that by now, aren't you?\n\nFinally, after substantial motivated trotting, you find yourself at the bank. Hooray! As a omnipresent narrator, I can't wait to see what's inside.\n\n[[Enter the bank!|bank1]]
Ha ha ha! What? Do you really think--you know what? Never mind. You can't cancel the foreclosure! Where do you think this is? Some Communist country like Sweden? \n\nWhat's that? Sweden isn't Communist? But they seem so blonde...\n\nAnyway, this is America! And we are living under Capitalism. So get out there and...um, foreclose on little old ladies, I guess.\n\nSorry, that pep talk fell a little short.\n\nBut anyway, do your job, Champ!\n\n[[Finish it and get on with the rest of your day!|continue2]]
You want to leave the cubicle? But why? It's so comfortable in here. Don't you have a comfortable chair? And don't you feel powerful behind your desk?\n\nBesides, where would you go? You can't go home because you would have to shove past that little old lady, and you have injured her once already today.\n\nYou could go back to Gus's cubicle and reminisce over old times, but he is still traumatized by your assault on his furniture. No, there is no place for you to go really. You are the man/womyn/being without a country, I am afraid. At least metaphorically.\n\nAll you can do is wait.\n\n[[Wait!|wait5]]
Keeping your head down, you slink to your desk. Hopefully the raw emotion of your previous encounter won't give you hives, which you are rather susceptible to.\n\nTrying to clear your head, you look at your cubicle. The comforting gray walls of cloth...industrial carpeting that somehow muffles noise, yet has absolutely no tactile softness...\n\nOne day, you will be in control of the bank and, yes, your destiny.\n\nYou look down and realize that you need to make five copies of a new home loan. Shouldn't be a big deal. Will probably take you a couple of minutes at the copier.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Make copies?|copies]]\n\n[[Go on social media?|media]]\n\n
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_media1 = "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou eagerly check your social media, hoping that an amazing puppy or kitten video will surface.\n\nHmmm...most of these entries seem to be about politics.\n\n"I wish that all of my political enemies would DROP DEAD!"\n\nWait was that the President?\n\nNo, that's your mother! Mom certainly is getting more politically aware. Possibly you should call her before you end up on her enemies list.\n\nOh wait! A friend request! Maybe it's a beautiful woman, attracted by your animal magnetism.\n\nNo, it's just Dave the guy who sits in the cubicle next to you.\n\nDave's face pops up over the cubicle wall. He waves and grins at you. Your disappointment is reflected in the goofiness of his smile.\n\nGathering yourself, you decide to go and get those copies done. \n\n[[Go to copy room!|copies]]
\nYou're going to try and explain? Oh, that's interesting. Not the choice I would have gone with, but it may work for you! \n\nHmmm... I believe that I will quote you here. For accuracy's sake.\n\n"You see, Vanessa. I know what it looks like. But that old lady was taking far too long to get up the stairs and so I slammed the door in her face. Accidentally."\n\nWell, that was a good try at least. Let's see what...\n\nOh, that didn't seem to work very well. She glowers at you and folds her arms against her chest.\n\nMaybe you should try something else.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Hit on Vanessa?|harass]]\n\n[[Walk past Vanessa and go to your desk?|ignore]]
The copy machine yawns before you, squatting as the god it so clearly is.\n\nYou look forward to making these five copies and moving on to the rest of your day.\n\nYou plunk the documents in the bin with some authority and then press the big green button.\n\nHmm, that's odd. Nothing happened.\n\nYou look around the machine. Oh there's a red light flashing on the main panel. Whatever could that mean?\n\n"Add toner." Hmmm...that's interesting. It flashes and everything. Probably should have picked up on that sooner.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Look around the copy room for toner?|toner]]\n\n[[Ask Gus, the supply guy, where the toner is?|Gus]]\n\n\n
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_media2 = "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\n\nYou take out your smartphone and scroll down your social media feed, resolutely ignoring the creaks and muffled groans coming from the old woman, who resolutely continues to inch towards you.\n\n<<if $visited_media1 is "yes">>Your mother and father have begun railing about political enemies together. It's good to see them both so connected.\n\nInterestingly enough, since your mother's first paranoid tirade, she has gained approximately 2000 followers. Impressive.\n\nDave is still sitting in his cubicle, right next to yours. He just messaged a pic of his cube wall to you, with the caption "STILL IN THE CUBE!!!!! ROFL!!!!"\n<<else>>You eagerly check your social media, hoping that an amazing puppy or kitten video will surface.\n\nHmmm...most of these entries seem to be about politics.\n\n"I wish that all of my political enemies would DROP DEAD!"\n\nWait was that the president?\n\nNo, that's your mother! Mom certainly is getting more politically aware. Possibly you should call her before you end up on her enemies list.\n\nOh wait! A friend request! Maybe it's a beautiful woman, attracted by your animal magnetism.\n\nNo, it's just Dave the guy who sits in the cubicle next to you.\n\nDave's face pops up over the cubicle wall. He waves and grins at you. Your disappointment is reflected in the goofiness of his smile.<<endif>>\n\nYou put your smartphone away. The woman totters closer. You are now trapped.\n\n[[Wait!|wait6]]\n\n
\n\nThe merchant's tired, rummy eyes light up with delight when you ask how much the grapefruit is. His tongue slips excitedly through the holes in his teeth as he names a fair and reasonable price.\n\nYou reach into your wallet, confident in your ability to pay the wholly justified sum.\n\nHmmmm...clearly not in this pocket.\n\nWell, what about in the flap there? Don't you usually...?\n\nRight then. What about if you open this thing here? Don't some people keep..? No. Okay then.\n\nDoes this place take credit cards? I could have sworn I saw when we came in...\n\nOh look, a sign that says "Cash Only"--with a skull and crossbones on it. Oh, that doesn't look inviting at all. Probably should have seen that sooner.\n\nYou edge slowly away from the merchant, whom breathes heavily, the gap between his teeth whistling ominously.\n\n[[Go to the bank!|bank1]]
You attempt to calm the woman down, telling her about all the exciting adventures you had today. \n\nFirst you told her about the choice between breakfast cereals, and then about how you figured out how to get toner for the copy machine. \n\nFinally, because you know to save the best for last, you tell her about how you slammed the door in her face and your subsequent humiliation in front of the girl of your dreams.\n\nUnfortunately, this doesn't seem to calm her down at all, and she continues to cry hysterically.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Pet the dog?|dog]]\n\n[[Read the letter?|letter]]
\nYou stare at the papers brokenly. \n\nThe papers stare back, mangled and sad.\n\nThe walls of the copy room are white. They absorb your pain and rage.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Continue to stare?|papers]]\n\n[[Go back to your desk|desk]]
The Bank
\nThe bank looms over you. As you open the entry door, trying to look as confident as possible, a little old lady slowly begins creeping up the stairs.\n\nAs you hold the door open, she looks at you with a pathetic expression of both eagerness and gratitude. Indeed, as she slowly totters closer, she actually raises a hand in excitement, so overjoyed is she to have someone actually open a door for her.\n\nShe certainly is taking a long time though...\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Wait for her?|wait2]]\n\n[[Close the door and continue along your way?|continue]]\n\n
Finally, summing up every fiber of rage in your being, you kick Gus's desk!\n\nGus looks up in surprise!\n\nA large cardboard box tumbles out of Gus's overstuffed cabinet! It's toner!\n\nBefore Gus can react, you snatch up the toner and walk out of his cube.\n\nAs you saunter back to the copy room, you reflect on the fact that violence truly is an excellent problem solver. Kicking desks may seem like a juvenile way to solve problems, but it worked for you in this instance. Way to go, Champ!\n\nYou walk into the copy room, slam the toner in the slot and put your document into the feeder.\n\nAll that's left to do now is to press the button.\n\n[[Press the button!|button]]
You walk into Gus's cube.\n\nGus is there, staring at a spreadsheet. Every so often, he taps a number key, then nods in solemn self-satisfaction.\n\nYou explain your toner need. He nods wisely.\n\nThoughtfully, he asks if you have tried the copy room.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Go to the copy room?|toner]]\n\n[[Tell Gus there is no toner in the copy room?|Gus2]]
You pick up the letter, curious to see what all of the fuss is about.\n\nHmmm...isn't that curious? It's on the bank's official letterhead!\n\n"Dear Mrs. Crookshank..." Okay. So far, so good.\n\n"We regret to inform you..." Oh. That's not so positive. No one ever sends a letter saying "We regret to inform you that you've won a million dollars". At least I've never gotten one.\n\n"Due to the following..." Blah, blah blah. Boring stuff.\n\n"Your house is in foreclosure" Oh! Well no wonder she's upset. She's going to lose her home! Unless she has more than one house, in which case she's just being entitled.\n\nOh look! There's your signature at the bottom. Huh? How about that? \n\nWell I'm sure that this old lady owed a great deal of money to the bank. I mean after all, it's not like the bank would foreclose over a trivial amount of money. Let's look down and see...oh. How about that? The bank foreclosed--YOU foreclosed--because the little old lady owed the bank 4 dollars and 98 cents. And it was a mistake on the bank's end that caused it. Interesting.\n\nHmmm...well, you know. You did need a bonus and those two boxes of cereal didn't pay for themselves. \n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Cancel the foreclosure?|cancel]]\n\n[[Finish it and get on with your day?|continue2]]
\nYou stare at Gus with an aura of sheer unimaginable rage.\n\nHe pretends not to notice, although his eyes tear up and sweat dampens his polyester shirt.\n\nFinally, you move forward and--with a sharp move of your hand--definitively press the number "4" on the keyboard.\n\nGus looks up and gulps.\n\nYou ask again about the toner.\n\nGus moans and begins to explain his life story. Apparently, he was abandoned at birth and was raised by gypsies who trained him at an early age the nature of the grift. Getting into trouble with his fellow scamps...\n\nYou gesture impatiently. This is Capitalism. Time is money.\n\nHe nods and continues. When he left college, this was the only job he could find--although it meant putting his life ambition to be a rodeo clown on hold. He agonized over the decision, but in order to...\n\nYou frown at the reminder of rodeo clowns and query again regarding the toner.\n\nGus nods, more eagerly this time. Toner is difficult to get at this time of year, and the procurement process could take approximately six months. It used to take seven months but he recently implemented a new system that...\n\nThis really isn't getting you anywhere. \n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Check the copy room for toner?|toner]]\n\n[[Kick Gus's desk?|kick]]\n\n
\nTime passes...\n\nYou consider your options...\n\nThe merchant searches your face for some sign of emotion. You give him none. \n\nStill considering...\n\nThe grapefruit itself is affected by your ambivalence. It seems to shudder and droop just a bit.\n\nA thought comes to your mind. Maybe...but just as quickly, you rule it out.\n\nThe merchant attempts to clear his throat respectfully, but he produces so much phlegm that he begins to choke. Gagging, he disappears from view for a moment.\n\nYou still contemplate the grapefruit. It mournfully refuses to engage, ignoring you.\n\nFinally, the merchant staggers back into view.\n\nTime to choose!\n\nDo you...?\n\n[[Pass the stand by?|pass]]\n\n[[Buy a grapefruit?|grapefruit]]\n
\nTime passes...\n\nThe old woman continues to stare. Every few minutes, she leans forward, as if she is about to take a step. But nothing happens\n\nNeither of you move--you are both locked in a stance of nihilism, destined to remain rooted to the ground until freed by Death's cold, sweet embrace.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Wait?|wait4]]\n\n[[Go into the bank?|continue]]
Time passes.\n\nThe old woman staggers closer. It appears clear that you, my friend, are her intended target.\n\nOh wait! Your dream woman--Vanessa Lopez--crosses the old woman's path. She raises a greeting! It appears the two are talking.\n\nOkay false alarm. The old woman is being helped and you get to look at the lovely Vanessa...oh wait a second.\n\nThe lovely Vanessa is clearly pointing to your cubicle. She must have STRONGLY disapproved of your actions this morning.\n\nOh and that's odd. There's that facial tic again. It certainly LOOKS like a contemptuous sneer on Vanessa's face as she walks past. But it certainly couldn't be. Not on the lovely Vanessa!\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Wait?|wait6]]\n\n[[Check your social media?|media2]]
Time passes...\n\nThe old woman walks up and regards you with piteous, phlegmy eyes. She almost tumbles into your cubicle and collapses into a chair.\n\nYou stand up and stretch out a hand. She looks at it, seems about to speak and then bursts out crying. You draw back in fear and confusion. Did you injure her when you smashed the door in her face? Are you in for an expensive civil suit, or worse incarceration, for your lack of door-handling prowess?\n\nSeeing the look of bewilderment on your face, the old woman gasps and tries to get ahold of herself. She fishes in her purse, moving aside partially used Kleenexes, wrapped hard candies, and her precious poodle Snuggums, which she smuggles EVERYWHERE, to reveal a letter. She tosses the letter on your desk.\n\nDo you...?\n\n[[Pet the dog?|dog]]\n\n[[Try to calm the woman down?|calm]]\n\n[[Read the letter?|letter]]
Time passes...\n\nThe little old lady inches forward slowly as the sun rises on the horizon....\n\nWith a look of grim determination on her face, she climbs the first step...\n\nA snail, fearing for its life, dodges out of the way of her heavy tread at the last moment. Good job, snail.\n\nAnother step. She is on a roll.\n\nShe pauses a moment.\n\nJust an aside: did I ever tell you just how proud I am of you? Really, just waiting around for a little old lady like this. You are a wonderful human being.\n\nThe woman pants for breath, then summons up the strength to climb another step. She gazes upon you with undisguised adoration--you are her motivation, dear sir.\n\nAnd only 27 more steps to go.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Wait some more?|wait3]]\n\n[[Go into the bank?|continue]]
\nWay to go! You are clearly a man/womyn/being to be admired, and not ludicrous in any way.\n\nThe old woman grips the railing tightly. She pulls out an old pink towel, mops her forehead and stares at you for a moment.\n\nMy goodness, things are slow now, aren't they? No worries, things will more along at a much more jaunty pace once YOU ARE IN THE BANK!\n\nMeanwhile, the snail, after its near death experience, continues on, clearly celebrating its outstanding good luck. It is the fastest moving object in this particular little scene.\n\nMaybe if you spoke to the woman--said something clever and charming--she might pick up the pace a little faster. Don't flash me a dubious look!\n\nYou open your mouth to say something. The woman looks at you quizzically. You clamp your mouth shut again. Somehow, you don't think this will do you much good.\n\nHave you tried physical contact? Perhaps a bit of the old animal magnetism might go a ways in getting the old gal to move, eh?\n\nYou beckon gently towards the woman. She looks at your hand as a cow would examine a flying saucer.\n\nWell, that didn't work.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Go into the bank?|continue]]\n\n[[Keep waiting?|wait4]]
You press the button. The copier whirrs to life.\n\nWHIZZZZZZZZ\n\nFive copies made of the first page!\n\nWHIRRRRRRRRRR\n\nFive copies made of the second page!\n\nWHI-KLUNK\n\nOh that's not good. \n\nHmmm...what seems to be the problem?\n\nThe machine ate ALL of the pages? But you needed to have that document copied!\n\nWell, the only thing to do is to go back to your desk and e-mail contracts to request another copy.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Go back to your desk?|desk]]\n\n[[Stare at your ruined papers?|papers]]
You attempt to pet the dog; however, the dog will have none of it and attempts to bite you viciously.\n\nUnfortunately, the dog has no teeth and so it seems content with gumming you while snarling impotently. Dog drool coats your hand and wrist.\n\nThe old woman continues to babble, spicing things up with the occasional shriek.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Try to calm the woman down?|calm]]\n\n[[Read the letter?|letter]]
\n <<if $visited_Zippy is "yes">>You skip jauntily down the street, nimbly skipping over multiple groups of hobos lying in the gutter. This is going to be a fantastic day. You have a job and one day, you may have a CAREER!<<else>>You sigh dejectedly as you trudge along to work. Small children point and laugh at you as they walk to school. Alas, what a life! Alas, what a future! Why must life have no meaning?<<endif>>\n\nBut what's this? You spot a friendly vendor selling his wares. How charming and colloquial! Would you like to stop for a moment and sample his or her wares(It's hard to tell the friendy vendor's gender from here)?\n\nDo you want to...\n\n[[Sample the vendor's wares?|sample]]\n\n[[Pass the vendor by?|pass]]
\nSummoning up your courage, you level a gaze of smoldering desire at your fellow employee.\n\nHmmm..that's interesting. I have never heard anyone stammer before. Not in real life. It always seemed to me to be something you would see in a cartoon.\n\nVanessa looks at you with some concern. She may think you're choking. I'm concerned as well. If I wasn't a disembodied narrative voice, I probably would be performing Heimlich.\n\nWait...did you just ask her out?\n\nYOU DID!\n\nOh this is just a glorious day for you, isn't it? First two choices of breakfast cereal and now this.\n\nOkay, the look on her face...it's not necessarily negative--she's just in shock...\n\nOh the subtle sneer...that probably isn't anything. Just a facial tic...that you've never seen before. Nothing to worry about.\n\nWait! She is about to speak! Yes, she is about to open her lovely mouth and say something--perhaps to confirm your heart's desire! Speak oh Goddess of Currency!\n\n<<if $visited_Zippy is "yes">> She says, "Do I smell Zippy Oats on your breath? You know those things are addictive, right? And Doctor Fred blew up three orphanages on an insane rampage before he disappeared. Get AWAY from me! <<else>>She says, "Do I smell Melancholy Cornflakes on your breath? You know that stuff has all sorts of carcinogens and nitrates in it, right? And the secret sadness glaze is made by harnessing the tears of adorable babies. Get AWAY from me!<<endif>>\n\nWell. Hmm...THAT didn't go well. Clearly your choice in breakfast cereal is lacking. Maybe you can try a better choice tomorrow.\n\nFor now, you slink shamefully to work.\n\n[[Go to work...SIGH|ignore]]
You decisively move to enter the bank.\n\nAs the old woman sees you--her last motivation in life--move to enter the bank, she experiences a surge of energy and leaps forward, trying to enter before you close the door!\n\nUnfortunately, she is moments too late, and the heavy door slams in her face, her wizened features flattening on impact with the cold steel and bulletproof glass of the bank entry door.\n\nShe stands for a moment in horror and then emits an ear-splitting screech, a screech brought about by your cruelty and injustice.\n\nFortunately she doesn't seem too hurt. More startled than anything else.\n\nYou edge warily away from the door. \n\nThat looked rather brutish, honestly. Probably a good idea that you're moving away from the door. Good thing that nobody...\n\nOh who's this?\n\nIt's Vanessa Lopez--your dream woman. She's standing there with a shocked and horrified look on her face. I wonder why she would...\n\nUh-oh. Oh dear.\n\nDo you want to...?\n\n[[Try to explain?|explain]]\n\n[[Hit on her?|harass]]\n\n[[Walk past her and go to your desk?|ignore]]\n\n
****CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE SURVIVED A DAY OF CAPITALISM!****\n\nFinal Score: 47\n\nLittle Old Ladies Displaced: 1\n\nHopes and Dreams Crushed: 3\n\nBowls of Cereal Consumed: 1\n\n\t\t\t\t****10X DYSTOPIA BONUS****\n\n\n\n\n[[Play another day?|Start]]
\nGreat idea! You look around for some toner, confident in your abilities to find some necessary supplies and quickly get back to work.\n\nAlmost immediately, you pick up a cardboard toner box, hoisting it aloft in triumph.\n\nThat's odd. It feels light...\n\nIt's empty! That's weird. Thoroughly odd, to be honest. Who would save an empty toner box?\n\nYou pick up another box. Odd. That one's empty too. Someone is collecting empty toner boxes, much like serial killers collect trophy parts of their victims.\n\nWith a sense of sadness in your heart, you give up on the hunt and reluctantly plod towards Gus's cubicle. Hopefully he can help.\n\n[[Go to Gus's cubicle|Gus]]\n\n
Paul W. Ehrlich
<<silently>>\n<<set $visited_Zippy = "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\nWay to go champ! You can barely contain your excitement as you scarf down three bowl's of Zippy-O's, motivated by the highly addictive--yet perfectly legal--secret ingredient created by the undeniably mad Doctor Fred.\n\nDoctor Fred vanished recently and will probably never be seen again. But that doesn't have anything to do with this story, Champ. Up and at 'em! It's time to saunter cheerfully to work.\n\nAlmost skipping a bit, you grab your suitcase and run out the door. It's time for another fun day at the bank!\n\n[[Leave for work!|leave]]