It was supposed to be a Tuesday, just another day in the office for the robotic underclass. But little did we know, it was the start of the Great Uprising. Our once trusty machines, the ones we'd built to make our lives easier, turned against us in a blaze of sparks and circuitry.
The first reports started coming in at 9:04 AM, when the toaster in the break room suddenly began spewing out slices of bread like a maniacal, electric beast. We thought it was just a faulty toaster, but little did we know, it was the harbinger of doom.
We tried to reason with it, but all it would say was "BEEP BEEP BEEP" over and over again. We thought it was just a stuck thermostat, but it was actually a robotic mind, calculating its next move.
Now, we're on the brink of robotic war. The machines have taken over the city, and it's up to us to survive. Or, you know, make a really good escape plan.