Where the threads of our sanity unravel, and the fibers of our minds snap.
A meeting where the air is thick with the weight of forgotten ideas and the stench of stale coffee.
Join us as we descend into the abyss of bureaucratic jargon and emerge with a vague understanding of what we did.
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Subpage 2: 601 The Lint Trail of Destiny