You find yourself lost in a sea of form 27-B, surrounded by the eerie glow of fluorescent lights and the musty scent of stale coffee.
A faint cry for help echoes through the corridors, but all you can see is the endless line of identical cubicles, each one a prison cell of paperwork and procedure.
FORM 27-B
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You have three options: