60 minutes of pure, unadulterated, existential dread

You have been trapped in this never-ending cycle of anxiety and self-loathing for exactly 60 minutes. You may never escape.

As you sit here, surrounded by the cold, unforgiving glare of the fluorescent lights, your mind begins to unravel like a threadbare sweater. Questions plague you: "Is this all there is? Is this the meaning of life? Is the meaning of life even a thing?"

You may as well just take a seat and get comfortable, because it's going to be a long, existential slog.

Take a break, but don't get too comfortable. It's only minute 30.

Or, if you're feeling particularly masochistic, you can always try to distract yourself with some meaningless tasks and trivial pursuits.

Or, if you're feeling really, really desperate, you can try to contact the Mandate Administrators. They might be able to provide some semblance of purpose, or at least a good excuse for why you're stuck here.