The Provinces
08-26-2019, 02:29 AM
[Content Note: This adventure contains themes of paper-pushing and bureaucracy.]
Drat. You must've pissed off the wrong person somewhere up above you. Your new assignment is somewhere off in the backwards, empty, godforsaken Provinces.
You thought you'd be able to live a comfortable life, signing one paper, marking the next for perusal by your superiors. Nothing too exciting, nothing too eventful. That was why you signed up for a job with the Civil Service. But now you're going to have to jump on some not comfortable train and ride out of the Capitol City and stay in some not comfortable farmhouse or something.
You seethe to yourself as you walk home from work.
But first things first. What is your name?
Drat. You must've pissed off the wrong person somewhere up above you. Your new assignment is somewhere off in the backwards, empty, godforsaken Provinces.
You thought you'd be able to live a comfortable life, signing one paper, marking the next for perusal by your superiors. Nothing too exciting, nothing too eventful. That was why you signed up for a job with the Civil Service. But now you're going to have to jump on some not comfortable train and ride out of the Capitol City and stay in some not comfortable farmhouse or something.
You seethe to yourself as you walk home from work.
But first things first. What is your name?