Bureaucracy (TWS)

You stare at the clock.

Just five minutes before you can get out of here. Then you can go home, put your feet up and watch the latest episode of Tonics. To pass the time you spin around in your chair, hole punch a bunch of papers far more times than they need hole punching, and make a little tower out of empty paper cups.

Another glance at the clock; two minutes now. You casually slip your jacket on and stuff your briefcase full of quills. You are standing at the entrance to your cubicle as the clock counts down the last seconds before you are out of here, when suddenly from behind you a loud crash and a polite cough. Your heart sinks as you turn to see a massive pile of paperwork on your desk, and the looming presence of a sorting ogre.

"Der boss sez you gotta stay late do this paperworks." The ogre says. You silently accept. You remember what happened to the last person who crossed Mister Filesbane. You sit back down in your seat as the sorting ogre clumsily shuffles away. You take the top sheet of paper from the absurdly large pile and lay it flat on your desk. It is a standard bureaucrat identification form, the only purpose of which is to identify the unlucky schmuck who has to deal with the rest of the forms.

TITLE/S:
FIRST NAME:
SURNAME:
SCRYNET MAILIDENT:
GENDER:
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
RACE:
AGE:
BUREAUCRAT CLASS:
BUREAUCRAT RANK:
SPECIAL SKILLS:
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
BUREAUCRAT IDENTIFICATION/AUTHENTICATION CODE:

You hate your job.

SpoilerShow

Bluh, bureaucrat class is essentially the same as class would be in a fantasy rpg type game. Like bureaucrat wizard or bureaucrat fighter or whatever.