I'm an honest, hardworking wage slave. My ideal job is one that pays well, has little work, is close to home, and, preferably, has a boss who might as well not exist.
When my old pal heard about it, they immediately sent me an offer, asking whether I wanted to work at the guildhall. I could work for a few days, slack off for a few days, and even yell at the boss whenever I felt like it.
I was overjoyed and set off at once.
Now I've been here for four hundred years, coasting along, working four days and resting three, with the occasional overtime shift.
The organization is overrun with rebels and illiterates. This morning, the founder even changed their profile signature to: "I miss you so much at Jun Pavilion."
Just looking at it gives me a stress-induced heart attack.
At this point, my old pal once again invited me to join their rebellion.
That old coot still has grand ambitions, and as far as I know, they recently finished reading My Struggle.
I have only two options now: say yes or get silenced by them.
Either way, I can see exactly how things will end.
So tonight, I've decided to take out this entire hopeless bunch.
Theme: Promoting education is imperative
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