A Group

This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.

“No. No no no no no no no no NO!”

“You will deliver these .exe files or you will be fired”

A pause, “I hate you so much”

And that was how I got here. A .zip filled to the brim with .exe files, traveling to THAT PLACE. God, I hate that place so much. My boss knows it too. Fucking sadist.

You know how fast a trip can seem when you REALLY aren't looking forward to the destination? I was there before I left my office.

Instructions:

1) The buyer will be in La Tavern de la Noche

Christ, that isn't even Spanish. No excuse not to translate now that machines can translate all languages flawlessly. Barely any reason to learn a foreign language.

2) He will be in a Dark suit in a dark corner.

This was a problem. I had to IM my boss immediately

“The instructions are there” he said “Follow them”

“Boss, every single fucking corner in this bar is dark, all four- I looked up all EIGHT of them”

“The one with a person then, do I have to do your job FOR you?”

“Boss- ALL EIGHT CORNERS HAVE PEOPLE IN THEM. NO I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS”

Thankfully, someone saw that I was in distress.

“wat sai u, oh weary traveler? Do you have a mission you want the Electronic Knight-Hackers of Eternal Darkness and Depression to du???”