Hello welcome to the company.I am your automated guide to this facility:B62.Here you will be trained for your "assignments" We hope you enjoy your stay here.(You're never going to leave.)
Zaern hesitates at the door. (Wait, why do they want me? What could they possibly want with me? I haven't done anything! Nothing worth mentioning, at least. There was the orc, but... Nah! That can't be it.) Zaern, believing he has nothing bad to fear, opens the door.
Two men grab Zaern by the arms while a third grabs him and chains him by the neck. A woman dressed in a white suit approaches him and begins to read a piece of paper. "Zaern Moonskull for killing another member of the company you have been sentenced to one month torture and shall have three fingers removed. Good day." She leaves and shut the door leaving Zaern with the bulky men.
The woman returns to the pitch black room that reeks of blood and sweat. "You are free to go. I hope you have learned more about the good of the company through this experience." The two men unchain Zaern and throw him out of the room.
Zaern, more pale than any dark elf should naturally be, shakily stands up and walks back to the Target Practice room, muttering to himself "I bet my brother never had to go through this, and he's killedd more than his fair share of people, he's and assassin now, he deserves worse why is it that he gets of scot free?..."
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Zaern hesitates at the door. (Wait, why do they want me? What could they possibly want with me? I haven't done anything! Nothing worth mentioning, at least. There was the orc, but... Nah! That can't be it.) Zaern, believing he has nothing bad to fear, opens the door.
Two men grab Zaern by the arms while a third grabs him and chains him by the neck.
A woman dressed in a white suit approaches him and begins to read a piece of paper.
"Zaern Moonskull for killing another member of the company you have been sentenced to one month torture and shall have three fingers removed. Good day." She leaves and shut the door leaving Zaern with the bulky men.
"WHAT? THAT ORC WAS INSIGNIFICANT! HE COULDN'T HAVE DONE ANYTHING RIGHT! I KNOW! WHY DO YOU THINK I DESTROYED HIS TRIBE!?"
The three men begin mercilessly beating Zaern with their electrified rods.
The woman returns to the pitch black room that reeks of blood and sweat. "You are free to go. I hope you have learned more about the good of the company through this experience."
The two men unchain Zaern and throw him out of the room.
Zaern, more pale than any dark elf should naturally be, shakily stands up and walks back to the Target Practice room, muttering to himself "I bet my brother never had to go through this, and he's killedd more than his fair share of people, he's and assassin now, he deserves worse why is it that he gets of scot free?..."
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