smack the keyboard
Whatever the password could have been, you didn’t care to think too hard about what it could have been. You slammed your paws down onto the keyboard, mindlessly typing stuff, and on the second try you actually figured out what the password was. You were greeted with a simple interface, clearly this computer was only built for helping you get a job, despite the elaborate build.
“Doesn’t make sense, but I can roll with it.” you thought to yourself as you clutched the mouse, and began to point the cursor at different things until their descriptions popped up. It was almost difficult for your eyes to register the tiny text, and even harder for your brain to put together the minute bits of scribe and numbers as you continued through the confusing interface.
Written by Driftingdragon on 29 November 2020
The end (for now)