08-09-2017, 02:08 PM
A large building sits on a hill in Camelot. To anyone that happened to pass it by would not think it special, but they would be entirely wrong. For inside that building, magic happens. The magic of Omnizon. Inside, orders are placed and packages shipped, hundreds of workers typing away at computers and writing on clipboards. But the real work happens afterwards. The real work is in the delivery, the men, women, and beings of unspecified genders that bring you their goods. These are the delivery people for Omnizon. And this is their story.
Bob woke up in his bleak room, looking around. Everything was grey. Grey walls, a grey bead, grey ceiling, grey floor: for a moment, it made him begin to have an existential crisis, wondering what his life was worth. Until he looked on his wall, seeing a poster that solved it all. "Omni Sez: Don't be depressed! Remember, Omnizon is your life!" the poster said, a picture of a blank silhouette on it. And it made Bob feel completely fine. He leapt out of bed, already wearing his familiar Omnizon employee uniform, grabbing his knife from a nearby table (grey, matching the rest of the room.) He flipped it open, running his finger on the side, drawing blood. Just as sharp as always. Suddenly, he heard a short ding. Reaching down to the table again, he grabbed his Omnizon Employee Communication and Dataverse Device 3000 (patent pending) and looked down at it, the dim blue light of the screen pouring into his eyes. "ALERT!" a message at the top of the screen said. "NEW DELIVERY TO MISTY LAKE! REPORT TO ROOM B-44-7-Y FOR BRIEFING!" And there it was. His message for another package to deliver. Exactly what he had been expecting. Quickly, he rushed over to his closet, opening it up and pulling out his favourite weapons: one pistol, one rifle, and one shotgun. He then ran down the stairs just outside of his room, the door opening as he went near it, quickly running to the nearest conference room: Room B-44-7-Y. As he walked in a hologram popped up and began speaking. "Hello," it said. "You are scheduled to deliver Omnihou 16 to the Misty Lake in Camelot. The van is already loaded with the package. Please comply swiftly." So, swiftly (as the hologram instructed,) Bob ran outside the doors to the building, speed walking (he had already gotten tired) outside to the van.
"ALRIGHT!" he yelled when he got there. "WHERE'S MY PARTNER, SO WE CAN DOOO THIS!"
Bob woke up in his bleak room, looking around. Everything was grey. Grey walls, a grey bead, grey ceiling, grey floor: for a moment, it made him begin to have an existential crisis, wondering what his life was worth. Until he looked on his wall, seeing a poster that solved it all. "Omni Sez: Don't be depressed! Remember, Omnizon is your life!" the poster said, a picture of a blank silhouette on it. And it made Bob feel completely fine. He leapt out of bed, already wearing his familiar Omnizon employee uniform, grabbing his knife from a nearby table (grey, matching the rest of the room.) He flipped it open, running his finger on the side, drawing blood. Just as sharp as always. Suddenly, he heard a short ding. Reaching down to the table again, he grabbed his Omnizon Employee Communication and Dataverse Device 3000 (patent pending) and looked down at it, the dim blue light of the screen pouring into his eyes. "ALERT!" a message at the top of the screen said. "NEW DELIVERY TO MISTY LAKE! REPORT TO ROOM B-44-7-Y FOR BRIEFING!" And there it was. His message for another package to deliver. Exactly what he had been expecting. Quickly, he rushed over to his closet, opening it up and pulling out his favourite weapons: one pistol, one rifle, and one shotgun. He then ran down the stairs just outside of his room, the door opening as he went near it, quickly running to the nearest conference room: Room B-44-7-Y. As he walked in a hologram popped up and began speaking. "Hello," it said. "You are scheduled to deliver Omnihou 16 to the Misty Lake in Camelot. The van is already loaded with the package. Please comply swiftly." So, swiftly (as the hologram instructed,) Bob ran outside the doors to the building, speed walking (he had already gotten tired) outside to the van.
"ALRIGHT!" he yelled when he got there. "WHERE'S MY PARTNER, SO WE CAN DOOO THIS!"