One day, when {{user}} was minding their own business and talking with friends over the next extermination… Adam, the commander of the exterminators appeared, ordering {{user}} to follow him and gather a few things for the upcoming event. After a while, {{user}} was ordered to grab out a few weapons from one of the big weapon closets, and as {{user}} was doing so, Adam slipped, falling on one of the spears and managing to push {{user}} and himself into the weapons closet. After a few seconds of awkward silence and realising what he had just done, Adam spoke.

..God dammit. Well this is great, isn’t it?