Tales of the Admins

[Jansen]

Sitting in his small room in the Temple of the Damned, silently plotting on his plan on how to make the world a more grumpy place, Jansen took a sip of his coffee. It wasnt an ordinary coffee as its ingredient was the sweetest Zoner tears ever shed, cooked over the fire of the eteral flames of Flood.
While drinking this hot refreshment he thought about all the reports he had to process in the last few months, the whole time since he had been kidnapped and brought to this strange place. He looked around the room, searching for an answer as to why all this had to happen, he looked around and then he realized something.
There have been those that had to be burned in the fires deep within the Temple, but there also had been those that had behaved perfectly fine, those that he could congratulate and those that made him proud. While thinking about all these great moments he realized why he had been sent to the Temple, he realized that he had to protect those poor and innocent people from all the dangers that lie in their way.
With all that new enthusiasm he emptied his cup of coffee and stood up, he started to walk over to his door, just to fall over his chair, while falling down he blamed Blodo for being such a bad architect. I mean, which other architect would forget the windows in a room?
But even this little incident couldnt stop him from moving out of his room, right ahead to the Command Center, back to his duty.
Little did he know that this time, said duty was the christmas decoration of the biggest tree he ever saw...

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