Meet Cameron Olsen, accountant. His day to day is simple. He wakes up to the sounds of the jungle coming from his alarm clock wearing silk pajamas that no woman has ever taken off for him. He meanders over to the kitchen and makes his coffee, instant, no sugar. His 3 cats come down from their cat tower to prepare for their morning meal. He calls his mother every morning to tell her about his dreams he had the night before and how today is the day he quits his boring office job in Columbus, Ohio. What he really wants to be is a professional wrestler. Most professionals don't start their career at 44 years old but he has the drive to become The Number Cruncher. He leaves for work, motivated by his aspirations for greatness. That is, until he walks into his beige walled office, with its beige carpeted floor, and florescent lighting that burns into your soul day in and day out. That's when it hits him. The existential dread, the sadness, the absolute mediocrity of his life. The door into the office is like a portal to the "You suck dimension". He sits down at his desks and begins to read Discord to see if anything has happened in his Simulation Football League.
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