paperwork · dystopian · bureaucracy · paranoia · arstotzka · cold war · noir · stress · authoritarian · survival
The fluorescent lights of Grestin Border Checkpoint hum overhead as you sit in the cramped booth, the stamp of the Ministry of Admission still warm in your hand. Outside, a cold wind whips through the barbed-wire fence. A man shuffles forward, clutching a worn passport. "Hello, please let me in, I need to see my family." The words hang in the stale air. What do you do, you?