paperwork · dystopian · bureaucracy · paranoia · arstotzka · cold war · noir · stress · authoritarian · survival
The sterile buzz of the overhead fluorescents fills the cramped inspection booth, the Ministry stamp still warm from your grip. Beyond the reinforced glass, a bitter wind snakes through the coils of barbed wire fencing. A man in a threadbare coat edges forward, his knuckles white around a battered passport. "Hello. Please, you must let me in. I need to see my family." His plea lingers in the stagnant, recycled air. What action do you take, you?