soulping | TAKSHAKA

[ you're ushered into a tiny break room, which is SURPRISINGLY WELL LIT! There's some chairs, a single table, fountain pens and inkwells, and a box of (stale) donuts. ]

[ on the table is a single sheet of paper, with the following questions:

TEAM NAME (if made up of multiple teams, choose a new one):

1.) What would you say your skills, as a team are?

2.) How would you define suffering?

3.) How far are you willing to go to achieve victory?

4.) Where do you see yourselves in five years?

5.) What are your team's weaknesses?

6.) What accomplishment are you most proud of?

7.) Tell me about a time you made a mistake.

8.) If you saw another employee stealing from the company, what would you do?

9.) Describe your team.

10.) What motivates you?

11.) What makes you uncomfortable?

12.) Can you say: 'Peter Pepper Picked a Pickled Pepper' and cross-sell a washing machine at the same time?

13.) If I came to your house for dinner, what would you prepare for us?

14.) Calculate the angle of two clock hands when time is 11:50.

15.) Has a member of your team ever killed another living creature? Did they enjoy it?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Congratulations! You are the MINERS. You are responsible for mining coal, the lifeblood of our economy.

Your training scenario is simple -- your team has broken into a cavern that you can tell is absolutely lined with coal. However, the entrance is too small for any of you to get in. Do you use your picks to slowly and gruelingly expand the entrance, expend dynamite to blast an entrance, or leave it be? ]

. . . She already thinks she can force us to work for her without our consent. I'm not sure I'd like to encourage this behaviour by playing along.

Mmm. I've spoken to her before and I don't care for her viewpoints on these matters.

Likewise. That was a conversation I was happy to walk away from.

Quite like this game, incidentally.

She wanted me to work in a slaughterhouse.

[ sounds vaguely distressed to even remember that ]

What? By all the fires, why?

Because I'm good with creatures. I'd keep them complacent or something like that.

My dislike for this woman grows by the second.

How about we say we drop some pillows into the cavern, hang a curtain from the opening, and call it a new home for small animals?

Mines can come complete with toxic gasses.

Why don't we turn it into a garden instead? There have to be some plants that like the dark—we could funnel seeds in.