By Sean Dorsey
A businessman emerges from forest into a clearing, stone tower centered in a lava moat, tattered bridge the only ingress. A dragon crawls from the pit and roars, but this becomes a squeak when it sees the paper the man carries.
Inside the tower, skeletons raise scimitars but disarm upon sight of the documentation, pulling levers to deactivate traps and motioning the man upstairs. The figure at the top turns to face him.
“I’ve been expecting you …”
“Ganzix, you missed approval by four points. The dragon is a nice touch, but the bridge is still way too easy to cross.”