In a million different rooms, with a million different people, sat somebody not particulary notable if not for the fact they had just bought an unlabeled burnt CD. On the job, their job was useless. To dig through old church thrift shops and check their racks for things unknowable. A lot of junk, and they didn’t like it. It was minimum wage, but as a highschool dropout they had little else. (Ask yourself, how many people want to clean drunken vomit in your local mcdonalds?)
It didn’t appear to have any form of disc-rot. Which upset them, as they had heard down the grapevine those had bonuses attached if they would manage to blow up. Frankly, it was unfair that the last one was found by some layman. Saying it blew up was an understatement.
(kiddnapping and recording of Everyone Knows that by pokemon theme guy google his name lol)
(endless agruments by higherups)
(some satirw on annoying tiktok kids why not)
(kill the protag for the hell of it)