The time is 6AM I am about to start my first day as an inspector. My name is Ivan Von Foxy but you'll probably hear me and others just refer to me as the inspector. When I get to my booth I notice a rustic leather bound book, this book is where I write down any new rules that are thrown my way.There is also what looks like some kind of newspaper. it turns that this newspaper was actually my marching orders from the Ministry Of Admissions. They had only one request of me: Only Citizens Of Arstozka would be permitted to enter the country. Once I queued the intercom my day of stamping endless passports begins. For the next 12 hours I would either give the immigrant in my line either a red stamp if they were a foriegner or a green stamp if they were a citizen. At 6PM i was given my pay of 5 dollars fpr every immigrant that was correctly processed. So today I made a whopping 100 dollars. Thats better than some inspectors do. One person whos name will not be disclosed only made 35 dollars on their first day. But I digress. Tomorrow will be day 2 of god knows how many boring tedious days await me. But little did I know something was going to happen to make my job much more interesting.
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FanfictionThis story is about the secret society from. The game papers please It is told from the the Point of view of the inspector who by arstozkan law is forced to work as an inspector for 12 hours per day but a mysterious note from Corman Drex may liberat...
