This might be getting out of hand
It’s been all out war lately. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there are darts and discs on the ground, or hitting you in the face.
This is just a sample of what I get pelted with within an hour. I seem to be an ammo magnet: tech, CGI, art (my own team!), the office dogs. They’ve all hit me at some point or another. I suppose that being tucked all the way in the most exposed corner of the Art pen doesn’t exactly help, either.
Whatever. I have the skylight. I hope you all whither away in the dark, while I pick the ammo off your atrophied, vitamin D deficient bodies. Suck on that, jerks.