We live in dangerous times. Everywhere, there are terrorists who seek to destroy our way of life. The ordinary three-letter intelligence agencies just don't have what it takes to deal with the new threats.
That's where you come in. You work for the biggest, baddest, toughest agency of all. An agency which is big enough, bad enough and tough enough to take on the terrorists. An agency which has four letters, not just three.
You are Agent Triple-Oh Zero, of the ecure omeland ntelligence eam. You are . . .
An Interactive Parody by Robert Rothman
Release 1 / Serial number 120102 / Inform 7 build 6G60 (I6/v6.32 lib 6/12N)
This is your home away from home here at SHIT headquarters. As one of SHIT's top agents, you rate a room which is just down the hall from the TURD's office.
Although SHIT has an unlimited budget (after all, Congress cannot cut the budget for an agency that nobody ever told them about), it spends its money on sophisticated equipment for tracking terrorists, not on creature comforts for its agents. Your office, therefore, is spartan--it contains a desk and a coat rack. A closed door on the east wall is the only apparent exit. There is a slot in the wall just to the right of the door.
On the desk are a banana, a telephone and a SHIT Manual.
On the coat rack is a trench coat.
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