You are Tuxedo Tim... You are just another nameless drone at Big Company, your only defining trait is your dapper attire. There are a million different people doing the same thing that you are. Over and over, day in and day out... Until You Get Sick Of It. One day, you decide that you've had enough, you want to see the other aspects of life. Feel wind on your face that doesn't just come from your desktop fan. Drink coffee that isn't burnt to a crisp. So you write up your letter of resignation and go into The Building to hand it to your supervisor. Your boss sees you coming in and, worried for a rebellion and the uprising of all the workers beneath them, activates the Super Evil Company Mind Control, that was implanted into every Big Company employee beneath a certain level. Everyone, of course, but you. Your shirt is so crisp and well starched that the radio waves are blocked, failing to enable your Super Evil Company Mind Control Chip. Your Task Now... You must navigate the endless monotone floors of Big Company and deliver your resignation letter like a decent gentleman. There will of course be those sent in to stop you, but that's why you brought your trusty rifle from home...