>in some office on a high building with a bunch of people
>we decide to go downstairs
>i am wearing roller skates
>i skate down the stairs, like all 30 flights of them
>people ask me how long have I been skating for
>i told them these aren't skates, if they were skates I would actually be even faster (they were skates thoguh)
>it's like 6am in the morning, dew on the road, no one else in sight, the big huge building looming over us, actually felt like Counter Strike arena, or any other game's tuturoial level
>jstand around doing nothing
>a platoon of military cadets march onto the street in front and stand in formation
>couple of guys with me are wearing similar uniforms, they decide to go stand in formation for the lulz, maybe they won't recognize the imposters
>they stand in formation and no one seems to notice, it worked kek
>the instructor shouts something and now they start joggging
>i ignore it and do something else
>look at them after a while they're all doing pushups, situps, running like crazy (if you've ever been part of anything like NCC you have heard the phrase "ragda dena", this was that)
>look at them even later and they're being beaten with whips and planks and sticks (all of them not just the imposters)
>laugh in my mind because those imposters now sure regret it