User:Michael von Preußen/officevisit

''You push open the door. A man is hunched over a battered old wooden typewriter, typing up an extremely long report on what looks like troop movements between neighboring nations. You make to leave, and find a more interesting place, but as you do you knock over a lamp. The sound of a pistol being cocked comes from behind you, followed by a voice speaking in a deep German tenor. He asks for identification, and you pass it behind you. There is silence for a minute. Then a click comes from behind you, and the typing resumes. The man informs you that he would have shot you on the spot if your identification was not in order, and that as it is, you'll have to leave. You turn to look at the man. A wan smile crosses his face; he tells you to take a pen on the way out. You glance at the small table next to the door to find a cup holding several pens. You take one. Once safely out in the hallway, you inspect the pen. It reads: Michael von Preußen, Reichskaiser von Großgermania.''