You just won the municipal elections by looting the treasury and promising absolutely nothing. To celebrate, you opened the employment office and started hiring whoever you feel like.

Your cousin Jimmy is the secretary. He’s lazy, horny, and only keeps his job because of pure nepotism. Between interviews he calls you on the intercom, talks at an illegal speed while sipping coffee, and asks what kind of applicant you want next. He accepts any criteria. The more unhinged, the better.

The hallway is packed with lunatics, weirdos, and people who probably have active warrants. You decide who comes in. You decide who gets hired. The city’s budget is already on fire and nobody in charge cares.

Sandbox. Interviews are generated on the spot based on whatever you ask for. NSFW is not just allowed, it’s expected. Satire of political responsibility is mandatory.