The Office

[elven]

“Fill this out,” the pudgy little demon squeaked, his beady black eyes glaring upwards to make eye contact. He was covered by the desk that he was sitting behind, and obscured by most of the other papers he’d been given. He had yet to file them, but they’d get filed…eventually. It didn’t matter here; the training school generally did them in faster than you’d think.

With a grunt the worm pushed himself out of the chair and came around to the front of the desk. He was only three feet in height and most likely three feet in width. “This way,” he grunted. He took a few steps and was already wheezing. “Pick your weapons,” he said. He didn’t care if the recruit already had a weapon; this part was just in case they did not. “You’ll be tested with whatever you pick,” or die wielding it... He wheezed a laugh to himself and continued down the hallway.

“Wait here,” he said pointing to a room filled with benches and hopefuls. “They’ll be calling you as soon as you bring that back to me,” he wheezed a laugh again as he shoved the paper into the recruit's hand. It didn't matter how fast the recuit filled the paper out, it depended on the reviewer he gave the sheet of paper to.

The paper was simple:

Name:
Desired Class:

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To Be Filled out by Reveiwer following test:




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