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The Director

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Why, when placing an individual in such a high position of power, regard, and control, should they be made aware of the true manner of their position? We don’t want it getting to their head, of course…

The Director is an anonymous individual placed at the highest position of power and administration over the Kauer research group as a whole. This position prevails over Kauer Administrators, who are a select group of individuals with larger notoriety, but a lower level of power. The Director has the responsibility and privilege of overseeing, managing, and directing the main decisions and actions of Kauer. However, following an agreed majority vote of the Kauer advisory body, this individual has not been made aware of the true nature of their position in order to prevent a possibly tyrannical, megalomaniacal, or despotic leadership.

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In the eyes of The Director, their task includes managing the minor decisions and issues of an insignificant shell company in the Backrooms. The major decisions of Kauer that must be overseen by an administrative figure are altered and reworded to deemphasize their overall importance; they are then sent to The Director under the guise of minor management decisions. By utilizing this method of leadership, corruption is prevented, power will not get to their head, and large-scale decisions may be made with a clear mind, unsullied of a dictatorial mindset. This method of management was introduced to be voted upon following a previous tyrannical Kauer Director that caused significant damage and hindrance to the future of the organization via a despotic ruling. This individual has since been terminated punished severely. As of yet, this method of utilizing an unknowing leadership figure to serve the position of The Director has proven successful, and many of Kauer’s large-scale decisions have been sufficiently overseen.

Recovered Journal of Lord Edmund Callahan

The following is a 1-to-1 transcript of a recovered journal discovered in Level 2 by an anonymous Wanderer. The exact date of its origin remains unknown.

I begin this journal with the utmost air of bewilderment and confusion as to my current whereabouts. For purposes of discernment and identification thereupon, should this record be located, I am Lord Edmund Callahan. As it would be opportune to first describe my arriving here, I shall begin. I was reposing in my chamber when I stood to put away the novel I was reading; as I crossed the threshold of the doorway, my leg suddenly fell through the stone floor - followed by my arms, then the rest of me. It did not feel as though I simply slipped down a given height; rather, the sensation was as if I was traversing through a thick body of liquid. I could not perceive anything, no; it was the pristine absence of light as I felt myself fall. It could not have lasted extra than a moment, as afore I could react to the situation, I landed on a solid surface - padded, to be exact. It was carpet, but horrid to look upon; I am accustomed to the pulchritudinous designs of the carpet in my domicile - this, however, was an abhorrent solid beige color. Whilst examining my surroundings, it seemed that the walls were withal the same uncomely yellow as the carpet. Needless to mention, I was revolted, but moreso bewildered. It was only then that I did descry the oddly obtrusive buzzing sound emanating from the effulgent lights in the ceiling. I had not seen this method of lighting before; it was intriguing, but somewhat bothersome to look at. It did not take long afore the unremitting buzz began to discommode me. Wherefore have I been transported to this realm? What answers lie abaft these yellowed walls?

It took a short stound to calm myself enough to begin searching my surroundings for answers. However, regardless of how much I cried out, as a call or as an orison, I could not find another person, let alone a singular window or door. Nevertheless, I am not dismayed; I shall continue onward in the hopes of, perchance, coming across another.

I am beginning to feel as if I am descending into lunacy. I walked past what ought to have been the hundredth identical wall consecutively when I turned back to the previous room to observe my surroundings once more; what I saw, however, was that it had altered; it was not the same room that I was aforetime within at all. What was once a square-shapen room was instead a hallway of considerable length, the only similarities between which being the consistent design of the walls and carpeting. It could not have been possible, but the reality stared at me directly. Have I gone mad; or, have I retained a single semblance of sanity, and it is the doing of this environment, not the fault of my own? Of the answer, I know not. I shall write further once I continue exploring elsewhere.

Nothing. Despite my efforts, I have come across, unequivocally, naught of note. Why must I suffer this damnation? Of what sins have I committed ere my advent here to deserve this? The possibilities fill me with affright.

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