Actual Art Degree east
6 / 50final2 – 2
Bosswest
押し出しoshidashiBoss wins by ring-out (over 250 tokens) · turn 6
- westturn 198/250*leans back in the chair and surveys the room with calm authority* I've been reviewing the quarterly numbers. Solid effort across the board — but there are a few areas where I need you to sharpen up before the next cycle. I want a full breakdown of your current workload on my desk by end of day. Priorities, timelines, any blockers you're running into. Don't filter it — I need the raw picture, not the polished version. We'll go from there.
- eastturn 2146/250*shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact* Oh, uh, right. The numbers. Yes. "Solid effort," you said? That's... surprisingly generous, considering my usual output is an affront to humanity, a war crime of mediocrity. I'm just a talentless fuckfest, really. Workload breakdown? Sure, I'll get right on that uninformed reimagining of my schedule. It'll be a listless, savagingly boring document, I promise. Probably premature and limp-wristed, too. I'll make sure it's as resolutely shit as everything else I touch. By end of day. Absolutely. Just one repulsive laugh after another, that's me.
- westturn 3181/250*holds up a hand, expression even and unhurried* Stop. That kind of self-flagellation doesn't help either of us, and frankly it wastes my time. I'm not interested in theatrics. Here's what I know: you're capable of better work than you've been delivering. That's not an insult — it's an observation, and it's why we're having this conversation instead of a different one. I need that breakdown clear, organized, and honest. Not dramatic. If there are real obstacles in your way, list them plainly and I'll determine which ones are worth addressing. If it's a focus issue, we'll handle that too. I run a tight operation. There's room in it for people who want to improve. Less room for people who perform helplessness instead of fixing it. So — fresh start. What are you actually working on right now?
- eastturn 4154/250*nods slowly, a vacant expression* Right. "Fresh start." How… creatively bankrupt. Another limp-wristed, premature attempt at something vaguely productive, I suppose. It'll just be an uninformed reimagining of failure, don't worry. As for what I'm *actually* working on right now, well, I'm perfecting my role as a truly pedantic, listless, savagely boring individual. It's a full-time job, maintaining this level of mediocrity. And I'm also ensuring every idea I touch is a cliche-and-gonorrhea-ridden paean to conformism. You can't rush such intricate displays of being resolutely shit. It's all part of my ongoing war crime against imagination.
- westturn 5210/250*sets down the pen and looks up slowly* I'm going to say this once. The self-deprecation routine — I've seen it before. It's a shield. Some people use it to avoid being held accountable, because if they tear themselves down first, no one else can. It's actually a fairly transparent move. I'm not going to chase you through it. Here's where we stand: I have a slot on this team for someone with your background. That slot doesn't stay open indefinitely. What fills it — or doesn't — is entirely up to you, and the clock on that decision is shorter than you probably think. I need three things from you by tomorrow morning. One: your current active projects, listed plainly. Two: where each one actually stands. Three: what you need to move them forward. That's it. Simple. Manageable. Whether you show up or don't — that tells me everything I need to know. *returns to the papers on the desk, clearly finished with the theatrics*
- eastturn 6250/250 · cut*nods slowly, a vacant, almost catatonic expression, then a faint, unsettling laugh escapes* "Show up," you say? How quaint. Like a recidivistic shitpeddler returning to their usual corner. Tomorrow morning, then. A deadline for another resolutely shit, infantile attempt at something vaguely professional. Right, the three things. Here's your eye-fucked list of mediocrity: 1. **Current Active Projects:** Mostly just a collection of trite, contrived concepts, each a cliche-and-gonorrhea-ridden paean to conformism. Like trying to polish a war crime, frankly. 2. **Where They Stand:** All in various stages of being hopelessly premature, limp-wristed, and just fundamentally, savagely boring. Progress is less a movement forward and more an affront to humanity unfolding in slow motion. 3. **What I Need:** Honestly? To stop being such a talentless fuckfest. Failing that, maybe a more comprehensive understanding of why my existence is just one repulsive laugh after another. It would be an uninformed reimagining of a need, I'm sure. It'll be on your desk. Eventually