I don't know why. I think I let the narration slip from me to our chief.

Interesting fact; the name 'Garrison' has only been used several times. It's usually because people require my actual name to wake me up from my delusional dreams. I watched as people started leaving one by one, from eating too much cake to slipping on confetti. Suddenly my usually atmospheric room became a kid's dream. I left my slice of cake alone, sliding it to the edge of my... well, I had to clean up my desk, because bright streams of paper were covering it. I sighed a bit, resting my face on my hand. When just four people remained (me, the chief, the janitor and a firefighter), the janitor left and came back with a vacuum in his hand. We all knew he was depressed with his job, but what could we do? Change his life around? I could reflect on this, but I've already done this numerous times.

"Yo, Garry..." Good lord. Another nickname. I turned my head upwards to see the chief busily making a mess of himself. He was getting drunk, had cake smudged on his topless chest, and didn't look so well; he vomited on the janitor. "I just wanna say... happy... b-day... b-day? That's a very offensive word, y'know?" I rolled my eyes. This wasn't the first time he was drunk. In fact, he was a 'closeted alcoholic.' As in, he drinks a lot, just not in public. Well, except for this case; he drinks during festivities and such. "G-g... my good fellow... oh man, am I starting to reel my head in..." I gestured at the janitor to stop the chief from humiliating himself. Within seconds he came running over and began dragging the chief out of my unrecognisable office, pulling him through the rather narrow doorway.

"Ergh." I slumped in my seat. Bright paper blinded me. Chief's vomit didn't smell very nice. A bit of blood covered a wall, which resulted from someone messing up a somersault... "Is this really my future? This place is more dangerous than me." I didn't think that, because it would come out as this: 'IZ DIZ REALLY ME FUTURE!?!?!? THIS PLACE IS A HELL-HOLE.'

So, I turned my seat and faced a corner of my room, before brushing around some papers to bring out a small, black tile. It's also known as a remote.

And then, that thing impact the ground as hard as my jaw. "My lord." Normally, seeing fire on screen would probably trigger an episode. Thankfully, I put in the far corner of my office so the quality would be so bad, that I wouldn't even notice. Very well at least.

Heck, it wasn't even a fire. Just a kingdom coming to us... I wish the others weren't either drunk or injured to see the damage being caused.