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Along comes Merton, into the Nexus via a door, which he absently shuts behind himself. He's got a clipboard with graph paper on it tucked under one arm, and another small black book in the other hand. Since he's Merton, he looks delighted at the opportunity to ask a question. It also takes him a frighteningly short amount of time to rattle one off.
"You're standing in a room, 25 ft by 25 ft. From all sides, zombies are shambling towards you. You have one weapon, of your choice. What is it, and how many zombies could you kill before they took you down?"
He doesn't bother asking where the hell he is, or what's going on. Simply put, it's just not as important to him as this exercise.
"You're standing in a room, 25 ft by 25 ft. From all sides, zombies are shambling towards you. You have one weapon, of your choice. What is it, and how many zombies could you kill before they took you down?"
He doesn't bother asking where the hell he is, or what's going on. Simply put, it's just not as important to him as this exercise.