Galactic Cafe worked in a big building where he was Game Designer #427.
Game Designer #427's job was simple. He sat at his desk in room #427 and he made game's on a computer.
Orders came through a monitor on his desk telling him what lines to code, how detailed the models should look like and how to make the player a jerk.
This is what Game Designer #427 did every day of every month of every year.
And although others might have considered it time-consuming, everyone loved the game he made, he got lots of rewards, and Galactic Cafe was happy.
But then one day, something very peculiar happened. He sat at his desk for nearly an hour when he realised that not one single order had arrived from his computer. No one had showed up to do a gameplay video, do a review, or even say "Good game."
Never in all his years as a game designer had this ever happened, this complete isolation. Something was clearly very wrong.
Shocked, frozen solid, Galactic Cafe found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and steped out of his office.
Galactic Cafe came to a set of two open doors. He entered the door on the left.
He went in the meeting room, but no one was in their either.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION