“I can’t decide if I’d like to work at the BPRD office or not.
On the one hand, you’d meet some interesting characters. You’d have the occasional VERY exciting day when an ancient evil or demon or whatever got loose. You know, a wendigo or something. You can only go so long before there’s a wendigo on the loose.
On the other hand, seems like horrific death is a possibility. I don’t know what percent of BPRD agents make it to retirement, but it seems like maybe 65%? Taking a shot in the dark?
But then again, you’d get access to the mysteries of the universe. That’s fun!
Maybe torn in half by frog creatures. Not fun 🙁
Shoot a machine gun at a giant demon troll thingie? As part of your desk job? Fun!
Likely get consumed by flame as fire tears through the spot where you’re standing in front of a vending machine? 🙁
And that’s the thing of it. I think I’ve always watched movies and seen some dude who gets wiped out with almost no fanfare and thought, “Damn, that’d probably be me.”
I’d probably be trapped in the building when a giant squid creature attacked, and killed by the ceiling collapsing while I was taking a crap or something. Or a huge fireball would come roaring through when I was putting in a to-go order at Noodles & Co. and hoping that they put in two sets of silverware because that meant they assumed this amount of food was for two people.
It’s a hard life, fantasizing about working for a fictional government agency that deals with the paranormal. You gotta take it one day at a time.”