You worked hard all day, following your usual routine.
It's a tough job but it pays taxes, despite the implications of signing *that* suspicious contract.
Today's shift has been oddly longer than usual.
You're starting to remember things.
You remember.
You remember what you had for dinner last night, what your loved ones look like.
Even your name.
Then... it happens. You feel tired, the boxes get heavier and your legs get weaker by the second.
That haunting sound you heard in your nightmares was suddenly real. It was real all along.
You gaze upon the mighty colorful wheel looming over the factory, the malevolent God that trapped you and your friends there.
You remember.
You remember why moving boxes is what you have to do: because it's the only thing you can do now.
A new color has been chosen: it's red.
You feel the urge to check your jacket, hoping it's blood-tinted, but the answer came in the form of a body standing up next to you, a body you didn't even notice until that very moment.
And you fall. You fall like a toy with dead batteries. You're gone, you're out of control, but you're still there, as you get carried around like a box and stepped over like a disposable platform.
The wheel spins. Your shift is over.
The wheel spins and it says that this is a really fun game, with an original idea that creatively builds on this year's jam premise.
Great job!