Depending on how things are going, Papers Please is either a simulation of that moment that a cog in the machine's heart finally stops beating, or a kind of hidden object game where what you're mostly looking for is a glimmer of hope. You're not a bad person. You're simply an immigration official doing your job, manning the thin grey line between Kolechia and Arstotzka in the face of a seemingly endless stream of suicide bombers and smugglers and of course parasites seeking to suck upon (what the propaganda insists are) Arstotzka's most bountiful of teats. Show your passport when ordered. Pay no attention to the sea of desolation all around. Glory to Arstotzka, or else.
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