Snowball

Even the editing team at Mr. Rich, reduced to walking corpses by their frequent late-night shifts, couldn’t take their eyes off the monitors right now.

-Who will win?

Not a sound could be heard from the keyboards and mice that had been moving ceaselessly around the office.

Two rafts were making their way toward the cruise ship on the monitor screens.

There were only a few dozen meters between them.

The Rils Team had chased the Putty Team, which had held an overwhelming lead all this time, right up to their heels.

“Wow….”

One employee spoke in admiration.

“They’re really catching up. Now that it’s come this far, I kind of hope Rils wins.”

“Hey, the production crew shouldn’t be rooting for one side.”...