Nekrogoblikon -

John squinted, leaning over the analyst's desk until his long nose nearly touched the man’s stapler. "Then build one. Right next to the breakroom. I want it murky, I want it damp, and I want it filled with the screams of a thousand distorted riffs!"

The fluorescent lights of the mid-level corporate office flickered, hummed, and then exploded in a shower of sparks as John Goblikon kicked the door open. He wasn’t here for an interview, and he certainly wasn't here to discuss the Q3 projections. Nekrogoblikon

"Pathetic," he sneered. "Not enough sludge. From now on, every song is a mission statement, and every mission statement is a goblin box . Welcome to the new era of productivity. It’s going to be loud, it’s going to be weird, and—most importantly—it’s going to be bonkers ." John squinted, leaning over the analyst's desk until

A terrified junior analyst raised a trembling hand. "Sir, we're a software firm. We don't have a swamp." I want it murky, I want it damp,