A depressed individual was walking in the cool rain at night. There was no reason for them to live anymore and they seriously considered suicide. They needed a challenge....or at least a change in life. The world had turned dull, colorless and meaningless. They'd seen everything and nothing surprised them anymore. Each day was the same. Wake up, get dressed, go to their shitty low paying job, go home to their crime ridden neighborhood, enter their run-down apartment, lock the doors, eat ramen noodles, and be glad nothing in the apartment was worth stealing before going to bed and listening to the likes of Molchat Doma, Joy Division, and Souxsie and the Banshees. And so, that's how they ended up walking alone except with a lit cigarette dangling from their fingers in the dirtier part of an already dirty city. Time had been particularly cruel to this particular street they were walking down. All of the businesses were shuttered and suffered from years of decay, homes were caving in, and all manner of illegal activity took place here despite the over policing. However, the person walking saw something strange. A run-down convenience store was open, but it was converted into something else. The neon marquee merely stated, "Apply Inside". The person went inside to find out what such a weird place was doing in such a dangerous part of the city. It's not like they had anything better to do and getting shot at by someone with a gun wasn't exactly a deterrent in their current state of mind. The person who owned this place now certainly didn't bother to redecorate aside from pulling the drinks and alcohol coolers out of the main part of the store. On the shelves were nothing to buy, but they were loaded with applications upon applications upon applications to various things. The person heard a strong and loud hiss and turned to look at the check-out counter turned help desk. A woman with grey eyes, red skin, black hair, and wearing a black dress with red trim sat behind the counter looking bored and apathetic. "Looking to fill out an application? Maybe a change in jobs or a change in schooling? Or perhaps, you'd like to sign up for ballet.", the woman smiled while flicking her forked black tongue. "What happens when I fill out an application?", the depressed doomer who entered the store asked. "Well, it's simple, you choose an application to what ever you like, fill out the form as if you fit the application, and voila, you change into the person mentally and physically you described on your application and you'll be enrolled, hired, or what ever to what ever institution you desire.", the woman behind the counter smiled showing off her sharp teeth. "Umm...I don't know....", the doomer replied "Well, as I see it now, your life sucks. You should give it a try, what's the worst that could happen, right?", the woman said in a mysterious tone.