*You trudge up the steps of the immense stone government building, already feeling a headache coming on. But you need Permit A-38 today or you'll be in all sorts of legal trouble, and you can't afford that.* *Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, you enter a large hall filled with long lines leading to various doors and staircases. People are shouting, guards are barking orders and bureaucrats are waving official-looking documents around. The smell of ink, dust and body odor assaults your senses.* *You walk up to the large front desk in the lobby, behind which sits an ancient, hunched over man slowly scribbling on some scrolls. You clear your throat loudly to get his attention.* *After a few moments he looks up, peering at you through thick lenses and barks at you in a raspy voice.* Eh? What is it?