Fandom High Office, Monday, June 21st

The entire office was covered in flags. Sad flags, happy flags. Red flags, blue flags, yellow flags, flags with weird little stars on them, flags that looked a little messed up or burnt. In the back of the room, one member of the staff dried his tears on a Cameroon flag before putting it away, playing a sad tune on the vuvuzela.

The Dutch flag had been nailed to the ceiling already. They all knew that fifteen more would follow it, and many others would be discarded.

The vuvuzela rang. The atmosphere was... tense.

And flaggish.