Thanks for the opportunity to come up with something fun and imaginative, chevkoch. I love the idea so here's my silly addition to your creative ponderings:

This is the story of the genesis of Fallout 76.

10 am. The office's coffee machine broke down a couple of minutes ago and, as per usual when something of the sort happens, half of the team has already divorced their spouses and the other half is researching local sanatoriums on google maps.

10:05 am. I discovered the culprit. It had to be Sam, there's no way he didn't do it. By the way, Sam is that guy from Manchester we hired a week ago, that same guy who hasn't stopped complaining that American coffee is "technical-leh" sewage water rebranded as a Colombian delicacy. Not that I know where 'Columbia' is, but I can't say that I blame the guy for this coarse act of culinary terrorism, not even when it has swirled the office into one of their recurrent spirals of madness. Perks of the crunch culture, I guess. Anyway, I've decided not to report him because his accent makes me laugh.

10:15 am: The scheduled super-urgent meeting has been postponed 15 minutes until the bouncer team has finished restraining everyone and has carried them to their allocated seats in conference room. It really makes me proud to see how everyone is wielding their cardboard swords and shields in an act of open defiance against coffee-less mornings. Of course, I include myself amongst them, the soon-to-be restrainees and, if that's not a word I really don't care much because I'm on my way to Fus-Ro-Dah one of these giant motherfuck—...

10:30 am: Ok, we are all now in the conference room, waiting for Todd.

11 am: Todd enters the room and says he's sorry for being late and also says that he couldn't help it because the coffee machine was broken and had to fly his private jet to the shopping mall to buy an expresso. Everyone nods in understanding. He also said he couldn't bring any coffee for us because we were already late for the meeting and we couldn't possibly wait until all our coffees were made.

10:30 am: Todd leaves the room and heads back to his cryogenic chamber. The bouncer team comes back and finally removes the duck tape covering our mouths. Apparently, we're supposed to produce a new Fallout game which won't be 5 but 76. None of us remember why that is so or anything at all for that matter. After all, mostly everyone had fainted for the lack of caffeine and the odd anxiety attack triggered after having heard the word "multiplayer". Talks begin to spread along the corridors, we are all trying to figure out how many times the detail the game is supposed to have, but since nobody remembers, we've decided to forget about it until the coffee machine is repaired.

11:30 am: I check my phone and hear the automated speech of my voice mail saying I got one message from 10 am. It's from my wife, she says she's divorcing me. She works two desks away from mine. I take a mental note to thank Sam before heading home.

16 am: The morale of the team is sound. I've chatted with a few people here and there and there're lots of ideas bouncing around. One amongst them seems to have grown quite the roots, it's about NPCs. The pervasive thought is that humans are horrible and that we're much better off if we substitute them all with machines. This game will give us the opportunity to test our upcoming way of life!

16:05 am: I find Sam sitting at his desk and I ask him why he isn't playing Overwatch like everyone else. He tells me he was thinking about Fallout 2076 and wanted to play some space games for inspiration. I was going to thank him for destroying the coffee machine and for my recent break-up, but he seems quite concentrated on hoarding some space materials and, I also don't feel like telling him anymore even though I can't quite figure out why. I take a mental note to think about the issue once the crunch year is over.

20:30 am: Before finishing my report and archiving it, I check my voice mail once last time. I've got no unread nor unheard messages and that strikes me as odd. I consider if it'd be a good idea to change my name to Odd Howard, just to keep the man real, just so he knows he's but a T away from real competition.

20:34 am: Feeling proud of my accomplishments and creativity I say goodbye to everyone before shutting my computer off. Everyone's busy with their work, and nobody replies.