Imagine Papers Please, but all border crossers are Gordons, some of them carrying suitcases with their labwork you decide (not) to open. You click one of them open and you ether get attacked by a furious cat, or poisoned by chemicals, or both. And some of them do that intentionally, or carry a crowbar taped to their cock, or cause a cascade resonance to your microwaving breakfast if they are especially pissed. These Gordons, man. The headache is granted.