Life as a data entry temp is great. Your job satisfaction is through the roof. What could be better than entering data for an hourly wage? If you time it right, you even get paid for going to the toilet. Result! The only cloud on your horizon is the blood gathering under your chair. You are shocked to discover that the company you work for is using your blood to power a portal to another world – they are literally bleeding you dry. There's no other option, you must set out on your own adventure and ultimately face The Regional Accounts Director of Firetop Mountain!

The Fighting Fantasy series of books captured the minds of a generation. These second-person adventure books were driven the choices the reader made – fabulous adversaries like orcs and wizards were to be fought by the reader as they chose their route through the book. Sadly, all of these young adventurers have grown up to find that the real word is a rather a dull place to be. The only dragons they face now are their uppity line managers and they curse their fellow commuters rather than forest-dwelling crones. But help is at hand, however, as The Regional Accounts Director of Firetop Mountain, a hilarious parody of the fantasy adventure genre, opens an office door back into the mystical world of our imaginations.

On one hand a skillful comic account of the drudgery of modern life, and on the other a thrilling adventure populated by creatures of myth and legend, this book is the perfect present for the masses of twenty- and thirtysomethings who look back on the world of choose your own adventure with such affection.