[ WP ] Fit as much world-building as you can into a totally mundane event

The pencil was sharp, but not sharp enough. Dave knew it had to perfect and no less, the overlords demanded it. 
 
 
 Dave wished for the days before the coup occoured, when a dull pencil did n't mean death, but things had happened how they happened and the Perfectionist party was now in power. 
 
 
 He tested the tip on his finger again, it broke. Too thin. Dave looked over to the administrator and breathed a sigh of relief; the administrator was busy imprinting a mark on one of his classmate's arms. The two marks on Dave's arm were still in the process of going away. Dave would need another week before they disappeared and the threat of a third would go with them. He continued to sharpen the pencil. 
 
 
 After turning the sharpener a few times the pencil came out as perfect as can be. Satisfied, Dave returned to his desk and continued to write his essay. He tried to ignore his classmate being walked out of the room by the administrator. 
 
 
 `` Only perfection survives'', Dave thought, a phrase he was forced to repeat every morning, a phrase he had only just started believing.
