Life sucks.
So does death apparently.
At least that's my opinion of it so far. But first let me give you some background on all the shit that went down yesterday.
It all started like every other story does, with some guy getting royally fucked for no apparent reason other than fate snorting 5 lines of coke, before shouting 'Lets get crazy in this shit!'.
In this instance that 'guy' is me.
Whoop-de-doo...
First off, I should probably introduce myself.
Hi, I'm Zane, your average 25 year old millennial.
I live in San Francisco, the BEST city in California. (Suck it LA)
I work at a stereotypical tech company, in a mediocre job with little prospects.
I'm a code monkey, and its not even the fun coding.
I sit in a desk all day and I sift through other peoples code looking for mistakes, grammar errors, and bugs, and then I write it down in a spreadsheet.
The end. Nothing else, day in and day out for 3 years, until all hell came crashing down.
The shit hit the fan on a particularly crappy day if I do say so myself, and that's before I kicked the bucket.
The boss had kept us at work the entire weekend because the deadline for a bug fix to the company's hit game was due Monday, and no one in the office was anywhere good enough to do it quickly, thus the weekend long imprisonment.
The bug would actually be described better as an exploit. Some genius asshole hacker backdoored himself into the games system and rewrote tons of code.
The guy not only got through the company firewalls, but also added a complete DLC's worth of content to the game. He also blocked access to the code to anyone else, and it took our guys an entire month before they got back in the system.
By this point it was useless for the company to get rid of the 'update' since the player-base had been going bonkers over how amazing it was, and since the hacker never took credit for it the guys at the top figured they might as well keep it in as long as they patched the exploit and fixed the balance.
Which is where we find me, 3 days into a marathon bug search, all because the bosses wanted to save face.
The game itself was your basic online multiplayer RPG, but despite its simplicity the game had garnered massive popularity after launch and even had a budding pro scene on the rise.
The asshole hacker had added his own massive update that let players decide whether they wanted to be an adventurer or a dungeon master when they started the game, like something out of a webnovel.
The update made the game incredibly popular, everyone and their mother was streaming it T - Which, despite the idiot hacker having no concern at all for balance.
The update made being a dungeon master completely over-powered, which meant people like me had been working our asses off for weeks trying not only to appease the bosses by keeping the 'update' as part of the game, but also balancing the shoddy work the asshole did.
All this culminated in a intense three day rush of no sleep and gallons of coffee to get the fix out on time. At last, after I went through the last line of code and double checked it to make sure I uploaded the patch and promptly crashed my head onto the keyboard.
Ah rest at last, the world started to fade out and give way to the sweet, sweet nothingness of sleep.
At least I thought I was falling asleep.
Oh how wrong I was.