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30 09 18

Opportunity

Maybe it’s time to escape from here. Maybe we should go somewhere else for a while.

29 09 18

Fresh air

I went a ways away from the city today to get my hike on. The air there was noticeably better than in the city. This shouldn’t be surprising, but I hadn’t expected to tell the difference this easily.

They ate the hearts of their prey, and over years, gained their powers.

To maintain a sustainable yield, they forbade eating anything but your own kill. This resulted in a clear hierarchy within their communities.

Youngster and unskilled hunters ate mostly gnomes, elves, and other low creatures. It granted them minor magic. Enough to be useful, too little to be efficient.

The skilled and aggressive would quickly rise up as they slayed packs of werebeasts, entire drow villages, and the occasional elemental. Some were foolish enough to consume ents, they never lived long after.

The eldest and most well-fed had obtained powers across the entire known spectrum, and beyond. They would duel with gods, eyes forever on the prize, but still lacked the lifespan to see it through. Cardiac arrest, for most, as if the powers had strained their hearts too far.

26 09 18

I believe

I do work for a startup. I actually believe we’re doing something that can change the world (of computing) for the better.

What does that make me?

For my story, a thousand others. And those that actually enjoy their work usually think their company’s really cool, doing interesting things in whatever “niche” they’re trying to “disrupt”. Most never see much of the big investor bucks that get pumped through, instead get it made up to them with work-parties and stakes in the company, praying it doesn’t fold in a year or two.

That describes my situation kinda closely, safe for the last bit. I actually believe we’re gonna make it, and make it big. I am not here to debate the merit of our project (I’d be happy to though!), I am here to wonder aloud how easy it is for people to perceive me as I perceive doomed-to-fail-startup slaves.

Suppose such a perception is best solved by an invite to a meetup, to see who we are and what we’re all about, but I don’t want to have to answer the “are you a cult” question.