Feb 142014
 

I have a great new build I want to write up, and completionist news, and more. But I’m not feeling it this morning; still too much real world in the way.

Yesterday we saluted those who have fallen, those who have done so much for our lovely little fantasy world but now are ejected out into reality, pink slips in hand, with all our hopes to buoy them. Not that they can cash “our hopes” or use them to buy diapers, but it is all we have to give. Godspeed to all of you.

Today my thoughts turn to those who remain, those valiant understaffed few, who will be trying to deliver as much ass-kicking awesomeness as ever while having about half of the usual resources. Is it tilting at windmills? Is it even possible? Who knows, but even if not, there is honor in the attempt. History is full of those who, out-manned, out-gunned, and out-maneuvered, still fought the good fight and win or lose, showed us all how it’s done.

I don’t mean to imply that game development is anything like war, it is not, no one will bleed out while trying to get that last feature in before code freeze. Nonetheless, for those who remain, they are probably feeling a little like the handful of Greeks at Thermopylae. Time to gird your keyboards and man your mouses, shit is gonna get real now.


The Charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

1.

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
“Charge for the guns!” he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

2.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

3.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

4.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

5.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

6.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

From http://eserver.org/
Copied from Poems of Alfred Tennyson,
J. E. Tilton and Company, Boston, 1870


And so off they go, Cordovan and Vargouile and MajorMalphunktion and all the rest, wrestling with more resource shortages than ever before while still having to look over their own shoulders at the layoff monster, knowing that it rarely comes only once, yet having a job to do anyway. One that we players count on.

You go guys (and gals), you go!

We’re cheering for you!
 
🙂 😀 🙂

  5 Responses to “Singing the Praises of Those Who Remain”

Comments (5)
  1. I agree, even though we can not compare to war:

    We will remember them.

  2. I concur as well!

  3. Hey Geoff, great articles yesterday and today. This is LeslieWest_GuitarGod. So sad after all these years of good work, that the DDO staff was hit so hard. This is WBs doing. I hope their “strategy” as they called it, includes DDO in 2014, 2015 and beyond!

  4. By what I read, LOTRO took the same hit as well. So, not just DDO. 😉

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