Work I did today: going through old, old programming code and try to enhance it for the present, fighting the original intent with the (then) limits to the language and environment, etc.
It translates into something better in my head. A character with an archeology and religious writings background would be given the task of rewriting some old scrolls for whatever reason…say…saving the world from zombies or something. I’ll play that character for this session.
Hmm…witchcraft, voodoo, and demonology would probably have to be added to the skill set, methinks.
Anyway, they would be rewriting the scrolls for some spells or something…for a shaman to perform…to save the village (or the outbreak would take over the world).
I can imagine the challenges now (in my software developer’s insanity-riddled mind)…
[Shamans and witch doctors] “Everytime we perform the rites, it starts to rain! It never rains here during this season. It’s supposed to be a dry spell!”
[me] “Are you sure it’s not just a freak of nature? I mean sometimes it rains out of season, right?
[Shamans and witch doctors] “NO! It’s the rites that are wrong.”
[me] “Uh huh. How old are these rites?”
[Shamans and witch doctors] “That’s just it! They are too old. They were never meant to have to handle the demons of today.”
[me] “Umm. Okay. So how about I write up another rite that will make it sunny and…”
[Shamans and witch doctors] “We already did that! The last guy we brought in did that and the demons just had a parade.”
[me] “Huh.”
[Shamans and witch doctors] “And you don’t want to know what happened to that last guy we brought in.]
[me] “Hey now, no need to go there. I’ll rewrite the rite.”
And so, it’s been about three days since I’ve started. I can only imagine what the shamans must think while they’re testing my changes. Do frogs fall out of the sky?
At any rate, it makes my day seem more alive. Now we know why I write fantasy. Speaking of fantasy, I have to be Yo Yo Matt and play my cello now.
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