So there I was, with my nearly-finished Seekers Pack. Everything was falling into place. I looked for any final bugs to iron out.
Ah, the mechgun. It's colour\skin properties get mucked up when you pick up other items. This bug had bothered me right since the beginning, all those years ago. Oh, I could remember all the time I spent hiding in the shadows, watching the bug, hoping it would just disappear.
Finally I decided that things would change. I would destroy that bug - even if it meant redesigning the entire Mechgun code. I was prepaired to do anything.
Armed with my mighty weapon (WOTgreal), the diseased code fell easily away. I cut through those functions and operators as if they were made of firm but light marshmellow.
But I was not there to destroy. As I eliminated the old code, I replaced it with state-of-the-art technology. Armed with another year of experience, I was confident that I could rebuild it. I could make it better than it was.
There were sacrifices, oh yes. Many. The code had to be seperated, yet again. I wished it could be kept together but I had not the skill or knowledge to accomidate all the functions in one file. And there were risks. The entire colony now depended on exteral forces for its very survival. If the Seekplayerinfo had failed to spawn, the Mechgun would be crippled.
Finally the long, dark process was complete. It did not take long to conqure UCC and in less than 15 minutes I had edited my code to be digestable by this strange and powerful creature.
It was finally ready. The physical manifestation of all my effort, all my training and skill. It was over, at last. But wait. It must be tested.
Ah, the mechgun. It's colour\skin properties get mucked up when you pick up other items. This bug had bothered me right since the beginning, all those years ago. Oh, I could remember all the time I spent hiding in the shadows, watching the bug, hoping it would just disappear.
Finally I decided that things would change. I would destroy that bug - even if it meant redesigning the entire Mechgun code. I was prepaired to do anything.
Armed with my mighty weapon (WOTgreal), the diseased code fell easily away. I cut through those functions and operators as if they were made of firm but light marshmellow.
But I was not there to destroy. As I eliminated the old code, I replaced it with state-of-the-art technology. Armed with another year of experience, I was confident that I could rebuild it. I could make it better than it was.
There were sacrifices, oh yes. Many. The code had to be seperated, yet again. I wished it could be kept together but I had not the skill or knowledge to accomidate all the functions in one file. And there were risks. The entire colony now depended on exteral forces for its very survival. If the Seekplayerinfo had failed to spawn, the Mechgun would be crippled.
Finally the long, dark process was complete. It did not take long to conqure UCC and in less than 15 minutes I had edited my code to be digestable by this strange and powerful creature.
It was finally ready. The physical manifestation of all my effort, all my training and skill. It was over, at last. But wait. It must be tested.