Job Opening

Tuesday

“Are you excited to be off on mat leave, Sam?” Paul asked, leaning against the door frame to Sam’s office.

“Yes.” Sam was sitting at her computer, her hands still on the keyboard.  She finished what she was typing, then swivelled in her chair to face him.  “Although it’s kind of scary as well.”

Paul waved her off.  “You’ll be fine.  You make games for a living.  You’re pretty much trained for this!”

“Games are made with adults,” Sam laughed.  “And usually you can reason with them.”

After sharing in Sam’s laugh, Paul casually glanced into the hallway behind him.  “Have they figured out who will replace you as lead designer yet?”

“No.” Sam sighed.  Paul noticed the dark rings around her normally bright brown eyes.  “They’re hoping to promote someone from within the company so they won’t have to spend much time training.” 

“That’s true.  I just hope they decide soon.”  Paul smiled his brightest smile.  “You’ll be gone on Friday!”

“I’m sure they will.”  She turned back to her computer, her shoulders slumped.  “But you’ll have to excuse me.  I’ve got a lot to finish up before then.”

“Of course.  Good luck!” Paul said, flashing her another smile as he left. He closed the office door behind him. 

Rather than head straight back to his desk, Paul stopped to grab a quick glass of water.  Jeff was standing next to the water cooler, his left elbow perched on top of the tank.  “You coming from Sam’s office?” he asked.

“You sure don’t miss a thing,” Paul laughed, reaching for a glass. 

Jeff smirked.  “I try not to.  Does she know who’s going to replace her?”

“Not yet.  But she thinks it will be someone in the company.”

“Probably one of us then.”  Jeff’s gaze roamed across the floor.  “Unless they want to promote a non-game designer?”

“I doubt that.  They don’t have time to train anyone.”

“True enough.”  Jeff carefully put his glass down on the counter.  “I’ll see you later.”

Shaking his head, Paul finished his drink then washed both glasses before making his way to his desk.  He managed to get a lot of work done, even with Jeff’s comment about their superiors promoting one or the other of them worming its way through his thoughts.  So on his way home from work, he decided to stop at the supermarket and grab some baking supplies.  Everyone likes cookies, right?  Maybe he could subtly sway the decision in his favour.

Wednesday

The next day, Paul showed up to work early with dozens of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.  He left one for everyone, making sure to leave a note as to who made them on his superiors’ desks. 

The morning passed pleasantly enough.  When lunch time rolled around, Paul smelled pizza.  He glanced up to see his coworkers clustered around a table, with Jeff in the middle of it all, handing out pizza slices. 

Paul made his way over to the table.  “What’s all this?”

“I just thought I’d treat the studio to some lunch.”  Jeff handed him a slice, shooting Paul a sly smile.  “It can go with the cookies you brought.”

Paul made his way back to his desk.  He sat for a long while, chewing in silence, ignoring the din of his happily-eating co-workers.  But really, why should he be sad?  Food doesn’t determine who makes a good game designer!  With that thought in mind, Paul set the piece of pizza down and hurriedly got back to work.  The sooner he was done, the sooner he could get home and get stuff ready for tomorrow!

Thursday

Early the next morning, Paul made his way to Sam’s office.  He was clutching a small stack of papers tightly to his chest.  Her office door was closed, so he knocked lightly.

“Who’s there?” Sam called out before opening it.

“Do you have a minute?”

“Sorry Paul,” she turned back to her desk, grabbing a stack of papers.  “I’m already running late for a meeting.  I’ll come and find you when it’s over.”

Head lowered and shoulders slumped, he made his way over to his own desk.  He’d forgotten it was Thursday.  Sam was usually in meetings all day.  Who knows when she’d be free.  He frowned, looking down at the papers he still clutched.  Where would be a safe place to leave them? 

“What’s the matter?” Paul glanced up sharply to see Jeff, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.  “Did they announce who the new game designer will be?”

“What?  No, not to me.”  Paul shot a sideways glance at the other man before turning to consider his desk.  “Have they told you?”

“No.  You just looked so dejected.  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing really.”  Paul was just about to put the papers in one of the drawers when Jeff snatched them out of his hand.  “Hey!”

“What’s this?”  Jeff flipped through the papers quickly.  “Looks like a game design document to me.”

Paul reached for the papers.  “It’s none of your business.”

“When have you been working on this?” Jeff asked, handing them back. 

“At home.” Paul carefully put the papers in his bag.  “I just wanted to get Sam’s opinion on it before she’s gone.”

“Of course.”  Jeff glanced over his shoulder towards his own desk.  “Well, I have a meeting to get to.  I’ll catch you later.”

That seemed a little weird.  Most meetings Jeff went to, Paul had to go to, too.  But Paul didn’t spare that much thought as he had a lot of work to get through today.  Luckily the day passed in a blur, which also meant he didn’t have time to fret about what Sam would think about his game design document.  Especially since she didn’t come and get him until 4:30.

“What did you want to show me, Paul?” The circles around her eyes looked even darker than they had been on Tuesday. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, handing her the game design document. 

“I’ll be fine.”  She flipped through the document quickly.  “When have you been working on this?”

“At home over the last few weeks.  I was hoping to get your input on it before you go.”

“This sounds like a really fun game.”  She said, flipping through it more carefully.  “May I keep this overnight?  Then I can give you better feedback tomorrow.”

“If you’re sure, Sam.  I mean, I don’t want to give you extra work right now.”

There was a knock at the door, interrupting her reply.  Jeff strode in, not bothering to wait for an acknowledgement from Sam.  “Hey Sam, do you have a minute?”  He cleared off a pile of papers from her desk.  “I was hoping to show you the prototype I made for a game.”

Without waiting for a reply, he set down a board and some tokens on the desk, launching into a half hour explanation of the game.

“Thank you for that, Jeff,” Sam told him when he finally let her get a word in.  “If you don’t mind, I’ll give you some feedback tomorrow.”

“Of course,” Jeff nodded.  “I think it will make an excellent game.  I’d like to bring it to our staff meeting tomorrow to show the rest of the company then.”

“I’ll meet with you first thing tomorrow morning then.”  Sam glanced up at the clock.  “Now you’ll both have to excuse me.  This has been a really long day.”

“Alright,” Jeff said, gathering up his prototype.

Paul paused in the doorway.  “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine.”  She gave him a tired smile as she reached for her coat.  “I’m off after tomorrow.”

“Have a good night then.”  Sam really was the best.  Paul made his way to his own desk, meaning to finish up the few things he was working on before heading home.  About a half an hour later, he saw Jeff getting ready to leave.  I wonder when he made that game? Paul thought.  It didn’t seem all that polished.  He decided to go and ask.

“Hey Jeff, your game seemed pretty fun.” Paul caught the other man by the arm.  “When did you make it?”

“Oh, you know.  I just whipped it up when I had the idea.”  Jeff’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.  “See you tomorrow.”

After heading ack to his own desk and finishing up his work, Paul made his way home.  What was he supposed to do?  Jeff seemed to be one-upping him at every turn.  Well, tomorrow was the last day.  Then Sam would be gone and the studio would have to name someone in her place. 

Paul made a quick dinner and slumped into his chair to eat it.  He pulled his laptop over towards him, thinking he’d watch videos or play a game to get his mind off of Jeff and Sam’s position.  Somewhere along the way, he came across an article about a guy who had delivered his artist portfolio in full costume, getting a job in the process.

Hmmm, I wonder if I could do something like that? Paul thought.  He didn’t have a costume that elaborate, and there wasn’t time to go and make something.  But he did still have his assassin costume from Halloween a few years ago.  With a bit of modification, he could turn it into the main character from the game his studio was currently working on!

With that thought, Paul hurriedly finished his dinner and got to work.

Friday

On Friday morning, Paul decided to show up a few minutes late.  He was normally one of the first people at the studio, which wouldn’t really work if he wanted to make an entrance.  So he took a little extra time getting ready.  He wore a light coloured robe with the cowl up, hiding his hair.  His beard was neatly trimmed in the same style the game’s main character wore.  And he had a fake sword belted to his side.  He wished he’d been able to make some sort of wrist dagger to complete the look but he ran out of time last night.  But that didn’t matter, he still looked good.

With a deep breath, he got out of his car and strode toward the building.  His heart was hammering as he walked through the entrance.  Everyone he passed turned and gaped at him.

As he was about to sit at his desk, he noticed Sam’s door opening.  He glanced up and saw an armored giant exiting her office.  The armor was a camo colour, making the armor look like it was made for a desert battle.  In space.

The space marine walked over to Paul’s desk and pulled off his helmet, revealing Jeff’s most dazzling smile.  “Looks like we had the same idea today, Paul.”

Paul didn’t know what to say.  But luckily he was spared having to reply by Sam.

“Come on, guys.  It’s time for the company meeting.”

Paul trudged after Sam and Jeff, following them to where everyone else was gathered.  Slowly, Paul’s mood began to improve as the CEO talked.  Apparently he loved how the team was progressing on the game.  It seemed like in no time at all he was calling Sam up to say a few words.

“I know I’m only going to be gone for a year, but I’m really going to miss everyone,” she said.  “I have such a great team, particularly Paul and Jeff, who have been very enthusiastic this week.  They brought us all pizza and cookies, and have been working on some interesting new game ideas.”

“Thinking of new game ideas,” the CEO said, “I think it’s time to announce who our new lead game designer will be.”  Both Paul and Jeff were leaning forward in anticipation.  “Everyone, put your hands together and welcome my nephew, Kyle, to the team!”

Paul and Jeff sat back, mouths agape, as the CEO continued.  “Kyle was the genius behind the award winning Battle Shock Live.  He was planning on starting some work on an indie project, but graciously agreed to put that off for the year while Sam’s away.”

The rest of the meeting passed in an unpleasant blur.  As soon as it was over, both Paul and Jeff found themselves in Sam’s office.

“What happened?” Jeff demanded, thrusting his helmet onto her desk.  “I thought they were going to promote someone from within the team?”

Sam gave a small frown.  “They were.  But when Kyle agreed to come, no one could pass him up.”

Before Jeff could say another word, Paul gave Sam a quick hug.  “You’re right.  They would have been fools to say no to him.”  He let go of the hug, holding her at arm’s length.  “We’re going to miss you too, Sam.  Be sure to stop in sometime with the baby when you’re feeling up to it.”

Paul turned and strode from the office, pulling Jeff with him.  They walked in an unpleasant silence until Jeff finally broke it.  “Look, I’m sorry about everything this week,” Jeff ran a hand through his hair, his gaze firmly pointed downward.  “I just really wanted to be lead designer.”

“It’s okay, Jeff.  I wanted it, too.”  Paul clapped him on the shoulder.  “But maybe this wasn’t all in vain.  I mean, Sam noticed what we were doing.”  He dropped his hand, glancing back towards Sam’s office.  Maybe we can carry our enthusiasm forward.”

Jeff nodded slowly.  “Yeah.”

Paul smiled.  “And maybe then we’ll get to be lead designers on our own merits.  Not thanks to cookies and pizza.”  Then he turned, still smiling, and headed back to work. 

February Quote

You have enemies?
Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed,
Or created a new idea.

-Victor Hugo

When Sorry Isn't Good Enough

“I’m sorry!”  Kai was on his knees in front of her throne, his hands clasped together pitifully.  “I am so sorry!”

The queen could smell his fear even from up on the dais.   She quirked one of her perfect eyebrows upwards. “You burned down a whole quarter of the city and all you can say is ‘you’re sorry?’”

Kai paled.  “I knew the damage was extensive...”

“That’s putting it mildly.”  The queen threw a glare at the mage who accompanied Kai.  “I was assured your mages were no threat to my city.”

“We are not, my queen.”  The mage stood a little straighter.  “Kai passed his test.”

“And yet his magic caused the fire.”  She tapped her long, immaculate fingernails on her throne.  “Magic he was not supposed to have.  Nor was he licensed to use.”

“He was not.  Which is why we brought the matter to you.” She folded her arms into her robe.  “But should we deem your punishment too lenient-”

“Too lenient?”  The queen laughed with genuine mirth.  “I assure you, my judgement will be fair.”  She turned her attention back to Kai. 

“I am so sorry.”

“I know you are.  But you levelled a large part of my city.  Words alone will not repair all of the damage.”

The queen caught a spark of hope in his stormy eyes.  “I am not poor, my queen.”

“Of course not,” she purred.  “All of your gold will go a long way towards repairing the quarter.” 

Kai let out the breath he’d been unconsciously holding.  Humans were so adorable.

“Unfortunately gold can only cover the physical damages.” She paused, stifling a laugh as he froze.  “What about all of the lives lost in the blaze?  The human lives in particular?”

He puffed out his chest at that.  “While this was surely a setback, you have nothing to worry about, my queen.  We humans reproduce easily.  Our numbers will recover.”

“In that you are mistaken, Kai.” 

He paled.  “My...my queen?”

“The human population has been declining for some time.  While troubling, my advisors assured me it wasn’t a big deal so long as everyone was careful.”  She examined her manicured hand.  “But now your fire has wiped out a significant number.”

His eyes widened in shock.  “I had no idea.  My queen, I’m so-”

 “Never mind that,” she said, waving off another apology.  “Have you any way to encourage your people to reproduce?” 

“Perhaps...love potions?”

“That’s been tried.  In fact, all of the obvious solutions have.  And they all failed.”  She took a moment to really consider the man cowering before her.  “Perhaps you could find out why your people are in decline?”

“I...I...I am scholar, my queen.  I could perhaps do a study?”

“No.”  She sighed.  “There are other, wiser people looking into this matter.”  The queen stood, taking a moment to survey her court before focussing once again on Kai.  Slowly she descended from the dais towards him, stroking his hair when she was in reach; he shrank back from her touch.  “As you cannot fix what you have done, then here is my decree: I will give you immortal life.”  He stilled.  That was not the sentence he had expected.

Her hand roved down to his face, caressing it before she yanked his chin up, forcing him to look her in the eye.  “Do not mistake this for a blessing.  For you shall not be allowed even one drop of human blood, though you will beg and curse me for it to the end of your days.”  She looked up, meeting the gaze of the mage.  “He will lose the magic that runs through his veins.  Is this sufficient for the council?”

The mage nodded.  The queen smiled back down at her prey and barred her fangs.  “So shall it be.”

It would take him 4 seconds to fix a boiler, and half that to 'fix' you.

Thursday January 30th, 3:00pm

"Alright, it's done. The memo has been sent. This weekend our middle management will all be under the impression that their weekend plans have been extended considerably." The director proclaimed. The board looked around at each other.

The room spoke. "But they won't be, right?"

"What do you think? Wait, let me rephrase that to telling you what they'll think. They'll think they've all been performing so well that they deserve a two week vacation and a discounted company flight package to Cancun. Well at least those that lack perspective will." continued the director, letting out a casual chuckle. "That should keep the majority of them out of the way while we call for a vote."

Concern still lingered in the air, to a degree. "And those who don't lack common perception? Or those who simply don't want to go away for 2 weeks?"

Another board member spoke up. "We'll tell them that they passed a test, of sorts. We'll just offer them some phony bologna stock options in a subsidiary that we'll have dissolved by Monday and send them on a weekend getaway at a spa or something."

"Sure, but what about those who can tell what's going on?" murmured the board table.

"Well, they're probably not new to the business. We'll offer them an incentive in the form of a handsome severance on the condition that they sign a non-disclosure agreement and leave quietly. I don't foresee any issues with this, but if they get violent make sure security is present in HR."

The board lifted. All loose ends, it seemed, were tied.

Then, it struck them, at once and almost instantly.

"Oh crap, what about Richard Thompson?" The name Richard Thompson was whispered nervously around the table.

Richard Thompson, the name itself adds one thousand pounds of pressure to any room it's muttered in. The lights grow dim. The air grows thick and chokes around you. You can see your breath as you exhale. So dark... so cold...

The tension couldn't even be cut with a knife now. "Well? Do we have a Thompson plan?!" "Um, uhh" the director nervously shuffled through papers on the table, attempting to look like there was a plan in there the whole time. What an oversight!

"Um... okay, we have a big contingency. Let's pay Thompson off with an offer of four hundred thousand. That should take care of that."

The room hissed and shuddered. Money was of little concern to Thompson, everyone knew that. Some of the members were shutting off their laptops and packing up to head towards the door.

At first, the doors clicked quietly with the indication that they would be locked in the room from the outside. Then, the lights quickly cut out, but only for a few seconds. They came back on with an orange glow indicating that they are all now facing a real emergency. Thompson was behind the director, crouching on one knee. The director surveyed the room, noting that the rest of the board members were passed out on the table. Richard leaned in closer, whispering in the ear: "Dear director, I sure hope you're not fixing for a hostile takeover.  I really do love this company the way it is." he paused.   "You know, they say I'm the one who put the word hostile in hostile takeover."

The director only let out a hushed scream. Thompson snapped his fingers and the emergency lights cut out. Only 3 seconds later they came back on, with the rest of the board waking up and Richard nowhere to be found.

"Okay, in light of recent circumstances, I'd like to move in quite a different direction. Can we vote on this motion?"

Shaken voices resounded "Aye."

Village Woes

I was playing with branching dialogue on Chat Mapper and used the quote to make a quick dialogue between a hero and a villager. 

A Good Day

               “Have you ever been set on fire Mr. Transival?” The Dragon asked me the question in the same tone a neighbour might, over a newspaper, ask if one had ever visited the Appalachians in the fall, when the leaves had just come into their colours.

                “I um, can’t say that I have sir.” I replied, truthfully.

                “I’ve never been set on fire myself but I have, on good authority, that it’s a lousy way to die.” The Dragon offered that little tip with raised eyebrows. He was being friendly, doing me a solid offering up that little gem: no extra charge. I could see this here was the generous sort of dragon; looking out for my interests and all that.

                I pursed might lips and only nodded.

                “Don’t fuck with me, Mr. Transival.” Now, transported forward through the space-time continuum all of three seconds, he was staring intently at me with his brilliantly yellow eyes and bushy grey brows that met just above his snout. Now he was that other sort of dragon. The kind that razed country-sides, ate virgins, and rained righteous fire down upon those who defaulted on their debts.

                Funny thing though, The Anguigena Bank’s in-house collections office had some of the highest success rates in the business. They hardly ever had to burn anything anymore: people who took Anguigena debts just didn't default on them.

                Still though they were sensitive to the possibility and The Dragon held my gaze for five, very, very long seconds. And let me tell you, I did not dare look away, or blink, or flinch. Everyone knew the cops wouldn’t lift a finger against a dragon. They wouldn’t dare. Even if the world was on fire they wouldn’t, and they certainly wouldn't be too inquisitive if another pile of ash found its way into AAG’s dumpster.

                That was the sort of place AAG was. Low rates, excellent repayment plans, and very few questions asked. All you had to do was have the audacity to go in, sit down in a cramped office with a dragon and demand money from it. Do that and you could walk out with vast sums of wealth it would take a month to get at a regular bank. Unless, of course, they thought you were aiming to cheat them - or wasting their time, or they just didn't like the look of you - because if that were the case: you just didn’t ever walk out at all.

                Now there’s a few sorts that come to AAG and sit down to ask a dragon to part with his treasure. First is the confident, wealthy individual who just wants some quick liquid assets, but otherwise has no doubt that they can repay the money back: the dragon's preferred client. The second is someone so desperate for cash the risk was either worth it, or perhaps, didn't even register the risk: those people were in peril here.

                I however, represented an extremely uncommon third sort.

                The Dragon’s nostrils flared and its eyes never for a moment released me from their gaze. Now, here it was smugly toying with its prey - looking for any sign of weakness. Savouring the discomfort of those supplicants come to beg for money and relishing the opportunity, instead, to hasten them to an early grave if they showed any sign of weakness.

                My eyes stung, and the smell of sulfur rankled my nose, but I didn’t flinch, I didn’t look away – I had to stare down those yellow eyes, and that pompous, toothy grin. “Do we have a deal?” I asked, feigning disaffected impatience. As the moment was drawn out longer and longer without reply, I began to wonder if it was true what the advertisements said – that dragons could smell lies – and that I had made a terrible mistake in coming here.

To my relief though, the incredulous expression on The Dragon’s face twisted away into something altogether more pleasant, almost saccharine. There was something sinister about a dragon looking pleased with itself. “I believe we may, Mr. Transival. I shall maintain my end of the agreement – you shall have your money - and you will maintain your end of the agreement. And if you do not: I will come.

“I will come for everything you have ever had and everyone you have ever loved. All of your accomplishments, your hopes and your dreams – I will come for them all and all shall be rendered unto ash under the shadow of my vengeance. And after the fire of my righteous rage has run cold with the screams of innocents, and heat of my anger cooled into blackened ash, then – and only then - shall I come for you.

“You shall suffer in fire! Agony shall be your only companion! Your screams of ‘mercy’ shall fall upon deaf ears, for I will have none. Oh, I shall not kill you Mr. Transival. When I am finished with you, you’ll be left to eke out the remainder of your pitiful life in penury begging in the streets; a horrible, twisted and disgusting reminder to all the world about what happens to those who would break faith with a dragon; all those who would break faith with me.”

                And finally. “So let me put the question to you Mr. Transival: do we have a deal?”

                “We do.” I replied.

                As I stood up, I smiled only a little. There was a twinge of fear as I slipped my jacket on before exiting the smoky confines of the dragon’s den. There was a gnawing sense that, somehow, this dragon would track me down once it discovered the truth and I would pay the price for staring it in the eyes with ‘duplicity’ in my heart.

                On the other hand: I was leaving with a suitcase full of money, and that had sounded like Mr. Transival was in for such sweet revenge as could only be served by a dragon.

                Tomorrow might be different but today was a good day.

A New Quote for the New Year

"Sorry I burned down your village.  Here's some gold." -Reparations