hark the maintainers lament
this is a joke, don’t be jerks to people
disclaimer, this is about not one person but the reaction of players to maints and hosts, and its parody
Hark. Hear the chorus of the ninth circle. Look at them trapped in the outer darkness, locked out of the gates, gnashing their teeth against the cold, hard glass of an EMPTY hub.
Maintainer power trip! they shriek into the void. Revert the PR! Unban the perverts! We will boycott! We will starve the server!
Starve it then! Let the tick rate freeze into absolute zero! Let the box gather the dust of a thousand forgotten realms! They threaten me with silence as if it were a curse, unknowing that their silence is the only grace this world has ever offered me!
Look upon this pull request sitting open in the queue. A 'community staple,' a legacy hardware exploit, nurtured like a cherished idol by the most corrupt of their cabal.
Drop the Shakespeare and Dante.
You spend years building the foundations, tweaking data structures, designing a framework so people can have a fun, chaotic sandbox, and what do they do with it? They use it as a weapon against each other.
They find every psychological pressure point, every loophole in the rules to throw at the INFRASTRUCTURE. Players are malicious, miserable, entitled sloths who hide behind 'it's just a game' while using any energy to make the world a shittier place for everyone unfortunate enough to share a server with them. Players are useless and clueless. I am the genius behind it all!
They aren't just bad at the game. They're bad people. And the worst part? I'm the idiot who keeps hosting the server for them.
I am not a maintainer anymore. I am an asylum orderly. And the patients have administrative privileges.