Dear Diary…
Today I was forced to survive in what appeared to be a mall. Armed with only a laser sighted SCAR, katana, pipe bomb, defibrillator, and a shot of adrenaline; I was ready to face the hoard of blood thirsty zombies coming towards me and my three allies. Between bouts of screaming LEROOOOYYYY, murderous rampaging zombies were cut down left and right. With this song playing on loop inside the mall (sometimes replaced by powerpuff-related audio), we were tearing off the heads of once-human beasts with our bullets in a mad dash to escape the hellish mall prison. But alas, our efforts were futile as we were quickly crushed by the might of smaller, oddly buff creatures that would ride on our heads, and other hooded beasts that look like they spawned inside a Hot Topic leaped onto us and slashed at our faces. If that wasn't enough: half-naked slack-jawed redneck women spewed hot acid at our feet, and large-armed creatures charged us to rapidly slam us against the floor until dead. Alas, it would not have been such a losing war if only one of each type attacked us at once. But no, there was never less than two or three. Constantly. The battle was lost, we were not experts at this. And sadly, we resorted to shooting each other to death in the safe room.
But then I came back later to a different world. One where two different colored teams of mercenaries destroyed one another in an endless war over control points and briefcases. Where the location of our epic struggles constantly changed. Between futuristic cyberpunk cities, and worlds where everyone equipped with a flamethrower was forced to deflect an onslaught of rockets into the mercenaries of the other team, we fought a deadly battle where no victory was ever certain. Aye, it was an utter blood bath. Agreeably, not as bloody as the earlier zombie slaughter, but still quite a mess.
Alas, I grew bored and tired of the constant team struggle; an event which I have noticed to occur more and more often these days. So I retired my rocket launcher and blood stained baseball bat, and returned to the peace of my own office.
Yet, there was no peace. Only work to be done. Requests were coming in that had to be filled, and deadlines were catching up quicker than expected. Feverishly, I worked into the late hours of the night; the hours which no normal person sees with open eyes, and is left only for the creeps or the drugged out club lurkers. I was determined to make progress on the dueling rules put into place in my work, and to further rid myself of nasty bugs that would scatter across my work more often than not.
But finally as the dust settled, and my day of war and work wrapped up; I fell into the comfort of my bed to regain the energy required to repeat the same pattern in the new day to come.
tl;dr: Got our asses handed to us on Left4Dead2 Hard Eight Mutation, played some dodgeball on TeamFortress2, did some bug fixes plus fleshed out the dueling system a bit more on fro, then crashed in bed.