An iron clang. The hiss of escaping foul vapours. The squeak of the hatch opening. Pale, bruised fingers appear over the edge of the entrance to the Puppy Games programmer's pit.
A moist programmer basks in the sunlight to dry off for a few minutes, and then mutters
"Spaghetti is now completely divorced from the rendering code. It should be trivial to plug it into JOGL now. Or even, God help us all, Java 2D."
And then it crawls back down the dark hole from whence it came, having forgotten how to use its legs. The hatch slams shut with a resounding thump. A few last wisps of steam curl at the edges as the squeak of the lock can be heard turning inside.
Moments later, the scrape of a chair is followed by the irregular tap of a laptop keyboard.
To be continued...
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