Hi, it happened again. Late at night I was awaken by strange sounds at my balcony. Some dwarves playing football against my balcony door? While torturing each other? Thuds, squeaks, OMG! I got up, and checked. It was my old tomcat. Sitting in front of my balcony door, a little huddled together, whiskers widened, something shivering below his left paw. I know what this means, by now: "Venerable fat cat has actually managed to receive a loot!" Got some dry cat food (he'd die for this) to distract him, and my working gloves to protect me, and a carton to store whatever would be waiting for me. Distracting the cat worked nicely, as usual, and it's prey revealed to be a hamster. A hamster, again, and it showed the well known MA branding! Oh noes, why do these moronic, escaped MA hamsters travel thousands of kilometers just to be caught by my cat, over and over? Why don't they get caught on their month long journey? And why I'm able to communicate with them? Questions over questions, but this is not the topic of this thread and should be discussed elsewhere. Let's go on. The hamster happily accepted the carton as his new home, and after some old bread and beer she was in the mood to tell stories. As usual. Those hamsters are so predictable ... But this hamster was different. It claimed to have been driving the power supply of a PC in the MA head office, and to have heard a lot, and that it would tell me all, only I should not give it back to this horrible cat ... This leaded to nights long conversations with this hamster. She ate a lot of old bread, and drunk a lot of old beer in the progress. I happily sacrificed it to get more insight into the "how-it-works", to be able to tell you about. And this is what the hamster leaked to me: MA employees (and at the this time FPC employees) do not have a proper employment agreement. They get assigned one of the many old Uber accounts, and are payed in loot. This saves a lot in taxes and social security, since you'd not pay for this at all. . The employees are granted the time until they reach a certain TT value in loot. Since they all have ModMerc etc., ModFAP, Shadow at least, and whatever, they go for high MU, as we all would do. Since there's the developers, and the balancing team (one drunkard usually responsible to get rid of the the old coffee in the coffee machines as I have been told ...) among these they are busy to hand-tailor the game for best successes (in MU) when using such tools. . These accounts have a flag set for great loot, they profit greatly whatever they do. They don't have to do much, any activity will bring a huge percentage of globals, HoF's and ATH's. Quite a lot of the ATH's would be just incentives for workers that did well, only a most small part of 'em would go to actual "Paying in vain Participants" ("PiP"'s would these be called I heard). . At least half of the top-10 Socs would consist at least at half of such "wage-paying-accounts". And there'd be quite a number of old people that would know about hidden corpses in the cellar, that would have this flag, too, to keep 'em quiet. This would even work for participants banned for any reason, they'd just get a new, flagged, account. . Joking on PiP's (see above) seems to be a major sport at MA HQ. EMails/ closed Twitters like "Come to me, got a PiP on screen trying to whack Leviathan - LOL" are common. . Manipulating the auction by the employees is regularly done at breakfast, routinely. After all they want their MU, and they have the means to do it. MA doesn't care, after all paying their employees in such a way saves loads of $$$. . Evaluation of new ideas, and beta testing of new releases is done by the cleaning maiden. She seems to be close to be 100 years, but nobody knows. She's from Lithuania, or a nearby country, but nobody knows. She's used as an oracle for not-known reasons, or for reasons nobody knows about. She'd be asked how she liked VU X on the test server. Because she's an very old Lithuanian (or from wherever ...) which, she never had visited the test server. She wouldn't even know what a computer is, nevertheless an on line game. She'd randomly say say "Good" or "Bad", because she had learned this would earn her a smorrebread. Got sick then. My game, where I deposited this crazy amount of money, in the hands of such lunatics? Got angry. And in the good old tradition of "hate the message, burn the bringer" I released the hamster when my cat was near. Took about 30 cruel mins until Mrs. LeakHamster passed, and I bet it wasn't nice and happy 30 mins for her, judging from her crys. Anyway, cats are such. Decided to become a "Fan Boi, Female (L)" now. Maybe they get an additional crump? Seems, judging from their successes they're boosting about. Chant with me now: "MA, you are so cool! I was such a fool. MA, you're feeding us! Even when we're in lowest class. MA, I want a child of you, guess I could sell to the zoo. You'd never rob us anytime, except day name on "yxct" wouldn't rhyme ..." Ahh - time over. Have a good time! Have fun!
