"Scalpel," the surgeon barks, holding his hand out for it to be slipped into his palm before he continues his work. "Forceps. Cursed obsidian medallion—"
– Some days I am nostalgic for when software development before agile and all those metaphors related to rituals.
You hear a wet muffled sound that makes you uncomfortable.
– Is the scrum master ready ? I'll need them soon.
You turn around and check the status on the dashboard.
– They're getting dressed, putting the delivery uniform is always taking more time than estimated.
A distant sound, that you feel more than you hear, and the feeling is unpleasant.
– The build started, I hope the other teams are ready.
Everything turns black.