fiefoe

I imagine that Blizzard has the great luxury of not having to do much ETL of their game play data.

character’s name in a nice little cartouche, tables and plots of vital statistics. Like a police dossier as art-directed by medieval clerics.
“Anyway,” Richard said, “that Ban wouldn’t prevent Earthtones from getting in there, if they were exempted from the Ban by a Frond of Peace that had been consecrated by the said Pontiff.”
Invasion by those three thousand blue-haired K’Shetriae, which was nothing in the big scheme of things and yet still required strenuous work by Richard to beat it back in some way short of dropping a comet on the head of their Liege Lord.
"And while you’re at it, why don’t you grab yourself some fucking shoes?” “Are you suggesting I loot corpses!?” “I know. What would Queen Anne say?”
Only one player in the game had ever gotten to that level. Richard had been just hours away from sending Egdod down to liquidate him when the player had choked on a bite of wurst, alone before his monitor screen in Ostheim vor der Rhön, no one around to give him a Heimlich.
Virtual Property. So that stuff had fallen into the hands of the Earthtone Coalition (which couldn’t use it because it was so tawdry),
“I’m sorry I touched your doll,” she said. “I had no idea how important Thorakks was to you.” Silence, as none of the men knew how to cope with her tactical use of the word “doll.”

Back In Real Life:

Ninety percent of this had focused on the mysterious padlock that they had found locked to the last link of the chain. No one seemed to know where it had come from. This, of course, was because Zula had put it there when none of them had been looking.
Intersections with other roads were so remarkable that they were announced beforehand with all the pomp of bicentennials.
And so they had improvised sails by combining the two: laying fishnets out over tarps and then sewing them together with zip ties, piano wire, needle and thread, tape.
My brother is in Los Angeles working on his dissertation and I talk to him maybe four times a year.” Yuxia seemed taken aback that any family could be so small and poorly organized.

"Reamde"