eight years
I've been doing heptapod.org for over eight years. Of course there have been hiatuses and stuff but I've been pretty consistent updating my white elephant of vanity. Nearly 1000 dreams so far.

Hello Spivak, the human Priestess, welcome back to NetHack!
You are lucky! Full moon tonight.

Moon phases have an effect on the game. If the moon is full then there's a +1 bonus to luck. If the moon is not full then there's a 10% chance that hearing the hissing of chicka- and cockatrices will turn one to stone. On Friday the 13^th there's a -1 to luck in addition to other Bad Things^tm.

I always have bad luck during full moons. Most of my deaths have happened during full moons. Of course this is probably selective memory. Yet today's descent only served to underscore my belief since the third level of the Gnomish Mines is completely dark.

After killing 3 gnomes Spivak fell through a hole, without Spot, and landing in Minetown. This is a good thing and a bad thing. Number one I know the location of Minetown. Number two if I bring Spot into Minetown there's a big chance she'll engage the town's watchmen in combat. This is good because it means Spivak will get some good loot, perhaps a silver saber. It's bad because Spivak has to remove her armor and follow Spot around casting heal spells so Spot doesn't die.

Oh well, tomorrow's game should prove to be interesting.

This was purely by accident. One time I actually went down a level when I had completed the current dungeon level. Of course I would immediately exclaim "OH SHI-" and go back upstairs, take a screen shot and save the game.

Work is still slow. People are being sent home later than usual yet everyone's yelling HURRY UP HURRY UP over and over again. Fuck you, I do my fucking job and you're already getting blood from a stone.

Four people have been shitcanned from work. Big motocross lesbo, scrawny redhead, Midnight and big motocross lesbo's girlfriend. The latter quit instead of being fired so it's different I guess. Anyway they hired a new processor. I don't know if she's family or not but everyone will learn soon enough.

If we're so slow and it doesn't seem to be picking up any time soon then why the fuck is the company hiring new people?

Today we pushed 400 applications. Supposedly the magic number is 500 applications. By noon I see that even if people just do their work at their own pace there's enough for everyone so there's eight hours rather than seven or seven and a half.

I need to get the fuck out of this place.

This morning I was awakened by the sound of someone thumping my bedroom window. I didn't have to get up and look because I knew it was Black Leg. Spot had heard the angy sounds of interfeline aggression and leapt up to watch the show. Black Leg was swatting at Spot while Spot would think "WTF?" and refuse to flinch.

About ten minutes later the alarm went off and all the cafts had scattered to the four winds.