A lot of water has passed under the proverbial bridge since January. You remember Jan. don’t you – those dreaded days of complete and absolute downtime? An eery silence covered the New World that time. Under an invisible force, the New World surrendered to a deep deep freeze.


I know, because even though eRepublik was inaccessible to the rest of the world I could still login from our internal network. I diligently did so each morning. I went to work, trained, read the same newspaper every day, scrummaged for food in the once bustling marketplace and in the late evening looked on as the sun set over the New World.


The same deafening silence echoed throughout the entire network. There was still ringing in my years from the day before. You could hear processors thundering furiously, disks spinning like tornados and an entire Universe of photons and electrons being shoved through optic and ethernet pipes. Indeed, a symphony of creation – an orchestra that tirelessly played on, with no intermission, no encore and now … with no spectators.


If that sounds dramatic to you it very well should because, for us, the architects of the New World, there’s no other way to better summarize it’s beauty using mere words. The eAlpha and eOmega – we set the rules and establish what’s wrong and right, where down and up are, where the Sun rises and sets.


But why has everything gone quiet? Where is everybody? Why couldn’t the symphony play on?


The very next day everybody dug into their figurative trenches and prepared for the long battle ahead. Blasting away at their keyboards around the clock, feverishly fighting an enemy force they could not see or comprehend: the embodiment, as it were, of their own success.


Volumes of computer code to sift through in one sitting – they make their stand, facing their own creation. Many bottles of cola fell that day and hot coffee stained the land while the fight raged on through the night. Close to a million lines of code and comments not counting frameworks. What took thousands of man hours to put together now had to be unraveled and reassembled in less than a day.


I can’t even begin to overstate the sheer grunt and effort, blood, sweat and tears that went into this massive undertaking: hour after passing hour galloping ahead of deadlines until the wee hours of the morning.


That night, the foundations for what has grown into today’s New World were laid down. And that night, the New World came back to life but at a cost. For you see, what seems like a faceless collective of “we” everybody lovingly refers to as “Admin” is comprised of individuals like you and me, with their good and their bad, real characters.


Friendships were tested that night: some of them survived and bonds strengthened but some didn’t make it. It’s important to bring that up. It’s technology with a human touch. It’s technology with a soul and passion. It’s the difference between the inanimate and the divine breath that brings it to life.


Bill McKenna, famous motorcycle racer, once said: “Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, totally worn out and proclaiming, WOW, WHAT A RIDE!”


Fast forwards six months later: bruised, battered, mistakes made, lessons learned and far more to experience still, the New World is blossoming and the Sun has yet to set again.


But boy, what a ride!




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