she stands atop a mountain of keystrokes... (Patreon)

...their form a twisted mockery of the sacred code they must fulfill, and mangled evermore by the keyboard blade which she pulls from their collective corpse with a heavy sigh.

you can take it from here, she huffs at the adjutant knight marcello, and wanders into the twilight horizon without so much as glancing back. 

the function code crawl that plagued the land for weeks had been laid to rest. 

for now. 

all knew it would one day return,
bigger,
gnarlier,
with more functions than even am's codelot ever had,

but for now, the people of E17 would be safe. they could take solace in knowing that although the illogical logic of the artificial intelligence had yet to be buried in the earthen script where it belongs, it was at least slain, and their days could once again be filled with peaceful development updates that actually made sense or were a little bit interesting.

and that, for the time, was something to smile about.