DeepSpace3

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I propose to read the third part of my story

Along the way, I found out that the company that needed the services of the testers was called Igrolab. Strange, never met such a name. Otherwise, as a merger of some firms, alone, then, you can not get such a project. The game that we had to test was called Deep Space. This puzzled me even more. The modern game industry increasingly produced games in the genre of fantasy, and here is a fantasy, and even with a full immersion. Well, then. The more interesting it will be to work.

Arriving at the address, I could not resist the surprised exclamation - a few days ago there was an old administrative building here. True, the people worked little - most of the staff moved to a new location.

  • Sergei, are you sure that we are at the right place?
  • For all 100, Th, blind - von sign, Igrolab.
  • Exactly, just somehow ofigel a bit - recently, there was nothing like that.

Swat only insinuatedly said nothing and shrugged his shoulders, confidently headed for the entrance. Behind the massive door, in the hall - a fashionable and expensive repair, a turnstile and several guards at the entrance. Finding out who we are and having written in the magazine, we were given two plastic badges.

  • Figasse, solid here, and San?
    Now I was shrugging my shoulders - what can I say? Apparently, a serious office, if in such a short time managed to make repairs and acquire hired personnel. So, throwing nothing meaningful phrases, we got to the right office. The door jerked open and a middle-sized fellow with disheveled hair darted out of her, and swearing followed him:
    "Kostya, once again, your mother, this will happen again ...!"
    We exchanged glances with Swat and, silently furious, crossed the threshold.

The owner of the office, seeing us cut off his tirade and adjusted his tie.

  • Excuse me, we solve some corporate issues. Come in, sit down. Alexander, Sergey? My name is Vitaly Semenovich, you can just Vitaly. Are you our testers?
    "Well, not yet," I answered.
  • Yeah, we'd have to read papers and sign at the beginning, - this is Swat put in his five cents. He generally never experienced any piety before his superiors.

The employer, a tall, dark-haired man of middle age and pleasant appearance, smiled and gestured to sit on the leather chairs.

  • Yes, yes, sorry, it's just that in the last few days everything is going at such a pace ... I ask, here are your contracts. He handed us the papers. "However, before you go on to study them, let me say a few words." In fact, the beta test has already been passed, in fact, we are preparing to launch, with simultaneous advertising in all available locations. We want to make a splash.

  • Let me, but why do you need testers then? Moreover, the promised amount exceeds the wildest expectations, and even the equipment? - I was surprised.

  • The thing is that before me the project was managed by another person, and I was not used to rely on serious issues at random. My bosses do not want to postpone the start-up period, but if something goes wrong, I'll get on the cap. Hence the desire to keep a hand on the pulse and in the shortest possible time eliminate the slightest shortcomings, if any. And for you everything will not be so easy - the terms of the contract include the point at which you are required to play in DeepSpace for six months. And there will be no admin accounts and other life-saving gizmos. You are ordinary players, but at the same time, also my eyes and ears in the game. All negative statements in terms of the impossibility to pass this or that quest, get into any location - should cause you a persistent desire to check it.

Therefore, for today we will finish our meeting, you will take the contracts with you and study them carefully. Now you will pass a mandatory medical examination. And tomorrow, at the same time, if you do not change your mind, they will come to you to install equipment and then sign the contracts.

Leaving the building, I turned to Swat:
"Well, what kind of thoughts?"

  • Yes, no. What is there to think about - I'll come home, sign a piece of paper and wait for the capsule. And what's wrong with that?
  • I do not know, somehow all through one place - beta already was, contracts at once have not signed, it is turbidly something.
    "Throw it, San, not paranoia." It can be seen that the office is solid, everything is nishtyak.
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