Prologue — The Bus Factor

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My boss has always said: “Properly document your project! Even if you haven’t finished it yet. You could get run over by a bus at any time. Whoever would inherit your project needs to able to carry on. Vash calls it the Bus Factor.”

“The Bus Factor?! Before I ever get run over by a bus I get to live in an RPG!”

And here I am. I’m actually about to get run over by a bus. I’m very sleepy after an all-nighter of heavy online gaming. I’ve been grinding for my new legendary weapon in the latest MMO installment of a popular JRPG series. A few minutes after midnight I have told myself: just a few more monsters before going to bed. And before I know it my morning alarm already has gone off.

I guess that means no sleep for me today! At least I don’t have anything requiring much brain to do at work.

I’m making my way to work. It’s a cold foggy winter morning. The weather forecast in the radio says something about freezing rain. Suddenly I hear honking. I look up at the traffic lights. They are red. So I have crossed the road with red lights! I’m way too tired for traffic laws. Sleepily I look to my left to apologize. I see a bus rolling towards me. Wait, hasn’t that line of buses been in the local news lately? Something about the local public transport company skipping on maintenance and failing mechanical parts?

Anyway, I’m about to get hit by that bus. It seems like its brakes aren’t properly working. The Bus Factor is real! I guess I owe Vash a smoothie…

Oh, noes! …

But I still have 200 lines of code to refactor and start documenting stuff at all… Why am I thinking of work?! I still need to finish that legendary weapon!

Well, at least I get to sleep now. Maybe I even get to be in an RPG! Prologue to a new life…, at least I hope that is.

I close my eyes preparing for the impact. Please don’t make it hurt so much! And the next thing… I hear… is chirping birds?! And no honking? And no traffic noises! But I can hear rustling in the wind. I must have had a very bad dream! I mean really bad! Dreaming about your own death isn’t a good thing. Maybe I should look for a counsellor. Since it seems the alarm hadn’t gone off yet I can continue sleeping for just a few more minutes.

I feel something touching my nose. I try to grab it to feel what it is. It feels… like leaf? That’s strange! I lough I like sleeping with an open window: my apartment is way over the treetops - it should be impossible for leaves to fall through an open window! Slowly I open my eyes. No ceiling, but treetops come into my view — this is definitely not my room! So did I really die after all? Is this heaven? Or is this hell? Or maybe this is just a lucid dream I’m having while sleeping half-dead in a coma? After all, it does seem like I got run over by a bus.

Slowly, I get up and look around. It seems like I’m a forest. Where could this place be? The current temperature feels like spring in a temperate climate. Let’s check out this place! I look at the leaf that I’m still holding in my hand. While trying to examine it I notice something popping up:

Item: Maple Leaf

What the…