"That's me. Sat in the corner. In the dark. Waiting for the party to finish before cleaning up after everyone. Never a thank you, and if I try to mingle people avoid me.
It's alright for the character classes - they're dangled in front of people like shop mannequins, enticing them in to spend the shinies.
Dungeon levels - come on out. Player housing... Stronghold... Big big cities.. all glittery and gold.
Even George Ziets.. sigh. I dream of being George Ziets.
But no. I'm not something to stick on a glossy front cover. I'm not going to make anyone pledge more money. So I'm just left in the corner, watching the mound of things to do grow larger and larger.
'We don't need you anymore' someone says, cruelly. 'Let the community do it!'
*sniff*
Their heart's in the right place, I'm sure. Some poor gamers who think even my job is glamorous. They'll see.
It's often the same story. 'Nice game', they say, 'shame about the bugs'. 'Shame about the lack of polish'. 'Just needs a bit more work'. My fault.
That's me. QA.
No-one loves me.
Please don't forget about me."