Last night, I travelled home angry. I nicked a seat on the tube, I bullied stumblebums out of my way; I was generally a bundle of passive-aggressive geekery. Why? Not because my day had been bad or because I’d messed up in the office. It was because the Chancellor (boss) of my Convergence (guild) had kicked me out, after I’d pressed the “mistrust” button on Dreamlords’ rudimentary web interface.
Another day, another dollar.