The following text, alleged to come from either one of the Zork games or possibly the original Adventure, brings me back to the original romance of programming

The following text, alleged to come from either one of the Zork games or possibly the original Adventure, brings me back to the original romance of programming I felt years ago. Reminds me of all-nighters with my classmates in college, death march projects back at my first job, and so much more. I wanted to be one of the Implementers. *Not one of the headless ones... Tomb of the Unknown Implementer This is the Tomb of the Unknown Implementer. A hollow voice says: "That's not a bug, it's a feature!" In the north wall of the room is the Crypt of the Implementers. It is made of the finest marble, and apparently large enough for four headless corpses. The crypt is closed. There are four heads here, mounted securely on poles. There is a large pile of empty Coke bottles here, evidently produced by the implementers during their long struggle to win totality. There is a gigantic pile of line-printer output here. Although the paper once contained useful information, almost nothing can be distinguished now.