A scribble that happened at work, where I am part of a great team.

Fabi is the tank. He deals with incoming requests from all sorts of places and covers our collective tails so we don't have to worry about them.
Fabian is the controller. He deals with DevOps, infrastructure and other things while also getting some coding done.
Robert is the damage dealer. He is the one who gets most of the actual work done.
And I, I am the healer. I make sure that the code stays healthy, preaching practices such as Clean Code and Code Reviews, while also getting in there and cleaning up things left and right between tasks.

So, what's the scythe for?

Well, you see, at times I come across patches of old code that are _really_ messed up. And when I do, I like to spend some quality time over there with my coding-weapons, variable genocide plans, and enough bug killer to land me on a government watch list (again), violating the spirit of this spiritual code on many levels. I am keen on turning any such nightmare zone into healthy code, and I'll slash, but and/or happily murder so many classes to accomplish it!