Your post was friendly, beginning with in an innocent Hey Cudder and ending with a cheers. But in between the key presses that emanated that text your blood was pumping. Your face was red. Your eyes were focused and your fingers moved with dedicated purpose. When you read cudder-sama's post, something within you broke. Something precious. Your investment in your project and your ego as a eipc coder was threatened. It clicked and you had to retaliate towards the psychological threat. Level it to the ground with a well prepared post. You composed it. You kept it professional. But between the lines, you delivered the attacks that your wounded spirit required. You put your attacker in its place. You recovered your presumed title. You proved your competence. And most importantly, you re-validated your investment in the project that lies so closely to your heart and your identity. And you did it all by typing out a paragraph in a text box.