I Have a Home in Azeroth

In the dead of night, in an office building, programmer Lin Yun, with huge dark circles under his eyes, was relentlessly typing away at his keyboard. He hadn't slept for three days and three nights. He was utterly exhausted from trying to finish this PowerPoint presentation before tomorrow's meeting. Just as he took a sip of coffee, intending to rouse himself to continue the "battle," a sharp pain suddenly shot through his heart.

With a muffled groan, Lin Yun collapsed onto the desk. "Damn capitalists! I..." These were his last thoughts before his consciousness faded.