General of the Limit-Theoretic Grand Army wrote:As night hung over the vast steppes of the Rendering Core, we gathered our troops on an overhang that jutted out above the deep ravine in which the Framebuffer Encampment lay. It was an ugly settlement. Always had been. Probably one of my least favorite. But today...today it would pay the price. For too long has it caused us pain. I leaned my head over the precipice and glared down at hundreds of faraway figures going about their business, my lips curling back with disgust. For too long have we suffered on their behalf.

When we came to this continent a year ago, we had found only a few native tribes. The SFML tribe greeted us warmly, and offered us open trade with their settlements. Their people were clean, well-spoken, and went about their duties with an air of great efficiency. The irrKlang tribe was a bit more reclusive, but didn't cause much of a problem for us. Indeed, they were a noisy bunch, and from time to time we were awoken in the middle of the night by raucous drumbeats hitchhiking on the winds of the cold Renderian night. Annoying, perhaps, but harmless. And then there was the OpenGL tribe. They outnumbered the others by a wide margin. It was clear that we would have to work with them if we were to make a home for ourselves in this land. The GL tribe was primitive but numerous. Ugly as neanderthals and about equally as intelligent, they roamed the lands with a fearsome pride. The GLs were unclean, unpredictable, and, overall, unappealing. You could never really tell what a GL was thinking, nor what it wanted from you, nor what it was going to do next. Although we tried to befriend them to the best of our abilities, the tension never fully subsided. Some GL villages were easier to subdue than others. A few offerings out of their arcane "SuperBible" appeased the more docile settlements. But some remained unfailingly hostile. Global State. Error Handling. And, perhaps the most hostile of all, the Framebuffer settlement. We knew that, sooner or later, something would have to be done. We just didn't know when.

That's what led us to this moment. Poised atop the most tactically-advantageous piece of rock in sight, we savored the crisp scent of the Renderian evening. It was a fine night to be an LT. It would not be a fine night to be a GL. But they did not know. I turned back to face the noble warriors behind me. "I'd give you a pep talk." I paused and let the odd statement hang in the air. "But I know that'd be about as effective as random access on a linked list." They grimaced. "You know what to do. It's what you're best at." These men had ripped code a thousand times before. They did, indeed, know what to do. I grabbed the reigns of my Logitech steed, threw myself over the top, and planted a firm heel in it's side.

We descended upon them swiftly and mercilessly. We slayed the unclean, purged the superfluous, and clarified the ambiguous. We cleansed the sickly, fortified the well-intentioned, and expelled the useless. It was over before it even began. In a matter of hours, we had converted a disease of a settlement into a shining beacon of light - a reminder to all that in simplicity lies power. The remaining GLs - though significantly less numerous than before - were invigorated by this message.

But no victory is free. We lost hours, we lost steeds, and we lost good men. It wasn't the first time. It won't be the last. But we are the LT, and we will not yield until our lands shimmer with cleanliness. And that, my friends, is why each and every one of you should be proud to be an LT.

• Implemented universe connectivity generation
• Implemented jump gates
• Started on porting to linux
• Cleansed the village of Framebuffer
• Upgraded to a significantly more powerful audio engine (irrKlang -> FMOD)
• Implemented basic DSP framework including additive, subtractive, and spectral synthesis, delay, low pass (not relevant to LT, but maybe LT2?)