Whew boy, we really did it this time


The world is a complex machine. We simple humans would like to believe things are much more simple than they are. There is so much comfort in the big lie.

We have schools so we will be educated, grocery stores so we will eat healthy, game studios that will produce enriching experiences, governments to enact laws and regulations to keep us honest and productive and safe. We have hospitals that will seek to keep us healthy. We are all in this together, we are all working hard and pushing the envelope and keeping one another honest and pushing the hardest working and talented among us to the forefront so we can all bask in our collective goodness as one people.

Boy we sure fucked that up.

So anyway. Had a great conversation out in the wilds for the first time in a long time, caught some blathers with like minded people, and for a brief bit of time, it didn't seem so lonely in this little cave and we got to share a little blather, got to have a group vent and let a load off chewing the fat about what was and when.

But as always, no fun can be allowed. No truth may be spoken. None can be allowed the wrong thoughts, the normalization of speaking our minds must be rooted out at the roots.

I swear I feel like i'm going crazy sometimes


Strange days being a gamedev.

Do we keep going down this rabbit hole? Exposing our thoughts? What are we even doing? Why is everyone so easily offended? Why does everyone feel so at ease striking everyone down? Why does no one stand up to this and have each others' backs? Why have all our vital systems collapsed?

This isn't complicated you jackoffs. That great big hospital building, that game company logo on that structure full of cubicles, those mantles everyone likes to parade around and celebrate. None of those fucking things do anything.

WE THE PEOPLE have the power to make this world a better place, not cold stone, not vapid mirages of grandeur, not these sophomoric circle jerks where the feeble stroke one another's weaknesses with their iron fists.

What happened to the duty that used to be instilled in each of us? The fight to carry the torch of freedom? The grit and work ethic to push hard and do great things. The resolve to fight beyond the bullshit and sieze life by the balls and get done what needs being done.

You can't make an omelet without cracking a few fucking eggs. Gah. Where the hell did all the decent industrious people go? Overrun with douchebags.

I'm losing faith in this world.

So yeah, that's a really fucking weird way of saying I shot my mouth off on the Unity forums and got my threads removed by a the roving bands of subversives that have infested this industry and continue to make our lives a living hell.

What can ya do? Suppose we should try to get a little work done today, not feelin' great, but what else is new?

Better get yo' self together.... pretty soon you gonna be dead.

Get SeaCrit

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