We’ve been distracted of late, there have been emerging factions in this battleground once populated by geeks and nerds vying for ultimate, sweaty, bifocal supremacy.

Some don’t know how much the war has changed, before this industry became mainstream, before it was seen as a vehicle for social change, before it was so insanely profitable, when there was less murkiness and outside elements.

Do not get confused, I am not lamenting the good old days, for there is nothing more pure, nothing more insufferable than raw, unfiltered neckbeard enerjohns and their waves of intellectual absolution, their smug sense of superiority over the most mundane and inconsequential manifestations of logics and illusion.

And the worst part is, these smarmy little fucks, a small select chosen few are actually kind of good at what they do, and they’re actually somewhat right about a thing here and there amidst all the insufferable self fulfilling horse shit they spew.

Since the inception of this industry we have thrown ye insufferable neckbeards in cages, we have sheltered their toxic radiations from connecting with the user base, they have been muzzled and cast to the voids where they belong, whips cracked upon them where they can conjure the secret sauces in relegated areas where they can do no harm to the populace at large. 

Everything has been done in an effort to minimize their toxic ooze from tainting mankind short of removing them entirely from the process of generating the SeaCrit sauce.

And as much as I despise the neckbeard, as much as I hate the smarm and the hubris of these whiney shits, I must surrender to the fact that I too am a neckbeard. And maybe this makes me even worse, even more insufferable, because I don’t think I’m quite as bad. I like to imagine myself as the “Blade” of neckbeards, because I can step out into the sunlight, I can perceive things from the average viewer’s perspective, that retarded idiot that just wants mindless slop down their gullet, wants those lofty dopamine hits of moral superiority, is easily shamed and mocked into obedience (ok, that’s not us, but just go with me here).

We are half neckbeard, half retard. All of their strengths, neckbeard enerjohns, retard strength, and none of their weaknesses. A gamedev that obsesses not just higher end systems and mechanics, but also wants those playable by the plebs at large, and doesn’t seek to  gatekeep fun behind arbitrary difficulty checks like gear requirements or dark souls difficulty straight out of the gate.

I don’t want to horde gamedev, I don’t want to gatekeep anyone, in fact in my mind, like blade, we hunt down these insufferable fucks, and eliminate them for the greater good of humanity.

The beauty of Gamedev has been shackled, and tied to the cave in which the neckbeards quable. And that’s a damn shame, because gamedev is just so pure, it’s just creative expression paired with curiosity and raw enjoyment of experiencing things are new. And anyone looking to gatekeep that from anyone in my mind is no hero, even from the wretched neckbeards, because it is their secret sauce that makes it beautiful.

What a weird fucking blog.

So anyway, that was my attempt at making it poetic that I think POE 2’s devs are up their own ass and I’m going to try to make a more inclusive game that’s more fun. NECKBEARD FIGHT! (Not that they have any reason to think I exist XD)

God damn do I miss neckbeard fights! Remember how Blizzard and Valve were at each others’ throats and the Dota 2 Debacle, and both companies were at war with one another and in that termoil and hate we got some of the BEST FUCKING GAMES EVER!? Dota 2, World of Warcraft, Team Fortress 2, Heroes of the Stoarm (JUST KIDDING WHAT A BAG OF BALLS!).

God damn. We’ve really dropped the ball in recent years. And I get it, I hate neckbeards MORE THAN FUCKING ANYONE, but I also respect that they are integral to the secret sauce.

We need to stop being so destructive to creative mediums, and put these unicorn neckbeards back in the drivers seat where they belong… a drivers seat 20 yards below sea level, in a cage, shackeled to a desk with a muzzle on them. BUT EMPOWERED TO MAKE THE SECRET SAUCE YOU DIP SHITS! WTF ARE YOU EVEN DOING!? It’s not fucking rocket science, video games come from fucking neck beards.

How fucking up it’s own ass has this industry become?

Per usual, wish I had the free time and energy to articulate these notions as well as I would like to, but hoping for a busy day working on the actual project, WE ARE SO CLOSE TO A NEW BUILD! Actually no I take that back, this blog came out pretty good! I’m very happy with how we navigated this discussion and were able to communicate a healthy level of spite and respect simultaniously. All you other shit heads could learn a lot from this blog.