This is where I appologize, this is where I grovel and plead for your forgiveness. I was riled up! It won’t happen again! 

Gosh, how fragile are we any more? I went a little far yesterday, it happens. I’m passionate, sue me.

More than I wish to applogize, I wish you could relate. I wish people could read this blog and instead of thinking, “Boy, IllTemperedTuna sure is off his rocker and a horrible person we obviously have to distance ourselves from”. I really wish you lot knew this struggle, I wish the world at large could relate to the pains that creating these works causes, and the sacrifices and the highs and the lows.

Though I look at blogs like shit fit we had yesterday and I shudder, my heart winces with regret, and I start to fear the repercussions we will suffer at the hands of the machine, at the same time, I am proud of them. I proud that we have the stones to say what we feel, in the open, for all to see. 

We have nothing to hide here, I stand by my convictions. And though I may say words that will sting, it’s a far better and nobler act than to hide away, connive and plot in darkness, and finess an industry towards your hidden motive.

And that’s what makes us different. We sit here in the cold when we’re not running our mouths, we’re smashing our heads against the screen, we’re bloodying our knuckles on the keyboard and wrestling for dear life fighting these hordes of endless bugs, occasionally popping online simply to vent, simply to let loose so we can gather a bit of our sanity back so we can crawl back into the arena.. 

We do not put on a face, we do not temper our character, and mold ourselves to those affirming shapes, and slide in with our ass kissings, and our back scratchings, and our hollow affirmations and the soft and safe bullet points.

It’s beyond sad what has become of this industry. That we are more concerned with profits over play. That we would rather surround ourselves with back scratchers than those who would challenge themselves and those around them to create greater works.

I wish the world had some appreciation, some pride, some honor and decency left in it. Maybe then more people would relate to this blog, maybe then this industry wouldn’t be in such a dilapidated state, maybe then we could find our way back to the light.

We need to find our way back to the path of duty. Duty to our craft, duty to our children, duty to our fellow man. Duty to getting our damned job done.

What are words? Just dust in the fucking wind. Our games our born of our actions, born of our sacrifice.

No more of these subversions. No more twistings of fate, no more of this twisting of the knife. No more being a phony.

Stand for something. Stand for something that you can bleed for. Stand for something you can suffer for. Stand for something you can live for, and in doing so, make the world a better, more humble place, that radiates in the light of day.

It’s time to leave the darkness where we have grown coddled and frail, where simple words broke our bones and our spirits.

Here is the cold truth: Games are not easy to make, they are not fun to make, and indulging ourselves, we have put the entirety of this industry in perilous danger. It’s beyond time we find it in ourselves to mature, and seek a better way, a harder way, but an earnest way.

I don’t know what the future holds. Does anyone? We’re shell shocked, we’re keeping our eyes open for a beaten path, we’re waiting to see what sticks. 

But not in these parts. That’s what I like about just keeping it simple. For us, we were always just about making a good game, the best game we possibly could. We didn’t fake it, we didn’t make concessions, we didn’t waver in our journey, we have trudged unyielding over the years, and now I feel as though we are lightyears ahead while others fall to dust.

And now we are on the threshold. We are on the brink. AND IT IS TERRIFYING. All these words, all these blathers, all this flotsam… with nothing to show for it.

No point harpin’ on it though! We always knew this project would look like miserable failure up until the very moment its value was obvious. We have kept our SeaCrit.

We’re in the Great Unknown! We have a broad unexplored horizon before us! 

Though we can lament what was and could have beens. It doesn’t stave us fighting for a brighter tomorrow. And for all our crazed yearnings and imaginings of where we want to be, this is where the living is done.

Excited to get back to work in SeaCrit!