Today in Game Design. I won't link the article, as I don't want to give the site any traffic, but today, someone wrote an entirely made up "news article" about the cancellation of our game, the laying off of our staff, and the abandoning of the studio. He claimed some anonymous hacker as a source... I know, right? He said that there is no staff working on the console versions of the game. Man, I kind of wish that were true, shit is mad stressful up in the place right now.
It's weird to have people who don't know you hate you because you're just trying to do what makes you happy and they take exception with that.
I read the article while I was sitting at my desk in my studio staring out the window at the regular flowing past of deer that I assume marks the coming winter. They are... migrating? I dunno what deer do, I am wholly unaware of their ways.
Mommas and babies running by all day, playing, they just accept that there is a Chipotle and Sears, a Greene Turtle... a, uhh, Haircuttery, nearby and make nothing of it.
It's weird to not be able to respond to lies. The internet can make it seem like there is no space between us, but there is an unfathomable gulf between myself and this young person who has declared himself a journalist... despite, I mean, the thing about writing on the internet is anyone can just say what the fuck ever, and you will maybe believe it.
I just let Whoosh record, and watched a youngster bound around while its mother followed, head swinging around, keeping track of everything. She was not at all concerned with the giant glass wall of caged apes staring at her, just like, fucking not even acknowledging that it was happening.
Every few seconds, "VWHOOOOOOOOOOOnnnnnnnn," "SHAGHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHHH."
Making video games, I've learned that it is better to say nothing, you can tell it is better because it is so hard to do, gosh it's so easy to run your mouth.
Because of the way I have lived my life, nothing brings out my misanthropy worse than the internet. I liked it better when we weren't all here.
I realize I have been recording whoosh variations for ten minutes, stop the patch, and wander out of my office to go talk about who is doing what for all the crap you are going to be able to ride around on while you pretend to be an elf or what the fuck ever is your bag.
Programming, design, lore writing, rigging, animation, art, fx, world builders, base poppers, audio, it takes so many people to make an animal run around in a video game. At the end of the day, whatever we make, people are just going to try and figure out how to make it look like they're fucking it so they can show their friends.