I mean, I’ve said some mean things about this game, but I’ve said them with my whole chest, with my fucking name attached to them. None of this anonymity with downvotes. At least I stand by my opinion, that this game isn’t a good idea to have been created.
And yet we keep getting downvotes. Come on dev, self-reflection!
And if you didn’t build near water, yeah you did.
While I’m going on and on, three million people aren’t gonna get to play this, cause they died during the pandemic.
No one wants nostalgia for that.
Also the fact that every single comment here so far is panning your game should give you pause.
I suppose what you should reflect on is this: most folks have a favorite video game. What type of people are you courting in the hopes that those people say your game is their favorite? I don’t actually even see a core audience for this. A few people will buy it as a curiosity, but I don’t expect people would log more than an hour or two.
This sounds poorly conceived. It’s not interesting, just tedious and it opens wounds that haven’t even begun to heal.
You spent four years on this? No self-reflection about your audience, or what they would want to play?
Look, the sunk-cost fallacy is a thing. Don’t over-invest in this.
We have the best board games, because of jail.
I apologize for not meeting your preferences.
Just for you, I looked up their rules.
Years.
We saw The Beths opening for Alvvays last night and it was amazing.
“Wait, you got prosopagnosia?”
That’s fuckin’ right, I can’t even find my own wife in the grocery store unless I memorize her outfit.
But every time is the first time I see her and she’s always so goddamn stunning.
Hokay, so.
I’m on HRT and have been for a decade and change. This is real cool, except how basically every interaction with cisgenderedists gets me misgendered, and a hearty “sir” or a flurry of “he/hims” levied my way. I mean, fuck, I can be standing there in knee-high boots, a leather skirt, and a cropped hoodie and I get misgendered as fuuuck.
“So change shit up, motherfucker.”
I do a phone job and my voice is believably feminine in both English and Japanese, which is cool, but something about my real life existence just reeks of masculinity.
Can’t really do makeup cause the structures responsible for processing my face are damaged. I can tell what emotion I’m making, but I can’t perceive enough of my face to draw well on it. Also since I’ve had two strokes, even if I could, I’d prolly do eyeliner wings like a fuckin’ gridiron player.
I got beautiful wavy blonde hair that goes down past my butt, and though I don’t have the manual dexterity to style that really well with buns and braids and such, I can at least try shit other than the basic nape-of-neck ponytail.
Also I’m flat as your average golf course: maybe two discernible bumps, and that’s fuckin’ it. Also I’m ace as fuck so if they were any bigger I’d get real self-conscious about it.
At least I got a fashion sense that makes Square Enix jealous.
I’m gonna figure shit out that works for me, either that or I’m gonna keep on tolerating the injustices of the bastards who never thought to play with the character creator.
Also I guess they want me to add a photo so here you are.
Apologies for my shitty English. It’s fuckin’ terrible.
It is good to see actual photography.