A new side project that’s just getting off the ground. Have fun with it!
Today’s my last real day at the office. I’m still here, packing up my stuff. It’s sad. I didn’t really think I’d get choked up about it, but I sort of am, and I’m a little glad I’m the only one here right now.
I’m glad I’m leaving. I really am. I just don’t love making games anymore. I love playing games. I love working with many of the inspired people who make games. I love hanging out with friends and cussing and telling lies and drinking beers. Participating in games can involve all of that. I just don’t love the building of it all anymore.
Parting this way, then, is a good thing for me. Now, when I sit down with a game, I can have fun with it. I think it’s strange that I’m giving up a certain aspect of games in order to regain another aspect of them.
Eleven years. Eleven years. Here’s to them, the good and the bad. Thanks for being with me for the past eleven years, even if you weren’t a part of it the whole time, or you were a part of it before I was.
I’m off to write other things now. Things I want to say and stories I want to tell. It’d be great to have you along if you want to listen. I’ll let you know what’s shaping up soon.
Billy Zane will be handling all your musical needs this evening.
Piloting the Intergalactic Spaceship Destroy All Discos to a planet near you.
A better crowd shot than last time, with nifty lights run by Pete, who’s hella good at it.
Travis Bickle will also be taking your song requests.
Don’t go outside. He lives in the bushes near your house and he has a knife that’s all sticky with blood.
Tonight’s hellbound turntable terror brought to you by Caz 10 and achilles, featuring such gems as the Prodigy’s “Out of Space,” Dire Straits’ “Money for Nothin’,” a dark house track layered over with Lo Pan samples, and Dune’s cover of “Who Wants to Live Forever?”
Again, if you’re not into it, the crowd doesn’t care. If you serenade them to a Euro-disco cover of Journey’s “Faithfully,” they will love you for it.
Ladies, line up on the right for make-outs. Guys, hit the road.