Thank you very much, _why! Circumstances have allowed me to finish my dangerous government position writing simulators for large mechanical engines and resume my exciting devil-may-care life of designing games solo that are so goodbad they ruin other video games for everyone at all times, and destroy the economy because people will only buy my games and not food, so I am prototyping with shoes.
Maybe that's not 'such a good idea'. Maybe that's 'against conventional wisdom'. Maybe I should stick to using Flash like a 'good little game designer'. But maybe, world, just maybe I don't want to go with conventional wisdom! Will Wright and Sid Meier and all the others want me to believe that 'if yew haint wriaghtin yer code in cee plus plus embedding lua or python yer a joke son and if ya haint pratotooping in Flash then yer a bayd joke'. Well, screw you, great video game design gods! I've had enough of your mockery! I can rspec now, and when I do the same thing twice it does the same thing! I've seen things in my ruby-tinted glasses that were they ever in your text editor would devour your soul! So I'm prototyping my First Great Game in Shoes. Hell, I might even release it in Shoes. So call me a maverick, if you will, you stupid world. Because I know that in my heart, I will bring home a shiny trophy with the world right in the center because baby, if you don't aim for the world you ain't going to get Shoes. You aren't going to get Socks. You're just getting Shocks, baby. Shocks right up your spine into the gland in your brain that regulates that tiny mental Atari game that you know your brain is playing right now. And those shocks are installing respect and loyalty for the mass slaughters to come. Slaughters like slaughtering pixels. And physics. And thin veneers of story just put there to protect people from jagged gameplay. And people's money. Oh yes. The money will go straight into my pocket, and I will be able to afford a television and see what the fuss is about, and a brand new loaf of bread! I have seen these things while I sleep, friends – but especially enemies – and for now, I am sleeping in my shoes.
