"Hey, hey, I'm here to make you cry."
I'm keying into our mailbox by the front gate to our apartment. It's snowing, and blowing around, but it's not frigid and I'm in a pretty good mood. Our house in Michigan is finally for sale. My son seems to be making friends at school.
"I designed a game."
"You, designed a game?"
"And...you want me to read it?"
"Fuck no. I put it up for sale on itch.io. I'm already making money, man."
"It's good too. I'll text you a code to get it for free."
"How long have you been working on Azathoth? Over two years? And Traverser for four years?"
"You published a game to show me I'm a loser?"
"To motivate you."
[If you're a patron, see here for a link to download Optasm's game for free.]