The words are exploding in my fiery brain. It is hot and I see no way of it cooling down.
The music is streaming from the speakers; voices speaking of Jersey and Monkeys? The fog is too thick, I cannot tell.
New York beckons but I have never been there. The Big Apple is untouched.
Well, not really.
I have decided to do some changes to the site though – nothing major – but I’ll probably take down some of the games for the time being. Hopefully I’ll begin to add some games during the coming fall – and I’ll also try to update the site a bit more often.
I’ve currently been working on learning the Unreal Development Kit and what way is better than trying to portray Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Ozymandias? The project is almost done and will be put up for download soon. I’ll post two preview pictures to give you a sense of what is to come.
Here’s a picture from something new I’ve been working on. I don’t really know what it will become…a film? A game?
We’ll just have to see how it turns out.
I was thinking of writing a defence speech to pretentiousness but I am far too tired to do that at the moment.
So, instead, I’ll give you my latest creation.
It’s not a game nor a film.
It is a meaning. A sentence. A feeling. An expression. From me to you – whoever you might be.
Do what you want with it. Start it up and close it down. Look at it. Think of it. Feel it. Save it for a rainy day. It’s all up to you.
A first version of Waiting For The Bus has been released – check it out here!
A picture from my latest game-thingy; a game about waiting for the bus. Or perhaps rather a game about human behaviour. I’ve been working on it a few hours and it should be done soon. Some sounds, a bus and a bit more characters should do the trick.
I have always found the ordinary interesting; a family eating dinner, a parent singing for a child, an elevator ride to work or someone going to sleep.
Perhaps I find it interesting because it is possible to relate to, perhaps because it often deals with people.
The portrayal of this – of the ordinary – is something I truly miss when looking at the game medium. Sometimes people will say things like “no one wants to play an ordinary person going to work and doing some ordinary stuff”. And so that person explains why we like dragons, secret societies, spies and dinosaurs.
Don’t get me the wrong way – I can be a true escapist and really enjoy all of the above. I like going to Pandora and I like going to Jurassic Park.
But.
We must not forget the stories of the ordinary – for they too can be truly inspiring. I think that we must dare – dare to make games about the ordinary. Call of Duty will probably sell more copies than your game about an old man going to sleep – on the other hand will your little game do more for the medium than Call of Duty ever will (unless the next CoD is about preparing for the service in the army; eating the last dinner before you leave home, getting your stuff together, saying goodbye and so on).
So, please, try not to forget about the ordinary – for it can actually be very interesting.
And! I’ve been working on a short game about waiting for the bus. It’s almost done and will hopefully be up soon.
Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine.
- Cemetry Gates (The Smiths)
People are forgotten in games. There are no people in games. Have you seen them? For I have not. Or at least very seldom. Sometimes they rush past me and give me a glimpse of something fantastic. I see something vivid and alive. Something I can relate to. Then, after a short second, they disappear. They are replaced by something. Something that doesn’t touch me. I see numbers and figures. I can count score. I can fail. The people of which I have seen have been transformed into empty shells. They become canisters holding things I do not really care about. I wonder why? I wonder why this vivid vision is taken from me?
Please, stop taking the people from me.
They are interesting. They are the things I care about.
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