The deed is done.

Ugh. It's done. I hate it.

Made for I Can't Write But Want To Tell A Story Jam and in the midst of me making a huge mistake in my personal life (lost my job due to it). This game was built out of desparation. Apparently a coping mechanism I now have is mAkInG gAmEs.

It's not exciting at all. It doesn't even really make sense? It's total trash. The soundtrack is sorta cool though (my first time doing it myself).

This was definitely not a "let's push the boundaries of the medium" game, and more of a "let's try not to get too depressed" game. So. Idk. It's not even artful. It's just — UGH.

Anyway. Deep structure:

It starts with me being very angry with myself, and then getting less angry until I am just tired and rambling. There's some unresolved teenage angst in here too (what fun). 

It was cool making a soundtrack, even if it's just a few ukulele riffs on an untuned uke. 

It's less cool allegedly going on a bender mid-jam, finishing a day early because WHAT IS TIME and not caring enough to make it better because life doesn't matter anyway. Cool cool. 

Um. So yeah. My emotional bandwidth is shot. It's a piece of IF. It could be a lot better. 

Anyway.

Cheers mates!