– not meant to rhyme –
I hate it when a game enchants me and I can’t think of anything else.
I hate that there are so many titles, so little time and money that I feel left behind. But also when there seems to be nothing to play.
I hate how I feel frustrated when I suck at a game.
I hate it when you violently push me out of this world while I’m listening to your soundtracks.
I hate the toxic “gamers”, the fanboys, offensive people and the stereotypes. And the marketing teams who (mostly) nurture them and represent the ultimate evil within you.
I hate your exclusives, region blocks, on disc DLC’s, free-to-play-pay-to-win model and “Season Pass” (whatever does that mean).
I hate that you made me change my career in my mid 20’s so I could dedicate my life to making you.
I hate the people with suits and ties and their poisonous obsession with money, when I just want to make beautiful art, some wicked game mechanic, an experience for everyone to live.
I hate it how you make me doubt myself, my creative skills and destroy my self esteem when I get a rejection from videogame studios or publishers for my indie projects.
I hate how work gets so hard, the hours at the studio so long, sometimes feeling pointless. And that even with all that anger I can feel, I HATE how I just go back to you.
But I hate it that I can’t stop. Because I know this is my profession, this is who I am. And that the heroes in your games would never ever give up.
Oh and I specially hate that either playing you or creating you, you just make me stay awake until the sun is rising.
