Two has become three in a sort of backwards version of that Spice Girls song. Nickenstein is a talented and horribly jaded ex-commercial developer who we’ve known and worked with for the best part of twelve years.
He’s moved into our flat and that, so he comes at the whopping expense of 29p for some extra beans a week – so there was really no good reason not to immediately rescue him and plop him headfirst into Indie development.
Lemmy’s gone into much more detail here.
And you can read Nick’s all-new blog here.
So hooray and all that!
Yay! Woohoo!
This chair is lumpy! I quit! >:(
😀 @ new pink comment guy with his space-y smile!
I spent literally minutes making that. I’ve basically done a token gesture of changing the theme from how it came. Ruin the twitter bird, add stupid comment face, slightly change the header. Job done. 😀
SQUIDLY-DIDDLY-WOOOHOOO!!!
Awesome news all.
Now get back to work you slackers! XD
thats all well and good but when you are selling something its a good idea not to come off as a total twat. Charging people for access to an alpha THEN trashing them for criticizing it makes you a giant gaping vagina. Luckily I wasnt one of the people stupid enough to actually contribute any money and at this point I have no intentions of doing so.
But its a good idea to get a full game out before you start running your mouth.
I have no idea what this has to do with this particular blog bost, but what the hell, I’ll approve it anyway even though this post is a year old and literally no-one will read replies here except me.
For the record, we didn’t trash people who bought our game, we replied angrily to a very specific (small) set of people who almost certainly hadn’t bought our game and even if they had were being (at the very least) deliberately provocative and (more likely) deliberately rude and offensive. Perhaps a couple of people were unfairly caught up in this, and to them, we apologised. But you make it sound as if we make a habit of having a go at all our customers rather than snapping once, when we were at our lowest, after metaphorically being poked in the eye repeatedly by a small number of people.