Got a small coffee from the Mud Truck for a dollar today.
Game Design. Gaaame Designnn. Maybe if I say it enough it will spiral into meaninglessness.
I’ve spent so much time talking, thinking, and doing game design in these past weeks that I’m actually actively seeking ways to not do something game-related. A lot of my classmates are thinking similarly, the irony of which is fully apparent to all of us. I spent my childhood on the playground and creating and playing games with my friends. Now I sit in a classroom and design games and am told which games to play as homework. I’m in grad school for the very thing that distracted me from school in the first place. I’ve thought this through multiple times and it still seems utterly bizarre. Perhaps this feeling will wear off. I would actually enjoy having it not. I like to think I have progressed so far in my formal education that I have completely regressed into the very basics.
What have I done so far? Learned enough Processing to make a barebones Pong clone. Made an arguably too-difficult physics platformer. Cobbled together four game prototypes. Played Go, Backgammon, and Chess in class. Playtested classmates’ games. Dived into Game Maker Studio. Argued about the meaning of “game.”
And when I’m not doing these, I’m either cooking, cleaning, eating, walking, drinking, or taking care of other basic human functions. Some of these are harder than they seem.