On Prefabric #3, The ‘Why?’ and the Answer

I released a game, and I told no one about it.

It sort of feels wrong at the first glance, right? Having to work on an experience that you think is cool, for a considerable amount of time. Sacrificing the precious after-work hours in which you could play games, watch Netflix, solve the Rubik’s cube, stare at the ceiling etc. Basically anything that doesn’t include kicking the disciple switch on and make yourself feel a little bit more miserable for the evening. You think it’s worth it, worth the pain, in the end. This is a marathon and you have to force yourself sometimes. You dream of that release button, followed up by positive and encouraging player comments on the bottom of the page, maybe some coverage on press websites. Of course you’d be sharing that store page pretty much everywhere, right? That’s the result of your two year’s hard labor. If you don’t, why did you make the game, then?

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“Karşıdan karşıya iki tarafa da baktıktan sonra geçerken kafana uçak düşmesi gibidir yetişkinlik.”

“Kusra bakma seni buraya böyle getirdim.”

“Yoo estağfurullah evladım.”

“Ama, yani, bilemem lazım. Bilmem lazım ve sen aslında tek kişis–”

“Anladık, tamam” diye sözümü kesti yaşlı adam. Sadece nefes almak bile zorluyormuşçasına yanaklarını şişirdi, sonra sandalyede arkasına yaslanıp gözlerini yanan şömineye çevirdi. “Sor bakalım.”

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