Down at the crossroads
I haven't programmed in a few months now. I'm going to be rusty as fuck. I may forget it all if I'm not careful. I've been slacking. This after Steve Rolston (, who is an excellent fellow even if he is currently contracted with Electronic Arts,) did two pictures for me, for the game idea Rocket Punks. After another guy named Jeff modeled a rocket for me, but after I was internetless for a short time, and told him I would be, he doesn't seem to answer my emails. (But he did do the work, he sent screens. And I hope everything's good. It's always odd to lose touch with people at no notice.) So, what do I do now? Well, I make games. That's what I do. I began this workblog as a way to keep strict in my work, but that failed. Time to try new impetuous reasons.
So, I have spoken to a bunch of my programmer friends and most of them seemed either cool with the idea of working on something, or at least willing to look at it if/when it got off the ground. The problem I blame myself for. How was I expecting to get myself excited about (re)making Rocket Jockey? It's not 'my' game. It's some else's. Granted it was great, but it's not mine. And I've now noticed that many others are interested in remaking it. One posted twice in my blog and I didn't notice. But that's not something I'm gonna do. Why? Because. I don't want to write Teen Titans, damn it!
Okay, it's a metaphor. Bear with me. I was talking to Steve Rolston a while back. Back when I first asked him about doing some art for me. Recently his pal, Warren Ellis had said he would be good for writing duties on the comic Teen Titans. I told him something to the effect of "Shit man, if I had the shot, I'd write that in heartbeat. And I've never even read the damn book." And he replied "So write it."
Yeah, that Rolston guy's pretty good. Caught me off guard.
But I thought about it, and if I could publish a comic, I wouldn't want to write the Teen Titans. I'd want to write my own comic. Much like Rolstons new comic "Jack Spade & Tony Two-Fist #1" from the Cartoon Militia that hit shelves just recently, I want to do my thing. (Go ask your local comic shop about it. One friend told me their shop had it in the "Manager's picks" section. And deservedly so, damn it.)
I can make a video game. So why make someone elses?
So, I still reason I'd like to use his art down the road. His style is too good to pass up. He probably knew going in that it was a pipedream, but didn't have the heart to break my heart. It's just that lately I've seen some friends of mine going through some tough shit. And knowing I'll soon, again, be internet-less for a week or three as I move, again, I've decided to buckle down and do something. What? Why, I'm glad you asked. Zombie Apocalypse Game, of course.
Y'know, if Eddie read this, he'd kill me and call me "emo."
A quick look:
Rocket Punks : Dead. But good luck to the others.
Volt Man : DOA, I was offline by the time the script was sent, and signed back on months later to find it was kaput.
Office Sitcom To Be Named : Stillborn.
Car Washer & Rock/Paper/Scissors : High Voltage Software never emailed me back about the design position, though the jobs are still posted on their site. I hate the "Don't call us, we'll call you" culture. Ah well.
Zombie Apocalypse Blog : Alive, but slow.
Zombie Apocalypse Game : Alive, and plodding along.
If you know me and you're reading this, I trust you on at least some level. So this post is also a call for help. Especially if you've read this far (or skipped down here.) So IM/email me and help me make this game.
So, I have spoken to a bunch of my programmer friends and most of them seemed either cool with the idea of working on something, or at least willing to look at it if/when it got off the ground. The problem I blame myself for. How was I expecting to get myself excited about (re)making Rocket Jockey? It's not 'my' game. It's some else's. Granted it was great, but it's not mine. And I've now noticed that many others are interested in remaking it. One posted twice in my blog and I didn't notice. But that's not something I'm gonna do. Why? Because. I don't want to write Teen Titans, damn it!
Okay, it's a metaphor. Bear with me. I was talking to Steve Rolston a while back. Back when I first asked him about doing some art for me. Recently his pal, Warren Ellis had said he would be good for writing duties on the comic Teen Titans. I told him something to the effect of "Shit man, if I had the shot, I'd write that in heartbeat. And I've never even read the damn book." And he replied "So write it."
Yeah, that Rolston guy's pretty good. Caught me off guard.
But I thought about it, and if I could publish a comic, I wouldn't want to write the Teen Titans. I'd want to write my own comic. Much like Rolstons new comic "Jack Spade & Tony Two-Fist #1" from the Cartoon Militia that hit shelves just recently, I want to do my thing. (Go ask your local comic shop about it. One friend told me their shop had it in the "Manager's picks" section. And deservedly so, damn it.)
I can make a video game. So why make someone elses?
So, I still reason I'd like to use his art down the road. His style is too good to pass up. He probably knew going in that it was a pipedream, but didn't have the heart to break my heart. It's just that lately I've seen some friends of mine going through some tough shit. And knowing I'll soon, again, be internet-less for a week or three as I move, again, I've decided to buckle down and do something. What? Why, I'm glad you asked. Zombie Apocalypse Game, of course.
Y'know, if Eddie read this, he'd kill me and call me "emo."
A quick look:
Rocket Punks : Dead. But good luck to the others.
Volt Man : DOA, I was offline by the time the script was sent, and signed back on months later to find it was kaput.
Office Sitcom To Be Named : Stillborn.
Car Washer & Rock/Paper/Scissors : High Voltage Software never emailed me back about the design position, though the jobs are still posted on their site. I hate the "Don't call us, we'll call you" culture. Ah well.
Zombie Apocalypse Blog : Alive, but slow.
Zombie Apocalypse Game : Alive, and plodding along.
If you know me and you're reading this, I trust you on at least some level. So this post is also a call for help. Especially if you've read this far (or skipped down here.) So IM/email me and help me make this game.