The Phillies first mascot, The Dancing Dutchman and his rat Chauncey.

Made it less boring

I cannot post anything on my side of production besides grey boxes and other evolutionarily jawless fish of level design, but I can recommend Fritz Lang's Metropolis. If you ever needed to sell someone on the virtues of silent film, then I can't think of a better choice.

In the mines reserved for minigames. We want the upcoming project to have a lot of them.

s.p.l.i.t is such a great game

Spent two hours trying to figure out how to make math puzzle minigame scalable only to look down and realize I could just re-use the code from a different minigame except with numbers instead of letters

After turning Word Into Letter I realize I've just made a rudimentary punch card computer

[Will Graham from the hit show Hannibal shaking in a plastic chair during a surprise intervention from his friends after he looked intently at a bug] Hannibal: Veel, we are vorried about yu. Please, tell us vat's vrong Will: Mealworm #57 wouldn't have to put up with this shit

This and some kind of research chemical (The research chemical is a low-intensity injectable stimulant that comes with the side effect of spiking my body temperature, causing me to spontaneously combust in a stuffy paisley shirt)

Worlde spoilers enclosed: Why does it take [first image] but not [second image]? Why does it take [first image] but not [third image]?! This is horseshit

"Cheese it, it's the Garmonbozia Boys!" me: "No, we don't have to be afraid of them anymore!" Jimmy Carter who's legs end at the knee with his face turned upside down on his head: "ToG rUoY eSoN" me: *screaming as I'm morphed into a skin walnut*

Laying the technical foundation of a game keeps you from turning into an oil field worker getting crushed in a well of the derrick that is mid-to-late bug testing is helpful, but has the cost of producing nothing to post

They shouldn't let me on the computer

So busy but I'm still thinking of her

'And that, children, is how the rubber rat epidemic was solved' Adorable stary eyed ragamuffin: 'Did you really get all of them, Ratfinder General?' A squeaking comes from underneath my thrift store suede coat that I silence with a vulgar blow "Yes"