So for a year or so now I’ve had a bit of an interest in tabletop role-playing games. Been reading blogs, looking at books on Amazon, listening to podcasts of Dungeons & Dragons games. Pretty nerdy stuff. I considered trying to play once or twice before in my life, but never really pursued it. The trigger, I think, came from my recent disdain for Skyrim when I stumbled upon the realization that despite the freedom and non-linearity of the game I couldn’t actually kill important NPCs or really have any overall effect on the world itself. Me and my flame atronach fucking took over the shit out of Markarth, damn it! Gimme my Jarl crown you fuckers!
There exists in game development a question we all see being discussed constantly, that I myself am asked directly fairly often, and whose resolution seems to continually elude us. That question is “How in the name of the Greek god Hades can I stay motivated?” Wording and religious context may differ, but it’s an Alundra-esque conundrum with which nearly all of us struggle. Game development is one of the most involved and protracted creative processes out there. It’s especially daunting for tiny independent devs, who are generally tasked with such a huge amount of work it makes constructing the Death Star seem feasible.