It was so typical yet still heart breaking, the way he ever so easily up and fled the friendship we had built. Days, weeks, months; filled with summer sun, meaningful conversations and his laughter. Mine, too.
there’s a huge problem in gaming today where people are focusing more on graphics than aethestic, which is really shitty because it leads to all of these awful derivative modern military shooters and games that have no identity. like i don’t really care if you’re able to render the 374th bead of sweat on a grizzled marine’s face, if you don’t have a unique style nobody will remember your game