I have never been directly involved with the creation or publication of any videogame. However, I have backed the following gaming-related Kickstarter campaigns:
Double Fine Adventure
Dragged Away: A Night to Remember
Spaceteam Admiral's Club Relaunch
'Sup, Holmes? Season 3
And previously supported one gaming-related Patreon:
Phil and Spencer
I also follow and am followed by some indie game developers on Twitter, and am friends with a few on Facebook. And given that I am a videogame fan first and foremost, I've been known to sing the praises of the games and developers I like, but I will always endeavor to disclose any relationship (however insignificant) I may have with the people involved with the creation of said game in the event that I write about them. If you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to ask.
I think all this Hotline Miami fan art has gone to my head, because I've been having some seriously fucked up dreams lately.
The first took place on Wednesday night. I dreamt that I was hanging out with Good Guy Greg when he began choking on something. A few of us lined up and started slapping him, Airplane-style, trying to get him to shut the fuck up so we could continue playing poker (note: I just now realized we were playing poker), when finally someone stepped up who had seen a TV show in his life and performed the Heimlich maneuver.
What came out was a bloodied, severed penis.
The latest dream was from last night, where I was sitting in a bar with Conor Elsea and a bunch of random people, and we had just found out that our team had lost Road Rules. (Is Road Rules even something that you win or lose as a team? I have no idea. I bet this guy does.) Anyway, I went to the bathroom, and when I came out everyone in the bar was gone so I headed to my car.
That's when Samit Sarkar appeared and started shooting at me. Motherfucker couldn't hit shit.
Really looking forward to tonight. I'll keep you updated.