Game Pieces

about Heads were scratched. Was this real? Montage music came on: time seemed to race forward as a thousand jobs cross faded into each other. Offices were sought. Some devkits were delivered. Meetings were had, plans were drawn up. People called Mags laughed at our finances. Francises, Siobhans, Jonnys and Antons were kidnapped and installed. Rexes were pulped for their design juice and served in whippy cones. B.A. just wouldn't get on a plane, but he did make us a very nifty cart for painting our new office in double-quick time (in pink, yellow and blue). Before we knew it, we had a wall with milestones and tasks and most importantly - we were making a Game. Or at least a prototype of one. And an engine or two. And tools. And art. And tea. And coffee. And good vibes. And the occasional bad vibe, quickly resolved through screwdriver fights, alcohol and jam sessions into Great New Inspirations.