Friendship Ended With Unity

The bravado of developers who claim they "fear no API" only to cower in terror at the sight of Vulkan is just *chef's kiss*. For the uninitiated, Vulkan is the low-level graphics API that makes even seasoned graphics programmers wake up in cold sweats. It's like saying "I'm great at assembling IKEA furniture" and then being handed the blueprints to build the actual IKEA store from scratch. The documentation alone is thicker than a computer science textbook, and the error messages might as well be written in ancient Sumerian. Meanwhile, OpenGL (referenced in the title) is like the friendly neighborhood graphics API that suddenly looks like a cuddly kitten in comparison.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse: World of Warcraft, beige computer tower, Mountain Dew, and pepperoni pizza. Back when your biggest worry was whether your guild would show up for the raid, not whether your Docker container would deploy correctly. The "work from home" setup before it was mandatory – except you weren't working, you were grinding for epic gear while your parents yelled about the phone line being tied up. Twenty years later and I'm still staring at screens, drinking caffeine, and eating delivery food... just with better resolution and more expensive hardware.

The mummified remains of the last developer who dared to challenge the Linux packaging ecosystem. Flatpak and Steam's unholy marriage has claimed yet another victim trying to make non-Steam games work. For the uninitiated, Flatpak is supposed to be the savior of Linux app distribution—a universal packaging format that works across distros. But try adding non-Steam games to the Flatpak version of Steam and suddenly you're performing digital necromancy with file permissions and sandboxing that would make Dumbledore question his life choices. The corpse in the image? That's just what's left after your 17th attempt at configuring Proton prefixes through three layers of containerization.

OH THE BETRAYAL! The top image shows a gorgeous, character-filled brick house labeled "€5 2000s game+mods" - representing those glorious old games we modded into oblivion until they were MAGNIFICENT BEASTS of gaming perfection. The bottom shows the same house but painted sterile white labeled "€30 remaster" - the overpriced, soulless "improvements" game companies sell us as if they've done something revolutionary. They took our beautifully modded masterpieces, slapped on some white paint, and had the AUDACITY to charge six times more! This is the gaming industry equivalent of replacing your grandmother's secret recipe with store-bought garbage and charging you premium prices for the "convenience." THE HORROR!

Remember when buying a GPU was just an expense and not a second mortgage? In 2009, dropping $500 on a graphics card felt like a splurge. Fast forward to 2025, and you're staring at a $4,799 price tag with the same horrified expression as someone who just found out their entire codebase has no comments. Thanks crypto miners, AI enthusiasts, and whatever unholy alliance of market forces conspired to make rendering pixels cost more than my first car. At this rate, we'll soon be trading organs for ray tracing capabilities.

That special moment when your hackathon teammate suggests combining two buzzwords that have absolutely no business being together. Yes, let's take a game about mining blocks and put it on... wait for it... a blockchain. Because clearly what Minecraft needs is slower performance and a carbon footprint the size of Texas. Next suggestion: NFT pickaxes that cost more than my student loans.