I Still Count It As A Win

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!

Behold! Someone just casually opened their desk drawer like it's a treasure chest from the gods themselves, revealing enough RAM sticks to run a small data center. We're talking HyperX, Corsair, G.Skill, T-Force—basically every premium brand known to humankind, all color-coordinated and organized like they're preparing for the RAM Olympics. Meanwhile, the rest of us are out here downloading more RAM from sketchy websites and praying our 8GB stick doesn't give up during a Chrome session with three tabs open. This person literally has a DRAWER. A WHOLE DRAWER dedicated to RAM modules. They're probably using it as a coaster collection at this point because what else do you do when you have more memory than memories? The sheer audacity of flexing a RAM drawer while some of us are still running on hopes, dreams, and 4GB of DDR3 is absolutely unhinged. Pure hardware royalty energy right here.

When your game physics engine is so complex that a virtual police officer's toe can break the space-time continuum. Somewhere, a physics programmer is having flashbacks about collision detection and wondering if they should've just made the cop's feet rectangular hitboxes instead. The beauty of game development: spend years creating an immersive VR experience only to have it derailed by a single appendage. This is why we can't have nice things in software—one misplaced pixel and suddenly you've created a wormhole that crashes everything. Imagine the debugging session: "So what's causing our global softlock?" "Um... Officer #42's left pinky toe, sir."

The perfect visual metaphor for gamedev codebases everywhere. Like the Cat in the Hat, your code is juggling fish, cake, books, and milk while somehow not collapsing into a heap of runtime errors. Nobody knows how it works. Nobody dares refactor it. One wrong move and that delightful game experience turns into a stack trace from hell. But hey, as long as the players are having fun, who cares if your inheritance hierarchy looks like a family tree from medieval royalty? Ship it now, clean it never. The first rule of technical debt club.

THE AUDACITY of young me declaring "I don't need math, I'll just make video games!" only to later discover that game development is LITERALLY a mathematical hellscape! 😭 Fast forward to the soul-crushing reality where Unity, OpenGL, C++, and every other game dev tool are CACKLING at your mathematical ignorance. They're all just sitting there like "Oh honey, you thought you could escape VECTORS and MATRICES? That's adorable!" Game physics? MATH. Graphics rendering? MATH. Character movement? MATH. It's math all the way down, you poor, delusional child!

The AUDACITY of JavaScript haters when Lua developers are RIGHT THERE! 😱 Lua devs sitting in the corner with their 1-indexed arrays and "nil" instead of null, nervously sweating and praying nobody notices their quirks while everyone's busy roasting JavaScript. It's like watching someone get away with murder while the cops are distracted by a jaywalker. The side-eye is INTENSE because honey, when your language is primarily known for Roblox and WoW addons, maybe don't throw stones from your glass gaming engine!