Name The Game That Never Got A Sequel

BETHESDA STUDIOS, I'M BEGGING YOU! Stop re-releasing Skyrim and give us a new Elder Scrolls already! The audacity of rejecting a new game (TES VI) to instead milk every last septim out of Skyrim (14 years old) and now they're digging up MORROWIND (20 years old)!? I've bought Skyrim on more platforms than I've had relationships! At this point, Todd Howard could sell me a sweet roll in real life and I'd probably buy that too. THE HORSE ARMOR WAS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE MADNESS!

The indie game dev experience in one perfect image. While everyone else is labeled "ME" doing all the visible work, there's that one poor soul circled in blue labeled "ALSO ME" clinging to the back of the car for dear life. That's your sanity hanging on by a thread while you try to be a one-person game studio. "I'll just wear all the hats," you said. "How hard could it be?" you asked. Now you're simultaneously the coder fixing bugs, the artist tweaking pixels, the marketer crafting tweets, and somehow still your own worst enemy sabotaging the whole operation with feature creep. The vehicle is somehow still moving forward though, so... success?

The perfect encapsulation of game developer paranoia! When someone asks about their game's progress, they immediately assume the person has heard some terrible news. That nervous smile says it all - "My game is totally fine and definitely not a buggy mess held together by duct tape and prayers! Why? Did GitHub leak my commit messages about the physics engine being 'temporarily' disabled since 2021?" This is the digital equivalent of responding to "How are you?" with "Why? What have people been saying about me?!"

You just spent 72 hours building the most gorgeous side project of your ENTIRE LIFE, and you're bursting with excitement to show someone—ANYONE—who will appreciate your genius. But then reality hits like a segfault: your non-programmer friends will just nod politely while their eyes glaze over, and your family will ask if you can fix their printer now. The tragic existence of a developer is having nobody who understands why your perfectly optimized algorithm or that slick UI animation deserves a standing ovation. So there you are, desperately trying to show your masterpiece to people who think "backend" is a compliment about jeans.

The digital equivalent of stealing a car only to realize you've just taken the keys. Copying a game shortcut is the peak of childhood tech optimism, followed swiftly by the crushing reality that shortcuts are just pointers, not the actual files. It's like trying to drink coffee from a photo of a mug. The blank stare of disappointment when you double-click that white icon at home is a rite of passage that's created more future IT professionals than any computer science degree.

Epic Games has mastered the art of buying developer loyalty through free games instead of, you know, actually making their platform good. Everyone's thrilled to claim free AAA titles every week, but the second they're asked to actually purchase something? Crickets. Tumbleweeds. The sound of wallets snapping shut. It's basically the digital equivalent of a grocery store giving out free samples—everyone loves the guy with the toothpick tray, but nobody's buying the frozen lasagna. Epic's entire business model relies on Fortnite whales funding their "charity work" of giving us free games while they desperately try to compete with Steam. Spoiler alert: having a shopping cart feature actually matters. The irony? We're all complicit. We've got libraries full of Epic games we'll never play, but hey, they were free. Meanwhile, Steam gets our actual money because it has features invented after 2005.