Not Actually Structless

Ah, the beautiful delusion of aspiring game developers on Reddit. A collage of clueless questions from people who think making the next Fortnite is just a weekend project away. After 15 years in the industry, I can confirm these are the same questions we've seen since the dawn of time: "What laptop should I buy?" (As if hardware is the barrier), "Should I quit my job?" (Yes, because indie game dev pays so well), and my personal favorite: "I'm making an MMO on the blockchain" (Translation: I have no idea what I'm doing but buzzwords sound cool). The harsh reality? The difference between asking "How do I learn game development?" and shipping a game is roughly 10,000 hours of soul-crushing work. But sure, a pacifier and a dream is all you need.

Ah yes, the classic programmer evolution: from "this game is broken!" to "I understand why this game is broken and would probably make the same mistakes myself." Once you've spent hours debugging your own code only to find a missing semicolon, you develop this weird Stockholm syndrome with bugs. You don't complain anymore because you're too busy having flashbacks to your own coding nightmares. It's not forgiveness—it's trauma-based empathy.

The ultimate graphics card rebellion! This stick figure dictator has had enough of hyper-realistic ray-traced games where you can count individual arm hairs in 8K resolution. It's the perfect satire of how we've gone from "graphics don't matter, gameplay does!" to spending $3000 on GPUs just to see realistic water physics that we'll ignore after 5 minutes. The punishment? Back to text adventures and visual novels where your imagination has to do the heavy lifting. No DLSS or frame rate counters—just pure YOU ARE IN A MAZE OF TWISTY LITTLE PASSAGES, ALL ALIKE energy. Somewhere, a hardcore Dwarf Fortress player is nodding in approval.

Ah, the golden era when PC gaming marketing was about as subtle as a segmentation fault. Back when 3dfx was convincing teenage boys that graphics cards weren't just for rendering polygons, but for rendering your social life too. Nothing says "I'm a serious developer" like choosing hardware based on its alleged ability to help you see human anatomy rather than its floating-point performance. The true ancestor of today's "but can it run Crysis?" mentality – except with extra cringe. The PC vs Console war's awkward puberty phase, preserved in all its embarrassing glory.

Ah, the eternal gaming platform war—where everyone's arguing over consoles vs PC when some lunatic throws "mobile is better" into the mix. It's like watching two professional chefs argue about gas vs. electric stoves, and then the intern suggests using an Easy-Bake Oven instead. Both console and PC gamers momentarily stop their religious war to share that rare moment of unity: pure horror at the mobile gaming heresy. Nothing brings enemies together like a common threat to civilization itself.

The great console migration has finally happened. After 7 years of PlayStation loyalty, the frog and his buddies have ascended to PC gaming. Probably took that long just to save up for the graphics cards. The real achievement isn't the hardware – it's maintaining the same friend group for 7 years without someone getting married, having kids, or developing a sudden interest in cryptocurrency.