You Don't Get Unhinged Posts Like These In The Regular Software Industry

1989: "Imagine the technological marvels we'll create with computers in 30 years!" 2020: "So I've simulated 1,000 T-Rexes fighting 80,000 chickens. For science." Ah yes, the pinnacle of computing power - dinosaur-poultry warfare. Somewhere in a server farm, a CPU is thinking, "I was designed to cure cancer, but here we are."

After three months of GPU hunting, six crashed websites, and a second mortgage, this guy finally scored a Radeon RX 9070 XT. And what does he do? Tucks it into bed before even installing it. That's not desperation—that's respect for the silicon gods who finally answered his prayers. Tomorrow he'll sacrifice his entire weekend to driver updates and benchmarks while explaining to his partner why they're eating ramen for the next six months. Worth it.

The expectation vs. reality gap of game development hits harder than a segmentation fault at 3 AM. Left side: a developer who's actually in the trenches, surrounded by the dark abyss of endless debugging, shader compilation errors, and that one physics bug that makes NPCs T-pose through walls. Right side: the blissfully ignorant dreamer still high on the fantasy of "I'll just make Skyrim but better" without having written a single line of code. That sunny landscape represents all the cool features they're mentally adding while completely ignoring the 47 dependency conflicts waiting in their future. The 800GB game engine download hasn't even started yet!

The four horsemen of the gaming apocalypse: opening Steam, scrolling through your massive library, realizing you don't want to play any of those games, then closing Steam. It's the same energy as staring into a fully stocked fridge and declaring "there's nothing to eat." Except you paid $3,000 for those leftovers during various sales. And you'll do it again tomorrow.

Left side: John Carmack in his Oculus days, looking like the brilliant but slightly disheveled programmer who could optimize your rendering engine while explaining quaternions over lunch. Right side: Post-Facebook acquisition Carmack, who clearly discovered the secret API that transforms cargo pants energy into executive chic. The function signature must be something like: transform(millions_of_dollars, years_at_meta) . The real optimization algorithm was inside his wardrobe all along. Still has that "I could rewrite your entire codebase in assembly before dinner" vibe though.

Left: Game dev crying because Unity changed their pricing model and now they need a second mortgage to make a 2D platformer. Right: The bearded C++ developer who's been writing their own engine since 2003 and still hasn't released a game, but boy does that skybox rendering look crisp. It's the classic tradeoff - use a commercial engine and get destroyed by licensing fees, or build your own and get destroyed by feature creep. Either way, your game is never shipping.