Unreliable Narrator
ere I sit, on the floor of my apartment surrounded by cardboard boxes and bubble wrap. The Ghost Of Game Development Future has delivered me some next-gen devkits. By the time you read this, they will be current-gen devkits. It is impossible to overplay the ‘worst birthday present ever’ vibes of receiving a devkit. That time you got a remote control car, but no batteries? When your uncle bought you but you had a Sinclair Spectrum? A devkit is worse than that. They promise so much – the future of game development! But they can’t play retail games. So you unwrap, you assemble, you plug in. There are hums and bleeps! And then… you can look at some menus, perhaps check MAC addresses? That’s it. If you want to see anything more, you need to actually go and code a game. So right now I am sat with my new toys and a lot of empty silence. To fill it, I start talking to my kits:
