Indie Game Quotes

The soundtrack should be a lilting indie affair; equal parts hopeful and with a broken, bittersweet lyric hook that makes your heart hurt for some unknown reason. But instead it’s scored by the 1980s hair metal I found in an incriminating iPod playlist titledGym. “You seriously got those abs while listening to Poison and Bon Jovi,” I crow, and he can’t deny it. It’s just us, windows down, stereo cranked, the road curling in front of us like a tongue.

Indie game developers couldn’t just slap their games on Steam and call it a day, though: they needed to get Valve’s explicit approval. This was a problem. Barone didn’t know anyone at Valve. He didn’t have any publishing contacts.

documentaries Indie Game: The Movie, directed by James Swirsky and Lisanne Pajot, and GTFO, directed by Shannon Sun-Higginson. I read Indie Games by Bounthavy Suvilay after I finished writing, and it’s a beautiful book for those looking to see how artful games can

The trick to realize that the boys who talk so much about being rejected that it seems like the’re proud of it aren’t necessarily sweeter or more sensitive than the Bababooey-spouting frat bullies who line up at clubs like SkyBar to run game on girls they want to date rape. There are plenty of nerds who fear women and aren’t sensitive, despite their marketing; they just dislike women in a new, exciting way. Timid racists aren’t sensitive because they lock their car doors when they see a black person on the street. They’re just too scared to get out of the car and shout the “N” word. Fear can be the result of admiration, or it can be a symptom of contempt. When I see squeamish guys passing over qualified women when they’re hiring for a job, or becoming tongue tied when a girl crashes their all-boy conversation at a party, I don’t give them credit for being awestruck. They’re reacting to the intimidating female as an intruder, an alien, and somebody they can’t relate to. It’s not a compliment to be made invisible.

The Swedish indie scene is a narrow subculture kept alive by a small number of enthusiasts. Fifteen people in a basement in Skövde doesn’t sound particularly glamorous, but if someone in the future decides to track down the roots of the Swedish indie game scene, he or she will probably discover a programmer meet-up just like this one.

If you would be wealthy think of saving as well as getting: The Indies have not made Spain rich because her outgoes are greater than her incomes. Women and wine, game and deceit make the wealth small and the wants great.

Blood, Sweat, and Pixels: The Triumphant, Turbulent Stories Behind How Video Games Are Made, by Jason Schreier; Masters of Doom: How Two Guys Created an Empire and Transformed Pop Culture, by David Kushner; Hackers: Heroes of the Computer Revolution (specifically the section on Sierra On-Line), by Steven Levy; A Mind Forever Voyaging: A History of Storytelling in Video Games, by Dylan Holmes; Extra Lives: Why Video Games Matter, by Tom Bissell; All Your Base Are Belong to Us: How Fifty Years of Video Games Conquered Pop Culture, by Harold Goldberg; and the documentaries Indie Game: The Movie, directed by James Swirsky and Lisanne Pajot, and GTFO, directed by Shannon Sun-Higginson. I read Indie Games by Bounthavy Suvilay after I finished writing, and it’s a beautiful book for those looking to see how artful games can be.

Grandma, he had often wanted to say, Is this where the world began? For surely it had begun in no other than a place like this. The kitchen, without doubt, was the center of creation, all things revolved about it; it was the pediment that sustained the temple. Eyes shut to let his nose wander, he snuffed deeply. He moved in the hell-fire steams and sudden baking-powder flurries of snow in this miraculous climate where Grandma, with the look of the Indies in her eyes and the flesh of two warm hens in her bodice, Grandma of the thousand arms, shook, basted, whipped, beat, minced, diced, peeled, wrapped, salted, stirred. Blind, he touched his way to the pantry door. A squeal of laughter rang from the parlor, teacups tinkled. But he moved on into the cool underwater green and wild-persimmon country where the slung and hanging odor of creamy bananas ripened silently and bumped his head. Gnats fizzed angrily about vinegar cruets and his ears. He opened his eyes. He saw bread waiting to be cut into slices of warm summer cloud, doughnuts strewn like clown hoops from some edible game. The faucets turned on and off in his cheeks. Here on the plum-shadowed side of the house with maple leaves making a creek-water running in the hot wind at the window he read spice-cabinet names.

It was a damned near-run thing, I must admit,' said Jack, modestly; then after a pause he laughed and said, 'I remember your using those very words in the old Bellerophon, before we had our battle.' 'So I did,' cried Dundas. 'So I did. Lord, that was a great while ago.' 'I still bear the scar,' said Jack. He pushed up his sleeve, and there on his brown forearm was a long white line. 'How it comes back,' said Dundas; and between them, drinking port, they retold the tale, with minute details coming fresh to their minds. As youngsters, under the charge of the gunner of the Bellerophon, 74, in the West Indies, they had played the same game. Jack, with his infernal luck, had won on that occasion too: Dundas claimed his revenge, and lost again, again on a throw of double six. Harsh words, such as cheat, liar, sodomite, booby and God-damned lubber flew about; and since fighting over a chest, the usual way of settling such disagreements in many ships, was strictly forbidden in the Bellemphon, it was agreed that as gentlemen could not possibly tolerate such language they should fight a duel. During the afternoon watch the first lieutenant, who dearly loved a white-scoured deck, found that the ship was almost out of the best kind of sand, and he sent Mr Aubrey away in the blue cutter to fetch some from an island at the convergence of two currents where the finest and most even grain was found. Mr Dundas accompanied him, carrying two newly sharpened cutlasses in a sailcloth parcel, and when the hands had been set to work with shovels the two little boys retired behind a dune, unwrapped the parcel, saluted gravely, and set about each other. Half a dozen passes, the blades clashing, and when Jack cried out 'Oh Hen, what have you done?' Dundas gazed for a moment at the spurting blood, burst into tears, whipped off his shirt and bound up the wound as best he could. When they crept aboard a most unfortunately idle, becalmed and staring Bellerophon, their explanations, widely different and in both cases so weak that they could not be attempted to be believed, were brushed aside, and their captain flogged them severely on the bare breech. 'How we howled,' said Dundas. 'You were shriller than I was,' said Jack. 'Very like a hyena.

Success is in the Context of Time, Space and Scale Pyaasa was a haunting film but unlikely to appeal to a generation that doesn’t think too much of black-and-white photography, poetry and romantic losers. Bjorn Borg could never win Wimbledon with his old wooden Donnay racket in today’s era where over-sized rackets generate such tremendous speed and power. Batsmen who were told to ‘give the first hour to the bowlers’ in a Test match would discover there are only twenty minutes left thereafter in a T20 game. Alternately, sloggers who routinely clobber the ball over cow corner may not have managed too many against the four-pronged West Indies pace bowling attack. Eventually, it is about giving the consumers what they want and those requirements may have changed.

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One legend has it that Ferdinand was himself right in the middle of a chess game when Christopher Columbus approached the court with his plan to sail west in search of the Indies; at that moment, victory came to Ferdinand on the chess-board, putting him in such a good mood that he quickly approved Columbus’s request.

We might not win the game tonight, but we’d made them our bitch.

Do you remember what I always told you going into a big game when you were growing up?” How could I forget? “Play the game like you love it, and the rest will fall into place.

Aren’t you forgetting something?” His handsome face took on a confused expression. “Am I?” “Pretty sure this is the part where you ask for my phone number.” Jenner dragged a hand down his face. “Right. Sorry. A pretty girl says she’s coming to my game, and my brain shuts down.

I’d almost forgotten what a feisty girl you are.” “Let me come, Jenner,” I begged. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he crooned. “You’re going to come plenty.” “You’re talkin’ an awful big game for someone who has failed to take action,” I shot back, breathless. “You want action?” Jenner practically snarled. “Maybe too many years out of practice, and you’ve forgotten how to please a woman.” I let a little sass leak into my tone. “You’re going to pay for that.” “And yet, you’re still talkin’.

How can I get a lot of good reviews on a mediocre book?” isn’t a legitimate question. Sorry, we can’t answer that one — not in a way that’s strategic rather than tactical, and not in any remotely intelligent way when considering the long term. Everything you’re about to read is within the booksellers’ guidelines and in no way amounts to gaming the system.

Being indie means being artistic and finding your own eccentric identity. The name of the game for being an indie kid is to never admit you are one. If you do, it goes against your beliefs against labeling, thus making you a hypocrite.

Maddox made a point of saying he was done with games, but in reality, he’d laid down a challenge. Maybe he was playing hard to get after I’d rejected him too many times, wanting me to experience how it felt to beg.

The game was my life. I wasn’t just going to accept that a bad hit into the boards was the end if there was still a chance I could lace up again. I knew I was an old dog and the window was closing on my career, but in my mind, it wasn’t closed yet. I wasn’t giving up.

The career of Maddox Sterling had been reduced to a bum knee taking him out of the game for good.

Watching her walk way was the first time I realized something mattered more. Hockey might’ve been my first love, but Bristol was my forever. I was sure of it. She would still be there when the game I loved became a distant memory.

I need to give myself some space away from the game to sort out my life. To become the man who is worthy of you.” “I never said you weren’t worthy.” “You might not have, but it’s true just the same. It wasn’t right for me to put you in that position. To expect you to fill the void in my life. And I need to get my head right so that something like last night never happens again.

I would have sold my soul to play just one more game. Because that’s what the game was to me—a part of my soul, an essential part of my identity.

No business plan survives contact with customers.

Él le coge la mano a la chica y la besa. Le dice algo encantador, la hace reír. Es esa clase de momento en el que desearías pulsar el botón de pausa y comprar lo que te estén vendiendo, sea lo que sea. La felicidad. Una vida mejor. El lápiz de labios rojo, esas gafas de sol. La banda sonora debería ser una melodía indie, en parte alegre y esperanzada, pero con una letra agridulce que te provocara, sin saber por qué, una punzada de dolor.

Indie gamedevs are friendly and supportive, envy and teasing should not belong to our community, nor be a cause of suffering.”63

1.5.4  Smaller Budgets Can Build Bigger Games

Chase your dreams till they get tired of running away. Just take care of yourself and your family along the way, because once the first dream is captured there will be more to follow.

Trying and failing feels bad. Never trying and watching someone else succeed feels worse.

Now, why do people separate games into AAA and indie titles in the first place? What is it that creates this two-way split between two seemingly arbitrary groups? Some people might think that it’s because the two have entirely different pricing models. However, some AAA titles are cheap or even free (Hearthstone, for example.)

Be careful what it is that you truly want in your life, because you’re likely to get it.

A dreamer is one who can only find their way by moonlight, and their punishment is that they see the dawn before the rest of the world.

Launching an indie game is like—I just picture a lonely dude in a party hat and a folding chair,” said Dowling. “A single confetti falls from the ceiling.

I cannot forget the sense of disbelief that prevailed all over Pakistan after India won the final. Neither can I forget the eerie silence that descended over Karachi that evening as realisation set in that Indians were now the world champions in a sport which was the greatest passion for Pakistanis. It was as if Pakistan had gone into mourning! Within a few months, however, the Pakistani media had recovered its bravado and was waxing eloquent on the theme that the Indian victory over the mighty West Indies in the World Cup was proof that cricket was a game of glorious uncertainties.