Chapter 48: No Strings Attached
That night, I locked myself in my room, my laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard. For the first time, this wasn’t just some idle fantasy or a passing thought—I was actually making plans.
"This is real," I muttered under my breath, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear.
I wasn’t just dreaming anymore. I was doing.
First, I began making research on everything... game engines, development teams, funding, legalities. I went deep into forums, watched interviews with game developers, noted down every mistake failed companies had made.
A game wasn’t something I could create alone. I needed programmers, artists, sound designers. But before that, I needed a concept.
I grabbed a notepad and started scribbling ideas. What kind of game did I want? A shooter? An open-world RPG? Something revolutionary? I had played every type of game imaginable, but what would make my game different?
I spent hours at my desk thinking. At some point, I caught myself acting like I was in an interview, explaining what my game was really about to myself.
I thought about everything, what players loved, what they hated, the kind of worlds that pulled people in and didn’t let them go.
A competitive shooter, but with deep world-building. A realistic story mode where there was no limit to what a gamer could do, where even the NPCs had lives of their own, reacting to the player’s actions in ways that actually mattered.
The ideas flowed nonstop. And at some point, exhaustion took over. My head rested on the desk, the notepad still open, pen loosely clutched in my hand as I drifted off.
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