Personal Narrative Essay

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My fingers where busy at work, hitting keys so fast there was but a blur of beige, shrouding the keyboard. A small cursor moved to the top left of the comment box. “Thanks”, it said. That single moment suddenly lifted an immeasurable weight off my shoulders. This was it, the reward to a millennia of coding, hours of hard work, finally cumulated to this moment. It was the moment that changed my life, for better, or for worse. Why was this an important moment? It was the first review of my first video game. Unlike most indie (independent) developers, I had no experience. My introduction to coding was accidently opening a “lua” file, when I tried to launch a game on my laptop. I was suddenly greeted by a wave of code, program commands, and a string of underscores. I was enthralled, and began opening more and more program files, editing them, and then seeing what effect these edits had on the games. Through this process, I edited, and destroyed a multitude of games. Barely a week into my new hobby, I decided to try my hand at developing a game. Four days, twelve youtube tutorials, and a half a dozen annoyances later, I was finished. It wasn’t much, a two dimensional, Mario-esque game, that crashed three out of four times during launch. Nonetheless, it was my game, it was proof that I could make create games. I kept telling myself that …show more content…

It was my masterpiece, the jewel in my crown. Although I wasn’t sure it was as good as I thought it was, I was still determined to publish it. I now posted my creation on Steam Greenlight. Soon, hundreds of people began to vote. I was astounded, people actually wanted my game released. This was the hardest part of the whole process, if my game didn’t make it to Steam, it was over, I would be left with a failed project, and hundreds of disappointed people. I did everything I could to promote my creation, even going so far as to send emails to various reviewers, to promote my

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