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About Half Way Tree

So, I’m a game designer, Dr. Phil style, y’all—Southern drawl thick as molasses, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Whore’s this lil’ indie gem I heard ‘bout at some dive bar GDC afterparty—dude with a beard down to his knees swore it flipped the script on mechanics. No shootin’, no jumpin’, just pure, raw story—like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back ‘til you’re out!” I was hooked, y’all! Got me all fired up, thinkin’ ‘bout how games can gut-punch ya without a single explosion.

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“Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette.

So I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to catch my breath, when I see this old lady on the bench. She’s got this huge smile, like she just won the lottery. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her secret?” Turns out, she was just happy to see the sun. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But it made me feel all warm inside.

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