Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, he already went and did EXACTLY what I advised him not to do this time last week. Please, please, for the love of god, just STOP DIGGING.

Since I was in charge of arranging the playfield graphics, I was at least able to make sure you got some credit that way. It's not your fault, nor do I bear any ill-will, that Andrew played the two of us off against each other to get what he wanted in the game.

If the word 'aspergers' comes up, and if it gets used as an excuse for any difficulties or disagreements, then I GUARANTEE this will not end well. And by 'well' I mean 'not even more appallingly worse'.

I'll be gobsmacked if that even needs asking.

Nobody was smoking anything in that garage. I wouldn't let them since about ninety five percent of all the shite I owned in the world was being kept in there.

What the whitewood was lacking at that point was the VUK to the left side that would have balanced the Y-ramp and provided the flow to the left side. It would have been fed via a subway from three points: from the main scoop, from a trap door that would open, and from a diverter in the left orbit. I was deliberately trying to make something different from the usual fanshot flow, but it was a complicated way of going about it for a first attempt and 'different' doesn't always mean 'good' (although JJP Pirates is a supreme example of the same principle done right). Making the X-ramp was absolutely the right thing to do to the game later.

I still think Circe's Animal Alehouse would have legs as a more unique style of limited-run game aimed at collectors, but only if - IF - the game is pitched right, which it never was. The mythology aspect should take more of a back seat to the wackiness and the characters having fun, and it should be presented in simpler, high-concept terms with more visuals to look at.

Ah, the beloved History Today series. Somebody bring those two characters back.

"You see that flipper gap on Stern Ghostbusters? The one that is well known for being larger than usual?"
"I am aware of the anomaly, yes..."
"That's your massive arsehole, that is. Every ball in the world drains through that thing. And everyone complains that they wasted a quid and it was over in ten seconds."

At least he's admitted what he thinks of everyone. *shrug*

So that the same errors aren't made by anyone else again. All the opinions are well-known, now we're dealing in factual analysis. It's an autopsy at this point.

Technically speaking, it's not an 'autopsy' *before* the subject is actually dead: that's 'homicide'.

There was a printed plastic of caricatures of all the company staff at that time that for a while had 'pride' of place on the wall behind Russell. I had a running joke that sometime I would cross out the faces of everyone on that board who had left, and call it the 'Flawed Pacifist Ending'.