It never ceases to amuse me that this thread does more game design than Jake does
One day one of us here in this thread will crack and let Jake's mother know about the fact her ungrateful son is bad-mouthing her in his deranged fantasy as an oppressed woman. He is a shameless goblin that is stewing in his own juices.
We’d have heard something about dangerous people being allowed to live in the house by the unspecified abusive homeowner (NOT MY MOM I DO NOT LIVE WITH MY MOM).
You hear this sound, this moan, something like the lowing of a cow in pain or the song of a sick whale. What is that? The pipes? You venture downstairs, half-afraid of what you’ll find. With trepidation, you push the door open. The stench of Cheeto dust and unwashed ass hits you in a wave. As you pause, gagging, you see it there, bathed in the cold light of a PC monitor, huge and barely mobile. It turns to face you. Behind a beard matted with tears and snot, you see the eyes of an old man staring at you in bewilderment. Terrified, you back away. As you try to close the door, a cat leaps into your arms. It looks into your eyes as if to say, “Thank God you’re here.”
Nora Reed actually has some level of reach into the outside world, though. People follow her bots. She gives interviews on podcasts. She writes stuff that people read in places that are not tumblr and Twitter.
Somewhere along the line, Jake got a job by tweeting at someone, and decided that this was the best and only way to get freelance work. Similarly, as a teenager, someone let him write for RPGamer, and he figured this was the only work he ever needed to do.
