Nettle Briar @Ulfra_Wolfe@awoo.space

Creative and Industry. Two words when combined make an oxymoron. There is no room for creativity in an industry. Especially if we're talking about the toxic and morally bankrupt realm of game development.

Those I've met from said industry have miserable attitudes. Callous, cynical, if not downright egotistical.

That's what 80 hour work weeks do to people. It turns them into automotons that slap down individuality and creativity in favor of yet another homogeneous and colorless work force that reacts to originality with malice.

Well fuck that. I would rather die than become another thoughtless and conforming slave for the sake of money and consumerist slag.

I went to school to learn how to animate and make models in Maya and Zbrush, but I learned more about the blatant hypocrisy of the industry than I did both of those skills.

I found myself in a mill. A cult. An indoctrination program that presented the facade that you had to stand out in order to market yourself....While slapping down everything that WOULD make you stand out.

They forced you into the mold. They didn't like it when you questioned the obviously questionable traits of a toxic industry you were expected to conform to.

I didn't fit in at all... I was surrounded by naive and impressionable high school graduates in their late teens who didn't know any better. The soon to be corporate drones who will turn around later in life, realize how badly they fucked up, and devolve into worn out cynicism and bitterness that is so common of veterans in this industry.

A college educated 20-something like myself? Who was brought up to question the status quo? Stood out like a sore thumb. Trying to resist said brainwashing only drove me to insanity as they kept overriding my broader scope of the world. Said teachers only became irritated by the questions and ideas that were akin to what any philosopher would throw out there.

Corporate game development, animation and VFX, a toxic machine where originality goes to die in favor of turning a profit. Like hell I'm going to waste my life in a cubicle for some asshole in a suit who doesn't have the best interest of their workers in mind.

Like hell I'm going to become a used up, wasted, bitter and cynical mass of cells to be cast aside.

If that's how it's going to be, I would rather toss a sabot into the gears of this cold, lifeless machine and revel in its downfall.