Placing the very last of the unique items today and finalising perk placements. I have not heard from anybody so I assume that's it, I've got them all now. That's about it. Everything is nearly finished. I am working for next two weeks going over every single detail marked as "LEAVE UNTIL VERY END."
Rodney Lucas could have started his refund group last year or the year before that. I would have been screwed, I still had so many things to fix which are now fixed.
Rodney decides to alienate me forever by waiting until I send out the final perk call when I am about to begin the last two weeks of the 20 year development cycle. The guy has impeccable timing. He managed to shoot himself in both feet at the same time.
1. I decide there will never be a third campaign because of all this butthurt.
2. I decide Rodney will get his refund with 2 other people the night before the game is released, meaning he has forfeited the rarest artefacts in the history of the computer game industry. The guy cornholed himself so badly it makes me wince when I walk.
He literally snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. Meanwhile the faithful are getting ready to cash in their longshot million-to-one bets. Even at the final hour the Blakemore irony effect demolished the unbelievers. These popamolers will never pass through the gates of paradise. Their faith was tested in the RPG development desert and they failed. Now the long lonely hours playing bizarre badly translated Japanese games for the remainder of their lives beckons ... as they wonder what might have been ...