INTRODUCTION
Hey. I’m SCHIZNOID.
Who are you?
I’m a graphics programmer and core engine developer in the video games industry with several years of professional experience. I recently quit my stable job at a cutting-edge rendering technology firm to start my own business and become an indie dev, a decision which everyone I’ve spoken to has assured me is a perfectly reasonable one that makes sense. “Everyone” includes my parents, who are graciously allowing me to stay in a spare wing of their house to stretch my dollars as far as possible, provided I don’t scream too loud when the constant pain of programming native applications for Microsoft Windows inevitably gets the better of me.
What are you doing?
I’m currently developing a custom engine for an as-yet unannounced game project. You can expect to see occasional posts on this page which are derived from this; I often see people in my line of work using their blogs as a means to share technical knowledge, tips and tricks, et cetera, so I’m hoping I will be able to do the same here with some of the things I learn along the way. I’m also perpetually bored, totally out of my depth when it comes to writing about culture or art, and enough of a narcissistic hipster to believe that my opinions on these subjects deserve to be heard regardless. God’s cruelest prank was to instill me with an artistic temperament but neglect to make me an artist. You can expect to see occasional posts on this page which are derived from these things, too.
How did you get here?
The Internet Content Stream is a swirling maelstrom of multimedia molecules. It may have started as a “solid”, but at this point so much energy has been added to the system that even words like “plasma” fall painfully short in defining it. It’s a digital white hole, ceaselessly radiating the impossible heat of pure chaos. We’re way past Planckian temps and only getting hotter. Pure energy like this will kill most people just as quick as it touches them. Others, it sustains. I’ve hooked myself up to it, alongside millions of others. But would you call me a poser if I said I’ve had my fill of the slow drip? I’ve started feeding power back through this retinal intravenous injection mechanism, and just like in the simulations (and as foretold in the prophecies) it’s started taking a part of me back with it. Am I ready for that? Is anyone?
Why are you so annoying?
Indeed, overwrought passages are as sure a sign as any that I’ve run out of interesting things to say. I’d like to apologize, it will happen again. And the next time it does, I can’t promise I’ll have the common courtesy to end the article as I do now. Anyways, if any of that sounds interesting for some reason, give me a follow.
Where can I find you?
Please direct any topic suggestions, death threats, and tomatoes to my Twitter DMs.
https://twitter.com/schiznoid