Big Daddy had several good game designers and story makers, so Ren wasn't that big of a loss; it made sense that he convinced Pope to open the game cabinets, finding all the game proposals he had made.
As he checked each one, memories of the time he was coming up with each of them started to flood in.
A tear drop came out of his left eye.
He was pleased during those times; the tunnel caused all of this.
He understood from experience that game development was a long process, even if you want to take shortcuts.
Huge investments were needed, and the game design ideas would be lost if they were unavailable.
He sorted all his years of hard work into levels, based on how dangerous they would be if they came to life.
From Level A to Level F.
Level A was on real crime cases that inspired him to make the games.
Level B was still crime cases, but they had a certain weird fetish-heavy feel to them, along with weird narratives that made them hard to take seriously.
Level C was now a complete departure from realism, plunged into entity worship and spiritual overload.
Level D was somehow more divergent from C, and was of even more Lovecraftian porn.
Level E was, in summary, the world was screwed, and he would accept it as there was nothing to be done anymore.
Level F was one where the best option was to jump off a roof.
Looking at what he had sorted, he had:
Level A: 5
LEVEL B: 4
LEVEL C: 5
LEVEL D: 7
LEVEL E: 1
LEVEL F: 2
All these levels were inspired by his accumulated visits to prisoners while working.
When he was still working, he was going through an ocean of emotions from all the information he had retrieved from prisoners.
He felt making them into a game was the most sensible thing to do. He wanted to let people enter his world to feel what he felt. It would have been glorious to see his dream come true and his ideas become full of high graphics games.
His life would be more fulfilled, but which game designer wouldn't be happy with his games brought from paper to life?
He carried a cardboard box of all the proposals like a man carrying the coffin of his children; he marched to the bathroom with a lighter.
He would carefully burn all of them to ashes before flushing them down.
The first objective was achieved, and now, the second objective, which would take a lot more begging from him, was also achieved.
The games he had burnt hadn't gained a single investor, and most weren't worth making for a studio like Big Daddy.
There was, however, a game that he had completed. It was a story he knew nothing would happen due to how good it was.
"EVERYONE HATES CANDLE" was a game that told the story of a male character- Candle, who realizes all of his nine exes were coming to eliminate him out of hatred and cooperative jealousy, which leads to a bloody rampage of fighting against different levels of exes in various scenarios, and all of that.
The thing is that Pope was the one who came up with twenty percent of the story, as it was just a random collaboration that they didn't expect would go this far, starting from her seeing his idea and adding hers.
Ren made an additional change in that an extra female character called Renu was a psychopathic figure obsessed with Candle, always knowing where he was. Pretty generic stuff, but he still loved the premise of the story.
The game had not yet been released, probably cause Pope still wanted other designers to flesh it out more. It was like her child.
He needed a plan.
He later went to meet her in her swirl chocolate colored office.
"I want you to take full credit for the Candle game." He told her, trying to prepare her for his proposal.
"I will take full credit." She stated blankly, massaging her orange, hairy cat that looked dazed.
"Yes, obviously, I don't blame you, but I believe you should delete my part of the game and make this game your passion project. Go all out, have it with you." He proposed directly, trying to see her reaction.
"Why?" She asked, not looking at him as she gave fake kisses to her cat.
"I believe-
"Fine, I will do it, but I don't want any backlash from you when I do this, or else I will sue you till you have to sell your body parts just to pay for court dates." She threatened, and he, deep down, was celebrating.
This was too easy; this was divine intervention somehow. He just had to make sure she did what she said she would do.
"Sorry for coming late; the rain wasn't looking to be reduced." A soft voice came from the open doorway. It was a woman in a thick blue shirt and a skirt combo.
"Yes, Miss Renu, come in. I'd like you, Ren, to meet our new game designer who took your spot. Coincidentally, she has the same name as the character in your game." Pope introduced.
Ren felt his body fighting to shiver, and his heart beating fast.
He was so screwed. Oh no, this cannot happen just when he was about to delete it.