Vlad, you're getting it wrong. You're not the one that fucked me over two times. It was Kuja.
And that's the reason because I came here again. Because in all this time I've never told people the kind of superlative ego he has. High enough so he wanted to take his assets with him, in case he decided to leave for whatever reason he found.
But you already know that. You even admitted to me "yeah, he can ask whatever he wants from you". So I didn't have another option than to cut ties last February and start over again with another artist that didn't treat me like a desperate ex-girlfriend. So yeah, thank you so much Kuja for your "help".
You REMOVED me the first time, and you put me in an impossible situation the second, so I hadn't any other option than to leave.
Now I dare you to deny this because if you have the nerve to do so I'll publish here the conversations, I swear. Though I wonder if your diva pride would let you even care...
And you guys call me names, and among them 'crazy control bitch'. Yeah? Okay. Now ask yourself... is that democracy of yours, that happy technical playground you're financing with people's patience and goodwill, giving tangible results in the form of a game?
Because, I insist, if you were SO sure of yourself that I'd never finish my project, how it is that I made eight versions with just me, Kuja and your non-full-time help, while you're... what five, six main devs, and an army of collabs...? And still didn't produce a thing that makes people want to immerse in?
Let's stop for a moment... Do you actually know what constitutes a game? It's the mix what counts. What you do with the ingredients, just like cooking. People don't give a damn if you throw at them hundreds of technically impressive assets, if they can't believe they're inside an interactive experience.
I'm a control bitch because I knew perfectly well Kuja wasn't up to the task of managing anything other than his art. It's the only thing he cares. He didn't care about money, yes, and he demonstrated that perfectly in getting rid of me after I left my nice job in IT, because I knew I needed to give my all to the project. Now I only wish he has kids someday and feels what I felt that day he stabbed me on the back, because "he wasn't happy about progress". And now he is?
Short story: you don't have a project manager, nor a game designer. You lost them in an amateur quality when you removed me. Because an actual game designer of any skill would cry blood at any suggestion of that crazy scope you're trying to pull off as the disorganized free-for-all party goers you are. Because a serious project manager would laugh at the suggestion of telling patrons "don't worry, this will happen eventually because we'll never stop".
Really, that's the most hysterically funny of all this: that you told people my project would never be done, and you're still like this with twice or thrice the devs. Tell me a thing... When you estimated you'd have the SAME content I did in two years, just after three months of taking over... you actually believed that, don't you? "Hmm... we're a lot more people, so we can do much more in less time, and even better than that loser, yes, yes..."
And Vlad, that "huge" money (a 50% until nine months prior to the backstabbing, then it was 60%) of the income you say I've spent on "vacations", has lasted me until now. 40K for two years in Spain and a family of four. Maybe I should publish my expenditure spreadsheet, so you could see how the line has been gradually descending? So you could approve, uh?
So don't you dare to tell me I'm greedy, because I saw my cat dying in my hands last year, because I couldn't afford the damn treatment.
Man, you two are so immature that your attempts at picturing yourselves as level-headed individuals here are laughable. I didn't want to spend more time with this, but seeing Kuja stepping down from his pedestal and have the nerve to declare that I left on my own...? LOL. Just LOL.