Here's your batshit conspiracy theory for the day.
Suppose that during this "testing," Icstor managed to fap himself into an extremely odd case of cum coma. He's fully conscious, but the only part of his body that can respond is his cock. He's nearly incapacitated, but luckily for him, his Patreonbux are able to buy some very good help: several doctors and scientists, as well as some prostitutes who resemble the Milfy City characters. Internally, they are known as "the team." A security guard notices Icstor is immobile and signals the rest of the team to come in.
Most of the medical staff works around the clock to search for a way to revitalize Icstor, while the rest of the team helps advance the game's development in the render dungeon. The team has him hooked up to this machinery that measures his dick twitches, so one guy can read the monitors while having Icstor watch the hookers act out the scenes. A scene passes inspection if there's an acceptable level of dick activity.
Testing can still move forward like this, but the old-fashioned way was so much faster... The team posts on Icstor's behalf to announce the delays caused by this situation.