Hey, stranger.

Still here, huh? Guess you’re as hooked on this train wreck as I am. Let’s cut to the chase—this week’s been a real treat. The kind of week where the coffee’s flowing harder than the blood in a back-alley brawl, and the wife’s still giving me the silent treatment. Yeah, she’s not exactly thrilled about my new mistress—this glowing rectangle I’ve been married to for the past 72 hours. Can’t blame her, really. But hey, when you’re summoning demons and stitching together a 2D hellscape, you don’t exactly get to clock out at five.

Progress? Oh, there’s progress. Slow, grinding progress, like a rusty gear in a machine that’s half-broken but still somehow running. I’ve been hammering away at the code, carving out the bones of this beast. You can almost see it now—the flicker of a shadow, the glint of a demon’s eye. It’s coming together, piece by piece. But damn, if it isn’t exhausting. I’ve drunk enough coffee this week to kill a lesser man. Hell, I’m pretty sure my bloodstream’s 80% caffeine at this point.

And then there’s her.

You can almost see her in your head, can’t you? A woman—no, a force. Red hair like hellfire, a voice that could seduce the devil himself. She’s not just a character; she’s a warning. A trailer for what’s to come. I won’t spoil too much, but let’s just say she’s got a way of making you forget your own name. Passionate, dangerous, and just a little bit cruel. You’ll meet her soon enough.

So yeah, it’s been a week. The kind of week that leaves you hollowed out but weirdly satisfied, like you’ve just survived a bar fight you had no business winning. The work’s hard, the hours are long, and the wife’s still not talking to me. But hey, that’s the life I chose. Or maybe it chose me. Either way, I’m in too deep to turn back now.

Stay tuned, stranger. The devil’s in the details, and I’m just getting started.

-Tuxxx