My name is Dave Troyer.
I've developed by myself a few silly little games; most of which are little more than toys or gadgets.
Lately, I've been giving up hope on a dream that has kept me alive, and I'm not sure what to do.
You see, when I was growing up, I didn't want to be rich and famous.
I wanted to be a toy maker.
I wanted to share ideas in the world of play with my friends; few as they were.
I wanted us to explore our imaginations; to laugh and have fun.
As I grew up, I grew away from that dream, either from teenage rebellion or from a growing consumer lust for expensive gadgets.
I worked various jobs; some I liked more than others but as long as I could make friends and share fantastic stories and let our imaginations run free, I was content.
One of those jobs let me go and I was forced to refocus in life, but not without a good period of denial and later self-reflection.
It was around this time I went back to school And it was for a degree about sharing stories, making friends new and old smile, and letting imaginations run wild again.
That degree was Game Design.
I met the most amazing people and we all quickly became friends.
I felt alive again!
I was making toys! This time, they were digital; made of brilliant lights, comforting sounds, and with more imagination and fun than I could ever on my own!
The 4 years we spent together creating dreams seems too short now that I look back; I wish we could've stayed in that class room, joking, arguing, drawing, working.
Once it was done, and we had (expensive) degrees in our hands, the real world reared its ugly head and took notice of our dreams one more time. This time, it hungered for them even more than before.
We tried to fend the real world off, but it's easier said than done.
"We'll just make games ourselves!" we said, but time became sparse.
"We'll make games when we're older!" we reassured, but health began to degrade.
"We'll make games eventually!" we murmured, but our dreams began to fade.
I'm at a point in my life where I need to make a leap of faith, but I'm scared.
Scared that I'll falter and fail and the real world will never let me dream.
I still just want to make toys...