It cannot be understated how difficult it is to work and create something. But that the more difficult part of work (for me) is the sitting down. Being able to stop pacing, to sit down, the push out thoughts of failure, of being not who I am. The idea that I cannot make a thing, that if I rush a thing that it inherently has less value. Pushing out the thoughts of not being good enough at creating games, that everything I do can always and should always be better. I know that what I do can always be better, that if I take my time to craft the toy rather than bludgeoning it, that I can make a complex thingy that others will enjoy. More specifically, with time and care I can craft something that I will enjoy.

Creating A Greeblin's Journey will take time. This is a labor of love, a labor that fights against every thought in my head and it is my body and mind yearning to create something that I will find emotional depth in. That will spark something inside of my being and soul, something that will help me stir away the thoughts of failure. Of being shallow. I want to, and intend to carve a rock that I can cling to as the waves break across my body. I want this rock to work so well for me that I can sit on it, that handholds will be chiselled into the stone, that it can sit as a brace for the lonely, alone, and aspiring game developer and player.

This will take time to create, and it may not end up being everything I want it to be. But it will be loved by me when finished and while being created. And I appreciate everyone who has spent money, hard earned money, money that could have bought clothes, food, gas, it could have gone towards a gift for a friend, it could have been donated to anyone in need, and instead it was spent on this. If you tipped, you spent more than the minimum wage of most states. The equivalent to an hour of someones lifetime at a crap job to take part in this game that I am making. It may sound dramatic how I phrase it, and how I am phrasing everything here. But your purchase was meaningful to me. It brought joy and pride to the end of my school semester for doing more than I could have imagined.

Anyways, until the next update. Here is more things to do for your Greeblins:

Starting your Chronicle:

These are additional answers to the Starting your Chronicle questions...

What do you look like?

- Leather scratched and mended by memories.
- Slow, and inevitable swinging movements.
- Dagger shaped pupils, that see a mile in clarity.

What is your most treasured possession?

- Book made of found journal pages.
- Warm pair of long socks, gifted by someone you can't remember anymore.
- Drawing of home, before it happened.

Where are you coming from?

- The city where no one ever lived.
- The ocean that didn't thaw.
- The failed staircase that lead to the moon.

Where are you going?

- The remnants of the fallen moon.
- The foggy village of living ghosts.
- The stone gates of Greeb-verse.

Until the next update, thank you again for your care.