macrowdev(aka 'crow') is a game developer, programmer, artist, and jam host.

commissions: open

collabs: closed

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[game dev],[programming],[art],and [web design]

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A crow rested on a fence and I wondered what this story-book fiend with his dark, beady eyes, clever sense and his feathers well-preened wanted from someone as hollow as me. I couldn't do anything but wait and see. What did one say when faced with a crow who had no appointments to rush to no place he must go? As if speaking was something I could do. So with a wooden arm I gave him a little wave. Pleased, he came closer, that fabled young knave. I could not move much and I could not speak as the crow stopped right at my rooted feet and prodded my foot with his beak. I'm a listless liar he deemed worthy to meet. So I did not speak and I did not move an inaction of which the crow did not approve. He flew back to his fence that creaked and shifted when the wind pressured its joints. The forceful draft stung my eyes so they leaked tears, I found I always disappoint. The crow flexed his black wings eyes closed as, for him, the gale sings. I croaked out a question from deep in my throat the wind became a whisper as the crow paid attention "Are you here to jeer and gloat over my bad decisions and poor intentions?" He shook that dark head and said "You're a terrible liar. I'm here to help instead." "But are you not a portender of death here to show me I have the illest of luck?" Why can I not catch my breath? Wondrous wings glide on waning wind then tuck neatly against his back for he chose my shoulders to better speak words that doused what smolders. The crow rested on my shoulders and cawed a sound soft and broken and I thought it terribly odd that the crow would caw when it was well-spoken. So when the pressure of panic permeated my chest the crow spoke again so my horrible heart could rest "If I were just a crow residing on a fence..." He gestured with his wing to where he was before. "Then I'd have left you to your own offense and not show you what you often ignore." His black wings pushed my head 'til I saw the gate. Hope swung at my roots freeing my feet from their hate. "I believe you have many apologies to make." I nodded my head and the gate opened. The crow continued, "The right choices often take an ax to your tree, to your roots. With hope and desire to change, you can grow something new." I stepped into the world beyond the fence and away the crow flew. ©Tatiana

to do list

  • Host comfy jam winter
  • publish 'dreamscape'
  • finish 'KAPLAY game'
  • draw more 1bit art
  • join game jams...
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