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He looks really depressed about this.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he was a game developer. Of all the things I had thought him to be, a game producer never made it to the list.
He seemed too grumpy for someone who made games. I always assumed such people were wild and lively—childlike. But Trev didn't seem to possess any of those traits. He was grumpy. Arrogant. He carried more the aura of a big-time lawyer than that of a gamer.
"That is shocking! I never thought that would be your profession," I told him just as frankly.
"What did you think I was into?"
"Frankly, I assumed you were into online gambling or online trading or online porn or maybe you were a stockbroker or a lawyer with burnout. Never did something as fun as a game developer cross my mind."
Trev laughed heartily at my guesses.
Well,maybe he just needs to laugh more.
"Sorry to disappoint you. I enjoy creating and designing games." He said with a smile that was more genuine than the one he had given at the start.
"Any games I might have played?" I asked.
He looked at me with suspicious eyes. He asked, “What? Played? With no internet on your horizon?” Plus, he asked it almost as if he was certain that I’d never have heard of whatever games he named.
“I've had internet!” I protested with mock-outrage. “I have been to school, you know!” as I wiggled my eyebrows at him to get him to laugh again.
He chuckled, "Ever heard of BlipBubble?"
I gasped. "No way! There's no damn way you made BlipBubble," I said as I covered my mouth in disbelief.
"I could show you my signature code on it," he said confidently. "It's still my best work ever." He recited a list of their games, some of which I had played as well, and others I had not heard of.
"I love BlipBubble! I finished all the levels, even the bonus rounds," I bragged.
It started to make sense to me how he was able to demand internet on my property without a care as to what the cost would be. The game was popular, so I could imagine how much money he made from just that one game. Not to mention from the other games he named.
So I have an incognito millionaire on my hands here? Interesting!
"Wow,” he admitted, “I never thought you would be one for games."
"There are things you don't know about me," I said, giving him a look out of half-closed eyes.
He chuckled, and I laughed.
This is unreal—actually having a conversation with Trev—and no drama!
You have many layers, so why can’t he?
I still found it difficult to believe that he was a game designer. He truly didn't look anything like it. I didn't think he would make a game like BlipBubble. It seemed too much of a feminine game.
"So, what's this new idea that you're working on?"
"That's the whole reason I came here. Ihaveno new ideas. I'm here with hopes that something will crack open my creative brain cells, so I come up with another great game." He said this quite sadly.
I could tell his dry spell really had the best of him.
How could I help? Ah-hah!
"First, do not despair! After a dry spell, it eventually rains. Trev …? What were you thinking of when you made BlipBubble?" I asked.
He thought for a few seconds, "I wanted to create something simple, but really fun. Like a cartoon on TV. It looks simple, but you laugh and laugh. And then you pout because you just saw the last cartoon episode of the day, right? You know … a kind of game you first think is totally stupid kid stuff until you realize you can't stop playing it?"
