Rebecca Staffanstorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malmo

So, I’m a game designer, Dr. Phil style, y’all—Southern drawl thick as molasses, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Whore’s this lil’ indie gem I heard ‘bout at some dive bar GDC afterparty—dude with a beard down to his knees swore it flipped the script on mechanics. No shootin’, no jumpin’, just pure, raw story—like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back ‘til you’re out!” I was hooked, y’all! Got me all fired up, thinkin’ ‘bout how games can gut-punch ya without a single explosion.

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So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee (essential, right?), and head out. I’m walking down Storgatan, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. First off, I see this dude in a bright yellow jacket. Like, who wears that? But hey, it’s Sweden, right? Gotta stand out in the gray. Anyway, he’s trying to juggle. Juggling! In the middle of the street! I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna get hit by a bike!” But he’s all in, and I can’t help but laugh.

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