Who has seen the wind? A Poem by Christina Rossetti www.poetryfoundation.org Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. The Wind Rises windtreesseeing
The game discovering itself We like to think about this process as the game discovering itself over time. Because as iterators, rather than designers, it’s our job to simply play the game, listen to it, feel it, and kind of feel out what it seems to want to become - and just follow the trails of what’s fun. Seth Coster, Crashlands: Design by Chaos www.youtube.com What the prototype tells youFollow the fun designmakingiteration