Brian Yaksha (He/They)
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Brian Yaksha (He/They)
@brianyaksha.bsky.social
Frequently ENnie-Nominated Writer & Designer of Sandbox Toolkits, Narrative Designer, Horrorist. Also an ENnie-award winner. Communist.
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#CommissionsOpen - In need of some stuff for a project or whatever? Want a crazy person who has too many thoughts to help you out? Want to pay me up front rather than way down the line like some people?

Take a good look. $300 bucks get you 1k Words + 3 character spot pieces + 1 map; no AI or shit.
Ah my ancient enemy, a marimba played loudly behind me.

We meet again.
How are you?
Besides my enemy.
February 13, 2026 at 11:04 PM
I did receive emails this morning that I wasn't fired but instead shuffled into two different teams, and then those were shuttered - so I think they're doing a great job over there.

Almost enough to kill off any email anxiety, but that is its own silly circumstance. I have once more been sacked.
Day job gig that I ostensibly had just fired everyone, rehired everyone, pivoted hard to the calamity of the industry, fired everyone and shuttered.

This has happened a few times.
Always in the span of like, four hours.

It'd be stressful if I had not accepted this would happen again, as it did.
February 13, 2026 at 4:21 PM
Some progress was made today; but goddamn if it ain't a crawl through the muck. Tomorrow, getting my damn meds. Need to be up at an earlier hour so I can be properly efficient.

Helluva time its been.
February 13, 2026 at 5:27 AM
Anyway, as an aside from this and the.... nine projects I'm currently on in varying capacities; I wish they'd optimize the Outer Worlds 2 (and fix why it keeps crashing) because I have thoughts on a sorta "ur-sci-fi" concept when things run on themes/aesthetic to the hilt.

I wish to explore that.
February 12, 2026 at 6:55 PM
Day job gig that I ostensibly had just fired everyone, rehired everyone, pivoted hard to the calamity of the industry, fired everyone and shuttered.

This has happened a few times.
Always in the span of like, four hours.

It'd be stressful if I had not accepted this would happen again, as it did.
February 12, 2026 at 6:13 PM
All right, one thing done.
Now to play catch-up with everything else.
But, the energy is there at least. The follow-through.
February 11, 2026 at 9:00 PM
Functional keyboard, but no audio.
Realtek apparently sucks like that.
Anyway, I am going to eat and turn down my crackling hatred for existence; then return some emails and messages.

Ye gods.
February 10, 2026 at 10:43 PM
A tiny wire came undone so Im gonna go die.

See ya.
February 10, 2026 at 8:29 PM
Wishing every fucking robot or gormless hashing resist person who felt the need to glibly reply to me yesterday a very Automotive Collision today.

Nothing like getting shit jokes and "calm down" from strangers to make me pray for severe bodily harm to befall them.

I am trying folks. But fuck me.
February 10, 2026 at 5:02 PM
And in an attempt to clean my keyboard I have broken my D key.
May something vicious take me in the night.
Bit of a dogshit weekend.
February 9, 2026 at 5:31 AM
It is a one man war with Spectrum and I do not think my body shall rest until I am wearing the skull of their CEO as a cod piece.
February 8, 2026 at 11:44 PM
Ah, my hair is slightly frozen.
In my hubris, I went to a bodega after showering.
I'll let my head dethaw and then get back to it.
February 8, 2026 at 6:33 PM
Oh dang, I thought the $2/word thing was a funny hypothetical floating in the ether.

Not a honeyed bit of words offered up by someone after a lot of damage was already done, while negotiating from the winning side of a firing squad.

As someone who has been reamed many a time by publishers, nope.
February 8, 2026 at 5:02 PM
Not that I want an answer; but I had just assumed they were basing their 5e Neopets hackoff the old PS2 game which would've been the easiest way to put in very little effort while keeping it a murder sim.

Is that not what they are doing? I'd assume low effort for high reward was the point there.
February 7, 2026 at 8:30 PM
All right, -6 out. So I think I'll just... hold off on going to the laundromat.
February 7, 2026 at 5:15 PM
What I was building yesterday to pull me out of the hell pit.
Which is just... more of what I've been building, but I put more time into it and got to have my fun researching things.

Tables.

The subtle work of the task brings me joy and you people will someday have to suffer through it all.
February 6, 2026 at 5:12 PM
I feel run ragged by a conduit in the ether, and said conduit is channeling communism.

Gonna be so fun being without meds for a few days next week.
February 6, 2026 at 4:52 AM
Yeah so I just ended up building something and now I feel significantly better.

I am not thrilled that such a thing works.
Feels like a trick.
Anyway, yeah. Excuse my agony.
February 5, 2026 at 11:12 PM
This is horror is one I have voiced before.

The chemical side of my brain is in a whirlwind; it wishes to weep, puke, rip, tear, and fall down. The logical side of my brain is firmly in control and cannot allow for any of that.

Thus it remains locked in a stasis which will vanish later.
February 5, 2026 at 8:13 PM
February 5, 2026 at 6:37 PM
Pay me no worry, I'll slither out from beneath this rock once my mind can get back to processing the horrors.

It is... not doing great with that.
February 5, 2026 at 4:35 AM
Probably something to unpack about a desire to be normal, have a normal job, etc, etc.

Actually, probably not.

Survival mode and the unending uncertainty about most aspects of my life kind of make that desire for a baseline of what was promised to me as a child feel like a lascivious temptation.
February 3, 2026 at 7:16 PM
All right, just gonna operate with the knowledge that anything from that corp is a deception which exists only to gnaw upon my morality.

Did pour eight hours into a long overdue commission, which I'll handover tomorrow. Then edits. Then more.

Guess I'll just go back to being a game designer.
February 3, 2026 at 5:54 AM
Event went well, but if ever there was proof I need to get back into fighting shape it is how much it kicked my ass. Though the bitter cold and hauling shit up and down a narrow flight of stairs were certainly unkind factors.

Busy damn month awaits me.
Goddamn.
February 1, 2026 at 6:04 PM
Two hours remain.
January 31, 2026 at 9:04 PM