The Uphill Struggle

Because there are simply far too few caffeine/guarana products on the market, we now have Headshot, the energy bar for gamers:



We don't need such fancy shenanigans here at resplendent Monkey Butler towers. We have this crap:

It smells in here.

Having improved the cleanliness of our working area by at least three metric filths, I found, amongst other things:

My PSP.

Five pieces of hairy string, of varying lengths. String is always useful.

An ancient race of pygmy-people. They taught me their language, and I was made their king.

It was a rich, full day.

The birth of a typeface

This, gentle folk, is what happens when the butler swaps the bottle for biro. Behold part of an orphan typeface, disowned by its owner. It is the final degradation of remedial handwriting classes.

strange designs

Whilst discussing cover design:

Roger	I don't like the font.
Dave	Yeah. We're walking the line between a great cover and a 90s metal cover.
Roger	Say, can we get the retarded crayon scribblings of a child?
Dave	[Grabbing a pencil with no little gusto] I'm on it!

That's how we do it at Monkey Butler, kiddies. Now, where did I put that rum...

The art of work

Important politics. It has been decided that whilst this might be, to all intents and purposes, a paper-free office, it is by no means a rum-free office.

Taking form

As promised, some of our concept art, as lovingly rendered by Katie.

This is young Setanta, the hero of the game, as a child:



And here he is again as a young man. Katie has described him as "your typical haggard resident of Ulster."

I'm from Ulster, 26, and got asked for id to prove I was over 18. So I could buy garden shears. We're a haggard people...



This is Cuchulainn (as he's known as an adult) in his 'warped state'. This is, if you can't tell, psychotic frenzy. With some monsterism.



The terrifying thing for the rest of us now is to make sure our parts of this whole operation live up to the art.

And so it was begun

It's the first Cuchulainn development blog. Oh happy, rapturous day. The internet is now complete, and the singing of the birds sounds sweeter. Or, it would, but it's 3 a.m.

Anyone who cares about this, at this stage, is at this table or taking this picture:



So from left to Right we have: My thumb, Jeff Bridges, Katie, and Popeye.

We're just about hitting the alpha stage now:



OK, so it's a little bit Yar's Revenge so far. Hopefully over the next few days we'll have some of our staggeringly wonderful concept art to post, courtesy of Katie. If the game in motion is a fraction of the quality of her initial drawings, it will be gorgeous.