Do you remember my last devlog where I said the maid storyline might've been a little mean spirited? Well, I sort of dreamed up a solution: I'll replace the whole "dragging a dead body out of the pool" bit with something a bit nicer and more maid oriented. But with this little change, in came a bunch of other shit that I suddenly want to add. It's like that meme with the guy holding that one back saying "You have enough _____" and the other guy is reaching for _____ saying "But not THESE _____!"

Because I am completely unstable when it comes to creative projects, I ended up adding a ponyplay stable to the maid mansion level. Which means introducing this new character, requiring spirtework, and CGs for her too, in addition to planning out another branching part of the story (I suppose? I haven't quite worked out all the details of it.)

Meet Hard Whip. Professional "Pony" trainer for Flim and Flam. Nowhere near as brutal or insane as the Head Maid, but no less merciful to the princesses or player characters. She hasn't directly killed any of the fellow maid slaves, but she is not above making her ponygirls run to the point of exhaustion or worse. Also unlike the head maid, she is a bit... affectionate, if you catch my meaning.

So let's count...

->3 separate CGs for the Maid Punishments

->2 possible endings

-> a hodgepodge of brief CG depictions for a part I won't mention here

-> a few titilating CGs for the ponyplay race 'mini game' if you can call it that. 

->still gotta do the drone game over level.

I don't know what it is with me when it comes to my projects: They just 'mutate.' Those of you who follow me on FA and remember "elements of nightfall?" yeah, that just started out as ONE sketch commission. Next thing I know? Kaboom. I have a whole series (that is yet unfinished, but I loaded one into the slot list involving luna.) Ditto with Sala's Escape. There I am, struggling along with the battlers and suddenly WHAM! I'm writing lore note PDFs and getting bad writers block and fucking daydreaming about hexen mods. (I will pay someone $20/hr to come to my house and whack me with a rolled up newspaper while saying "No! No! Bad Quakehoof! Down!")

Is it Autism? Is it childhood trauma? Am I overcompensating? I don't know. But maybe it doesn't matter: maybe all that matters is the thing in front of me. Less asking, more doing. Like a dog catching a stick. He doens't ask. He just comes back with the stick in his jaws... and then it gets thrown again.

Well, all I can say is, Bark Bark.

I'm Quakehoof, and I've probably completely lost my marbles from this project. Fuck it. We ball.