Captain’s blog: 4:23 AM on a windy December dark morning. The french fries are no more and a pizza box lies pizza-less amidst the shuffle of bills and trashy magazines. My left elbow feels tingly, not too unlike my right elbow–and I begin to forget what this post was supposed to be all about in the first place.
Oh wait. I got it.
Irreverence.
Irreverence describes well the tone we’ve been working so hard to get right with LoveChild. When the idea of the app first came to mind, we envisioned a cross between Tamagotchi’s and the Sims. Little did we expect for the childhood framework to take on a creative life of its own.
We got feature requests in droves. From friends to siblings to strangers online (never accept candy, virtual or otherwise!), we heard tons of feedback about what they wanted their kid to be able to do. Real parents chimed in with advice-column convictions about objective parental truths. Hardcore gamers barked for an RPG like statistics engine that cross-computed each parent’s interests. With all that noise still ringing loud from the Stanford Facebook Class App Expo, we decided we had to do everything we could to shut ourselves away and focus on our own game. So we stayed in school while everyone went home. We snuck into student centers to draw wireframes and kid-art on their whiteboards. We ordered pizza, slept on tables, and coded in our pajama pants until we ran out of cans of Rock Star. Then we went to the store only to buy more Rock Star.
That’s when things got silly, a little–too–silly. One Youtube video led to another, and before we knew it we were laughing too hard to remember exactly why we were up so late in the first place. Our company motto became, “every “to do” can be done tomorrow too!” as one by one, we each passed out.
Thanks to that mantra, instead of a game you get this blog post. But that’s okay, because membership to the clubhouse is a one time fee that only costs a couple of clicks (and 20 invites =p). Plus, membership gets you a glimpse at what goes on behind the scenes of LoveChild. We hope to use this blog as a way to document the reality of creating a game about the reality of creating a LoveChild. Will you send your kids to public or private school? Does little princess get the surprise pool party or a Chuck E Cheese birthday bash? With LoveChild, we want to invoke the silliness of late night sleep-overs with pizza and Nintedo 64. We want the soccer practices that ended with snacks and Capri-Sun. We want to build into the game all the elements that made childhood great, so that you’d be able to live vicariously through your LoveChildren the childhood irreverence we all seek. With hope, we too can join you on the playground (coming soon!).
But not until after our next meeting at the Clubhouse. Welcome, readers: see you soon.
