Scruffles' Devlog 9 - Valentine's Day Bundle and a Personal/Development Update
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Man, when I started the project, I never really thought I'd even have made it this far. Detached was never actually intended to go this far. It all started with a shitty little demo I made, just to fuck around and see if I could. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, coding was a wild far off concept to me, and I was still learning how to use my drawing tablet.
During this time, I was also playing around with Koikatsu and Honeyselect 2. Anne was actually the first character that I made in both. I started with Koi and struggled hard to make her look the way that I imagined. So I started toying around on HS2, and felt about the same.
Jumping around between the two, I eventually landed on the Anne we all know and love. Well, this is Koi, and she needs a boyfriend, right?
Enter: Daine
The rest just... happened, and kept going. And going. And fucking going. This is the first time in almost 15 years where I felt truly creative. While I wasn't drawing my scenes, I was still producing visuals closer in line to my vision than I could ever hope to do with my tablet. I was writing. I hadn't written anything since shelving my novel a couple of years prior. And I was learning how to code. I hadn't coded anything since I learned some basic HTML in middle school.
An update a month. Sounds easy enough. I know a couple of devs that do it, so could I.
I was a fucking machine.
For a little while, anyway. That was a chunk of consistent monthly updates (save for my usual October fuckery). That, however, was some terribly poor planning on my end. Despite Detached only ever planned on being a passion project/hobby, it somehow managed to mostly domineer my life. Hobbies like reading, drawing, and video games were dropped. I was in 'work mode' almost all of the time, as now that I was public and had a following, it was something of a job now.
All of my daily time slots through every day was work, family time, Detached, and sometimes having a social life.
It was around all this time I was a couple of years into being a supervisor at my IRL work. Long hours with salaried pay, and it was ultimately a terrible experience. I discovered that I am not made to be a manager. Too much lack of empathy for employees for the betterment of the company. High expectations, low feedback. terrible training (basically throwing me to the wolves, with the expectation that you find the time to train yourself, crazy stuff), and absolutely brutal weekly self-reviews.
A lot went on, and my voice felt wasted. My depression worsened. My anxiety worsened. I fell into alcoholism. (I'm fine now, I already dealt with that chapter of my life.)
But I was still being creative. All of that aside, I fucking felt successful at something.
I had since stepped down from that position, and begun to fix up my life for my health (physical and mental), and my family. I stopped drinking, I started to fix up my diet, I started exercising again and walking around more.
However, even though I was working much less hours, I ended up just filling those hours with everything I was already doing. This routine was becoming unsustainable. No variation to the cycle, aside from the aforementioned occasional social life. So, I decided to take on a bi-monthly schedule following a 2 month fine-tuning of Detached. This is ultimately something that I want to get back to, as it was working wonderfully for me, as it gave me time for other things. A much needed space to breathe away from the usual stuff.
Aaaaaaaand then the world started going to shit. Aaaaaaaand then the seasonals hit with an extra spicy bite this time. Aaaaaaaand then I came to some important revelation (more on this later).
This is bad for my creativity, in case anyone couldn't tell from the fact that it's been a hot minute since a release. Sitting in front of the computer has been torture. I sit there staring at my tablet with my script open and only write a few words over the course of half an hour. Hell, even drawing was so fucking far away from me. It's just me and the fucking struggle bus.
Wow, all of this sounds like I'm leading up to cancelling Detached.
I'm not. In fact, what all of this is meant to say is that I've been getting back into the groove of things lately. Making renders has been much closer to being regularly paced, and last week I just started to write again.
I also started new medication.
I feel... much better. Not perfect, but much more manageable than before.
But, most importantly, I'm pretty sure that I know what brought on that really nasty bout of the seasonals.
2025 was also a very intense year of self-reflection for me. I'm not going to get into all of the details, as a lot of them are incredibly personal and unimportant for the public to know, but at the same time, they were also the reason for my general being uninvolved with the public, and this has lead me to neglect my community. I'm sorry for that, and I intend on being a little more present going forward.
Anyway, long story short, it turns out that I'm trans. Whee, fucking sucked getting there though.
Mrs. Scruffles has been absolutely amazing during all of this, and I'm blessed to have her in my life cheering me on.
What does this mean for Detached? Absolutely nothing. I'm still me, this game is my fucking baby, and I yearn to see it through. I'm still working on it, Daine's still a piece of shit, the girls are still sill for falling for him, and bad things will still happen.
I just feel like I owe y'alls an update, an explanation, and some insight. I'm alive, Detached lives, and, as is tradition, I am long-winded with unnecessary preamble.