Stories
Story. It seems like such a simple word. It isn’t. Stories once held the history and future of humanity. We huddled around fires telling stories to our family. These stories entertained and passed the time but they also held great and important truths. Stories taught our children how to survive. Stories helped us remember the past. Stories taught us how to be human.
Now stories are something we tell children to help them sleep. Stories are placed into small books with large colorful pictures to teach us to read. But we leave those behind as we grow up. Right? No. we don’t.
As we grow, our stories grow with us. The picture books become novels, television, movies, and games. Even as we reach adulthood and we think our lives become too busy for silly things like stories, they remain. We say it’s just entertainment though. Nothing important. Then as we get older we may have children of our own. Maybe a few wrinkles begin to show in the mirror and we have no idea when those showed up. Things begin to ache a little and we begin to wonder “What was the point?” “What have I done?” “What does it mean?”
We start looking for answers to our life. We start wanting to know if we made a difference. We wonder if people will miss us when we are gone. Will anyone even notice. That’s when we begin to realize. Our lives are our story. Even if you abandon such things, the stories never abandon you. Your actions tell everyone around you about who you are and what you value. Your body bears the scars and consequences of a million decisions and sacrifices that led you to where you are now. You are your story.
I think people in our world have forgotten this. The stories of our youth are supposed to guide us as adults. They are supposed to tell us important lessons about the challenges we will face. They are supposed to teach us truths that we are too young to truly understand at the time. Stories are as integral to our lives now as they were when we huddled around the fire seeking warmth and protection from the terrors of the night. Stories should never be left behind.
That brings us to an odd crisis we face as a society today. Creative bankruptcy. The companies that provide us with our entertainment have begun to fail us. They no longer respect the stories of the past. They no longer respect the PEOPLE they serve. They think AI will solve all their creative problems. They have become so fat and lazy on the easy money of the last 30 years that they assume the public will continue to hand over their cash regardless of the quality of the crap they offer. They have decided that they have the right to tell people how to live and what to say. They have begun to believe that the people serve them instead of the other way around.
This is something Evil Grin Games aims to fix. I have been creating stories for people my entire life. My first story was written in kindergarten. I totally ripped off the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe as well as Dick Dastardly. I think there was a multi headed dragon in there too. Not sure. Ah, Good times. Anyway, companies have taken a great many of the stories I love and made extensive strides toward destroying them. So now it is time I fought back. It is my fondest hope that not only will I be able to provide the quality stories and entertainment that so many people need in this age, but also to buy older properties and preserve or restore them to their former glory. I don’t know if I’ll ever succeed in this, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try. I can’t wait to see how my story ends.
Sincerely, Adam.
