If They Asked How I Died Tell

Syndicate Is Technically The First Game I Worked On.

We All Get Our Dreams Stamped On From Time To Time, Right? And If It Didn’t Hurt, What Kind Of Second-rate Dreams Would They Be?

I've Been Accused Countless Times Of Writing Gloomy Futures. But To Me, The Texture Of My Sci-fi Just Feels Like An Extrapolation Of Current Trends.

Culture Is Like A Smog. To Live Within It, You Must Breathe Some Of It In And, Inevitably, Be Contaminated.

Pretty Much Anything You Care To Imagine Can Happen In A Fantasy, Which In Turn Means You Can Really Crank Up The Intensity Of The Tale You're Telling.