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Hey there,

Thank you for saying all of this, I really appreciate it.
I just want to tell you that the game will get one more free update before it goes commercial, and because you are a donator (this goes for any other donators), you will receive a code for the game when the paid version is released.

You will also be included in the credits of the game as a beta-test donator, and I guess I can share some of my backstory.

Everything began when I was 10 years old. I didn’t understand much at the time, but my sister died while giving birth. My mother had to take care of a premature baby while dealing with the loss of my sister the same sister who had shown me how to play games and use the internet back then.

I, on the other hand, didn’t fully realize the gravity of the situation. Within a few days, my world had changed. Nobody cared for me for about a month. I had to do many things by myself, and after that month they finally made some time for me so they could transfer me to a new school, since we had to move houses. Every morning I had to wake up at 6 a.m. to get to school for 7:50 a.m. (class started at exactly 8).

After the transfer, I had to share a room with my mom and my little brother the child my sister had given birth to. Being premature, he had several problems, and like any other child, he would cry at night. But because of his condition, it wasn’t just crying there were other issues. I had to escape that room because I was getting no more than four hours of sleep per night, which is terrible for a 10-year-old.

So I went to my brother’s room, where they put me on the floor with just a mattress next to the heater. If you have ever been in constant contact with something that hot for a long time, your body tries to reduce its temperature by burning calories. That might be fine for a short while, but I was in contact with that heater for a year and four months. During that time, I was sick at least 60% of the time because my immune system didn’t have the resources to defend me properly.

The breaking point that finally got me my own room was when I fell off a bicycle going 35 km/h and broke a bone.

After I recovered, my big brother got me a laptop for my birthday. I was happy, but the store scammed us. The label said it had 16 GB of RAM and 4 GB of VRAM, but in reality it only had 4 GB of RAM because someone had stolen the other sticks.

I had wanted a laptop since I was 7 years old. It wasn’t that my parents couldn’t afford one they could. They just thought it would make me a bad student and I would become stupid. For reference, they had a net worth of more than one million dollars.

I’m sorry, I can’t continue. It’s 2:30 a.m. and I’m crying my eyes out over the bad childhood I had. I had no friends, nobody who cared, and for most of my childhood I lived in a forest with no human contact other than my parents and the people who visited their restaurant. I didn’t speak the language they spoke, so I’m not sure if that even counts as human contact.

I’m sorry that you had to hear my backstory. I know nobody really cares.