Jordan could hear something scratching. Fingernails... fingernails on metal. The metal of a dumpster he must have managed to crawl into before he passed out during a scuffle with a bunch of tribals. He sat up, instinctively reaching for his trusty machete
So the Kickstarter had just gotten underway, so we thought what better way to celebrate than with a game of ZoA? So we set up the terrain and jumped straight into it!
This is not a fun update to write, but we've been far too long without an explanation to our backers.
Unfortunately, it's time for us to tap out on this project. When Bret and my mothers passed away it took pretty much all of the wind out of our sails, and in the meantime our overhead has long since chewed up the remaining funds we'd set aside to hold us over until our book sales picked up.