Michael Latham

I do a lot of thinking & laughing during my morning walks. Today, as I walk along the water's edge, it hit me. This month, I have an 18 yr old who is off to college next year. 3 yrs ago before she was born, a douche named Ryan Brant, almost tanked my career before it even started

I remember those days when I had to make the choice of either going back into the IT workforce, or continue working on a broken game in order to right a wrong that a publisher had done in my name, and with my IP.

Broken, beaten, distraught, but resolute, I made the one choice that most would never have considered an option. I worked on fixing & patching Battlecruiser 3000AD, my 1st game, which the publisher was selling worldwide, neither paying me, nor supporting it.

Amid a deluge of derision and vilification across EVERY single gaming media, BBS & Usenet, I worked - angrily & resentfully, to fix my game for those who had bought it with no chance of getting a refund. I did it alone.

Almost a year later, against the backdrop of what became known as the glorious Great Usenet Flamewar, and legal action, I finished that game. Then in the ultimate FU to the publishers, I released it on the Internet. For free.

Throughout my career & history, from one thing to the next, those who have tested my resolve, and thinking they can put me under siege, have learned the hard way that for me, attempting to bully me into silence and submission is not, and never was, an option. I'm not that guy.