Renaud van Strydonck

Renaud van Strydonck

Portrait of a Game [ Designer / Developer ]

Take My Hand

Imagine, for a moment… We’re sitting together on a bench, on a bridge overlooking the river mouth.  The sun is rising or setting across the horizon, painting watercolours in the sky.  You open your mouth, as if to say something, and you take my hand. And it isn’t until then, until that moment that you… Continue reading

How Many Miles to Babylon?

“How many miles to Babylon? Three-score miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, there and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You will get there by candle-light.” – old English nursery rhyme So, the power blew out. The power blew out, and I spent half-an-hour looking for the fuse… Continue reading

The Golden Rule

“Forming a kind of initiated priesthood, secrecy is the general rule. A modern occultist cult sums up this almost primordial urge for secrecy in one of its dicta: Knowledge is Power; Knowledge shared is Power lost” [1] The inimitable Matt Jones (who wrote such digital gems as the Bourne Infrastructure) recently posted a fragment of Greg… Continue reading

Level Up⇪

“[…] If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ […]” – Rudyard Kipling, If I have tried to explain these ideas several times, now… [I should, perhaps,… Continue reading

…und sie zittert da heute noch

“When the child was a child  It walked with its arms swinging,  wanted the brook to be a river,  the river to be a torrent,  and this puddle to be the sea.” – Peter Handke, Song of Childhood  Today, I am one year older than I was a year ago. As happens every year, on… Continue reading

the Blue City

“What god do you pursue in cities? Do you see him, briefly, from inside a moving tram? There – is that his name, those spray paint letters? Is that him, broken, crazy, speaking tongues? There, is that him? Can you demonstrate? Can you mouth or call his unsaid name?” – Robert Archambeau, Citation Suite It… Continue reading

I create my own perfection…

“Dear Diary…” Today, I wrote a game pitch about Medusa. Medusa, who understands what is happening to her, who knows that Perseus is coming, who sees clearly and cannot be seen. She must sneak her sisters safely out of a post-Mythical metropolis, before the great hero Perseus comes on his winged sandals to kill her…. Continue reading