Are you suffering from post-rAge depression? I am.
For all the stress it generates here at NAG, rAge is always a magical, magical thing to be a part of. Walking through the Dome late Sunday afternoon after all the visitors have been ushered out, it’s eerily quiet compared to the thunderous bustle that permeated the show floor just hours before. There’s a sense of silent (and sometimes not-so-silent) jubilation as the exhausted exhibitors slowly empty their stands, eager to head home and regain some semblance of normalcy after a manic, but brilliant weekend. It’s a lot like the morning after a wild night: the world’s spinning, you can barely remember a thing, you’ve got a weird rash on your nipples and you’re left wondering how it all happened so fast – but you know you had a great time. It’s intensely bittersweet.
See, rAge is naturally inspiring. It effortlessly generates unforgettable memories, and if you let it, it’ll introduce you to countless new people and experiences, and remind you why the local games industry can be a wondrous thing. If you need proof of that, just look at the inaugural NAG Jam.