I plug my own work all the time–I’m an artist, what else can I do? Paint, plug, sleep occasionally.

However, since the veils of secrecy have finally been lifted, I can finally plug James, or more accurately, what James has been working on.

Admittedly, it’s not my sort of game, but I’m damn proud of him, and I anticipate squealing with glee whenever the commercials come on.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.