Buy My Games, While I Escape Debt

I've been poor. I've been dirt-eating, street-living, cry yourself to sleep poor. The kind of poor where you wish you could kill yourself to collect the life insurance, but you already sold the life insurance. The kind where debt companies feed on you like the worst kind of vampires.

I made it out of that.

Not a lot, but enough Into the club of people who can find four hundred dollars in an emergency.  The club of people who have a disposable income, even if it is small. The club of people who know tomorrow will be the same as today because the money for food and shelter will be there.

I prefer it this way. I don't want to go back. 

Then last year I was coming up a crest on a dark and stormy night and the traffic was stopped dead on a road with an 80 speed limit and no matter how hard I hit the pedal I could not stop in time. I destroyed my car and put myself in hospital and lost six weeks of work. I dented the car in front's bumper.

They want $6400 to fix it, or $4000 if I pay this month. I have $400, not $4000. 

This isn't begging, it's just not quite a kickstarter. For your money, you get a roleplaying game. Pay a bit more, get two. Get me to $4000 and I can KEEP making games. Because I couldn't when I was poor. I had no space to do it. Every ounce of my strength and soul was focussed on surviving another day. Indeed, it was only recently that I had enough money that I could make games regularly enough to have a patreon. I don't want to go back in the hole.