This devlog should bring you up to speed for where the game currently is

The creek ran cold over basalt, widening where fallen alders held the memory of floods. They crossed before first light, stone to stone, breath rising white. No one spoke. The water smelled of iron and moss, and the cold came up through their feet and stayed.

My name is Phil Rilatos. Firefighter, instructor, author, whistleblower, and game developer. This site documents the work — the BURN Method, fire service leadership, writing, Huucha Games, and everything I'm building to leave behind.