Open Letter to Our Players (With a Side-Eye to Certain Ex-Partners)

Hey Blaqqat frens, framily, partners and lovers,

Quick heads-up from the front lines: Our apps and games—including everyone's favorite balloon-popping revenge simulator, Ms. Petty (you know, the one formerly known as HATER or H8R)—have vanished on account of that one platform we were using did a sudden death sunset without adequate time for developers like BLAQQAT—that's me—to do anything smooth about it. For me the event was overnight. No DM, no warning, no "thanks for being an early builder, here's how to cash out yoru coins," no nothing. Just... poof. Like the execs hit the big red "sunset" button while yelling "YOLO!" and then immediately went on a team-building retreat to forget we existed.

Eighteen months of work—gone in the time it takes to cancel a monthly server subscription. Classic move from within the ethos where there is ostensibly deep neglect where a founder's choices to inform platform builders is rooted in a sense of value for something I call "builders equity". Sweat equity isn't something only founders invest. I get it: building empires on rented land is risky. We all want to be independent yet we all want to benefit from the promise of the network effect, yet when the platform extracts from its holdership like a landlord rather than treating each holder like a valued overseer of a section of map, it's more challenging than it needs to be for us to gain traction. One after another devaluing experiences in a row can make a person feel like they don't want to trust anyone for anything

looks around at all the different blockchains

... How can we blame anyone for feeling like it's hard to trust these days?
Nevermind about disingenuity, I'm talking about the viability of an organization to keep doing what its doing for the next 3-5 years—how likely are they to suddenly demand you either drop kick or adopt exploitative or ethicically misaligned terms of service; it's an important decision and requires a workflow to make the transition, if you've been using said platform for a long time.

But here's the punchline—they didn't actually sink BLAQQAT. I was already side-eyeing the vibe, flicking my tail, quietly packing our digital bags of code, and researching a move to a more loveable (and less capricious) hood where I hear the catnip is free-flowing. We knew platforms come and go like dinner smells, so we aren't about to let the table go without the BLAQQAT brand of circus antics and bizarre fun.

Right now we're in a short you-can-play-it-now hiatus while I rebuild and relaunch Ms. Petty and the rest of the BLAQQAT games character crew across multiple platforms. We're spreading out faster than rumors in a group chat—because apparently the best revenge is not just petty balloons, but making sure no single "oops we sunsetted everything" can nuke the fun again. We're hustling toward a more permanent setup where we actually have a say in the rules.

This isn't goodbye; it's a "brb, dodging crypto-founder rug-torpedoes."

Thanks for riding into this bizarre victory with us. Your scores, your streaks, your glorious pettiness—it's all fuel. I'll shout from this rooftops again the second I have something to show you.

Stay petty, stay patient, and remember: some islands sink, but the balloons? They always rise.

Already getting the laser pew pews juiced up with new sounds so busting will be more satisfying than ever. Onward to the spoils!

Maxximillian Blaqqat