The final 18 hours (and 18 minutes)

Good grief... I didn't know there was a 6:40am on a Saturday. My son is going out with his Grampa soon so I am about to get him up. I'm not going to do what feels right and crawl back into bed. Oh no sirreeeee. I'm going to push that little game of mine over the finish line. Yep. 18 hours to get a title screen, make the baddies fire, try to create a game-win scenario and possibly lie in the foetal position and rock back and forth while gently weeping.

Onwards!