Travis Johnson is a Masters of Interactive Technology student at the Southern Methodist University Guildhall program. Travis is a good guy. If you ask Travis to come and help you move a couch, he won't say he has to take his sick grandmother's german shepherd to the airport. He'll probably say, "Uh, when?", or maybe "Why are you asking me this over the Internet", if you are in fact asking him because you're reading this right now. Actually, this a pretty hefty block of text, so maybe you're not reading this right now. If Travis was even a bit sure nobody was reading this far into his Blogger Profile, he'd probably feel heady with the freedom, but also hesitant, even nervous. Can he handle so much raw, anarchic energy, rocketing about like gas molecules on the "hip" side of Maxwell's Demon's little room? Maybe he'll put a quote from the Bible or something here (lots of good stuff in there, like when Jesus killed that fig tree with only His Godliness. That was Travis' favorite story in Sunday school, but he got in trouble for telling the other kids that when Jesus wasn't running extremely productive Fish n' Loaves franchises, he kept one hand on a loaded gun in his toga, ready to throw down with ANY fruit tree that might look at him crossways)--but shit! What if someone DOES read this far in and gets offended! Gamasutra readers are so meticulous...it could be the end of Travis! In fact...are you allowed to swear in this thing? Travis doesn't know. Shit! Oh no, not again! The freedom, the raw opportunity for unjudged expression...now lays in ruins like so many powerlines between the stiff, hobbling onslaught of Godzilla. Once there was joy and laughter and skipping along the riverbanks, but then someone--YOU in fact, dear reader--climbed into the rubbery suit of Judgement, ran the leather glove of Shame across the samisen of Regret, and penclied in the fire of Scorn on the film that is MY BLOGGER PROFILE! With no more than a glance and a lightning-jaunt through the language centers of your brain, my words lay defiled--open and dirty, blanky staring at the darkening sky. Their madness brings laughter, but their memories brings naught but hope for death. Travis hears you, little words. Travis Johnson (student at the Southern Methodist University Guildhall program's Masters of Interactive Technology, the finest professional video game design and development program in the country) will end your suffering, if you will but take his hand as he follows you into that shadowed land.