You’ve been Spaffed!

Dear beloved community!

We have great news! And the name of the news is James “Spaff” Spafford. Please join me in welcoming him to Double Fine as our new Community Manager!

That’s right, he is our gift to you, and we will now throw him into the lions pit of your affections! Please treat him well. Give him your hugs and fond salutations. Or else he might ban you.

Ha ha, of course he won’t do that*. He is your friend! He knows what it’s like to be a member of the Double Fine community, because he was one of the Double Fine community’s first members!

Long before Double Fine Productions became the powerful, multinational media conglomerate it is today, we were just another a new, unproven developer. We hadn’t produced a single game yet. We were working in an unheated warehouse crawling with rats and occasionally overflowing with backed up sewage.** We were filthy and unlovable. But Spaff came to visit us (along with some hairy kid we assume was his butler) and he brought me a jar of Marmite. I had nothing to offer him in return, so I had no choice, but to offer him a job. We set his start date 14 years in the future, to make sure that I had time to figure out the paperwork, and so he could complete his journey into manhood.***

It’s all documented here, in this amazing snapshot of a simpler time—a time of soul patches and eyebrow piercings, when people didn’t know the word “selfie.”

We haven’t had a community manager in a while and I know that some members of our community have gone feral or started barbaric clans to rule the wastelands of our forums. But that time is over. Spaff is diving right in there, pulling weeds, scaring away dust mites, driving a semi truck loaded with guzzoline right through your roadblocks, and into your hearts.

You have been warned: A very friendly Englishman has been unleashed upon you! Say hi to him here or on Twitter @thespaff!

Welcome, Spaff!

-Tim

* He might do that.
** Not a joke.
*** This part is less true than the other parts.