Zawsze lubiłem czytać artykuły @GSuteniec w temacie game devu. Tym bardziej miło, że w dzisiejszym artykule opisuje historię spółki, w którą zainwestowałem.

AI bros: „zaraz sobie wypromtuje giereczkę, przecież nie trzeba się na tym znać” Gracze: „hold my beer”

Foxy dumplings 😺

Ciekawy wywiad u @PawelBiedrzycki z Grzegorzem Wątrobą (@OkiemDeva), CEO jednej z naszych inwestycji w Erebor Capital. Polecam!

Pytacie w listach jak tam na Steamie? Dobrze? Dobrze! Rekordowy kwartał i z dużym prawdopodobieństwem rekordowy rok.

Miło popatrzeć na takie wpisy 😺

Ciekawy badania - warto grać w gry 😺

Here we go again! Gamescom 2026

Two Motherlands-Patries cradled my head – One combed a golden amber comb through my hair, The other, washing the coral reefs of the river rapids, Chanted of a blind lot – of fate, upon her lyres... One danced before my eyes with a gold-brocaded sash, The other battered her skull – drunk as a purse – One walked barefoot, gathering sorrow beyond the azure sky – The other crowed to her with the rooster of rebellious scythes. Two Motherlands-Patries taught me my speech – Woven into a bloody braid with the berries of dew – So that my heart would break with pain into two halves – So that this divided heart would weep like a single voice... Tomorrow the socials will be filled with post about The Bloody Sunday in Wołyń. But today is another quieter anniversary. Zygmunt Rumel was a Polish poet and, during World War II, underground officer of the Bataliony Chłopskie partisans in the Wolhynia Region of the Second Polish Republic. That’s his poem in the beginning of the post. He was an emissary of Polish partisans who was supposed to negotiate with UPA to stop genocide of Polish, Czech and Jewish civilians. They came with no weapons. UPA had no honour. You know how they treated the emissary? They tied his hands and feet to four horses and drove them away and ripped his body apart. These are the heroes of UPA. I do hope the hell exists. Because this geroye are already there for more than 80 years. I’ve been helping Ukrainians in their struggle against Russians. But I’ve been helping my friends who were taking care of their children not talking about nailing babies to fences because of their nationality. They never glorified bestiality. When I managed to get them bullet proof vest so they can have a tiny bit of protection when they go to get their family away from Kyiv I thought this may be the last time I’m seeing them. But fortunately it did not happen and we have met last week. For me it’s not about the past as much as about the future. I would hate to hear in 1-2 generations children screaming „riezat Łachów” (murder the Poles). Is it so hard to understand?

Real heroes connect people!