Do you want fries with that?

You've heard it said. There's nothing worse than discarded hot chips laced with laxatives when you're on a hot date with a hot chick on a hot day at the beach. With seagulls in your vicinity. Okay, maybe it hasn't been said. Well it has now.

Take out the laxatives. Lets zoom in on those heinous, squawking monsters for a second. Winged nemeses. Worse than wraiths on wings (try saying that out loud a few times quickly)- though it wouldn't surprise me if Tolkien took them as some inspiration for those villainous shadows of old white men. Murderous beasts of the sea. Primary noise polluter of the city. Their terrifying shadows ricocheting off the pavement like bullets as they swoop through the harbour. The tyrant of the beach. Public enemy number one of the humble potato chip.

Only they're not so humble. Because this is Potato Island. And when an island is named after someone, it's because they did something awesome. In our case? They fought back. Hard. And just like Colonel Sanders, the chips of Potato Island are famous for their Fried Chicken.

I won't spill the whole story here. A few more details will suffice for now. Something about a blue bird that isn't exactly domesticated but does look somewhat like a lost pet, and according to legend has a soft spot for our little heroes. You can find him just over the edge of the cliff on Overhang Headland. Did I mention a soggy chip is a sorry chip? They don't like water. I'd tell you more now but do you know what happened to the last chip who went looking for Blue Bird? He's a cliff hanger. You'll have to wait another week to find out more. (I'm nailing this aren't I? I should ask for a raise.)  

Except no one is paying me. Not yet. Words are no fun. Maybe that's why I haven't settled on a name for my game yet. Until further notice I'll be referring to it as either Chips vs Seagulls or just Seagulls. You get the idea. Because, it has both chips and sea.. I think you understand. I hope one day to find a way to sell my game, but first I have to make it. Prepare it for the world. Prepare it well enough so that unlike many of its heroes, it won't get eaten by ravenous beasts when I send it out the front door. For that, I need your help.

Over the next several months I will be documenting my journey from zero (or wherever this is) to hero (and hopefully not a soggy, sorry one at that). As I do, I would love it so much if you reached out to me with any ideas or feedback on things you would change, things I might be getting wrong or missing the mark on, or things you would like to see. You can reach me at luke@lostmycoconuts.com or through social media. So far I'm on Facebook and Twitter, but I'm a complete noob at both so if you don't hear back from me I've probably been swallowed by a seagull, or you know, kicked out of my account or something.

I want to succeed. But not so I can play this game with two Xbox controllers, one in each hand, left brain vs right brain style. I want to play it with you. And many others. So it needs to be your game as much as mine. Let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you.