Edit: Fixed Awkward Control + V'ing
I'm qualified in literature.
Like most have pointed out by now, profit and art are two completely different concepts which are usually brought together in society as we know it.
So let's just leave the profit concept with the idea of an artist walking a tightrope. Writers sign contracts to produce just like the problem we're experiencing in the gaming industry:
(X amount of games produced over Y amount of time) = A potentially and catastrophically restrictive artistic environment
I write short stories and I don't actively aim for publication, but over the years a couple of things have slipped into the market. I know from experience that to write something really worthwhile you have to have spent time on it, and it must be done with "love" for your project.
I'm currently working on a character piece with many elements and so the story presents many, many problems in terms of how I'm going to make this narrative puzzle fit together in a manner that my readers will find entertaining and engaging. It's very easy to just Glue and Stick a story but then you end up with a piece of shit, it's as simple as that.
Imagine you're a writer working for *Insert Morally Bankrupt Corporate Entity Here*; they have just told you that you are to start working on the next Thief game.
You: "That's great! I loved the Thief series! What are we calling it?"
Guy Above You: "Thief: Revengeancerection!; The Murdering; Death Blade Edition"
You: "Uhh... Why?"
GAY: "Well the marketing people were digging through the archives and one of them thought he recognized the franchise, he said we hadn't used this one yet. Turns out it wasn't the game he thought it was but it seemed similar enough."
*Oops, sorry about that. "Guy Above You" will henceforth be referred to as "Friendly Authority Guy".
You: "Aww, marketing did something again?"
FAG: "Yes! It's all about the marketing!"
You: "Sir, I meant, why are we adding so many tags to the title?"
FAG: "Focus Testing! Marketing says that kids' grannies won't buy a game about a witty guy who cracks jokes while he steals the cutlery. So I want you mul... writers to write about murdering people." - Turns to window overlooking rows of cubicles where programmers, designers and all manner of artistically practical personalities are whipped by a bodybuilder wearing a full body leather BDSM outfit. They do not notice the whipping because of sleep deprivation as evidenced by countless coffee mugs and energy drink cans strewn about the place.
You: "So stealing is NOT OK but the murder is?"
FAG: "You silly donk... writer. It doesn't matter anyway, grannies can't read the title unless we have one big word on the front of the box."
You: "But sir, what about the players?" FAG ignores you. Apparently it's effective.
FAG: "Tell the design computers to make the font small."
You: "You mean the designers sir?"
FAG: "Whatever they're called. I don't want THIEF written in big bold letters on the front."
You(sarcastically): "It shall be done sire. When do we plan to release?"
FAG: "July!"
You: "Next year? But sir, that's not enough time."
FAG(Cuts you off): "Cease your squawking peasant! We release this year!"
You: "But sir! It's April, we can't possibly,"
FAG: "Call me sire. I want a complete project plan by tomorrow."
You: "But sir," - FAG indicates with an open palm that you should stop talking. You think for a moment and then rephrase your objection.- "But sire, the writing team is still on crunch time for that other first person shooter."
FAG: "Oh, you mean the 8 hour babysitting game we'll be selling for $60?"
You: "No, sire. It's a military shooting game that takes about 6 - 8 hours to complete. We've been releasing one a year for a while now. Sometimes two but we use a different name for the other one."
FAG(self-important): "But Large Johnson in marketing did a whole presentation on it for the board and I am pretty sure he used the words 'baby' and 'sitting'.
You: "Real name is Lars sir, he just introduces himself as Large. We're getting off point here sir. We can't possibly make an entire game in three months."
FAG: "I said to call me sire, peasant! Besides you'll have a massive budget! The marketing campaign is going to be insane. They've already showed the trailer at Pee-3 and the fans absolutely loved it!"
You: "But we haven't even started making the game yet sir... sire!"
FAG: "Dick Largely from marketing said he knew about a photo shop that sold pre-release materials. It only cost half the budget!"
You(dying a little inside): "Oh... god... Ahem, his real name is Charles Lesley..."
FAG(cheerily): "Righto then, I'm off." - FAG opens window, waiting patiently for the whip handler to notice him. Whip falls silent. Tired eyes look up at cheerily smiling FAG - "Good news nobodies! We're making a Thief game!" - One employee draped over the coffee station's counter sighs aloud. FAG points at dying programmer "Eddie! Whip that man!".
Eddie: "The handbook says we ain't supposed to whip the employees when they're dying." - Eddie looks at his whip as if remembering something - "Chapter 5 I think, we are to use our energy to motivate the living and thus productive employees; dead or dying employees are of no use and should not be considered appropriate for whipping."
FAG: "Check him then. If that wasn't a death groan I want him whipped for insubordination! And You!" - FAG turns to You. - "No more complaining about time, or whatever you artsy peasants complain about these days. If you don't like it you can go work for ANUS Software, at least our employees have walls."
You: "We have cattle pens sir. Remember? The last CEO sold his farm and illegally removed fixtures like cattle pens, and then to save money on storage and to save the company some money, they just installed them in the office instead of cubicle paneling."
FAG: "Irregardless, they don't have walls. Barbarians!"
You (resigned to your fate): "We will get it done. Do you need anything else?"
FAG: "No! Now get back to your pen!"
You: "Moo."
-FAG leaves with a spring in his step. Someone is waiting for him outside the door. -
Unidentified Voice to FAG: "We're calling it SimooCity; The Rebuildening! It's about those little people from The Simoo games except we've expanded that concept so much that it's become this whole huge NEVER BEFORE seen thing; The Simoos now live in a city, not a neighborhood like the old games. But here's the catch! You don't control the Simoos this time, you control the whole city! It's like, umm."
FAG: "Like playing God?"
Unidentified Voice: "Oh my god, yes! We can brand it as a god game. We..." - Unidentified Voice trails off as if he had started slobbering too heavily to continue -
-Unidentified Voice and FAG leave stage.-
You (descending stairs to pens, singing to yourself): "I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say, it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told"
Eddie: "Hey you! What are you doing with that dead man's tie?"
You (tying tie to rafter): "Chapter 5 Eddie; you are also not to whip suicidal employees as discouraging them from death voids the company's right to claim their life insurance."
Eddie: "Oh, right. Carry on."
- As a last act of charity you take up a project plan, and write "Thief - Absolutely no tags" under the title heading. You place it in your outbox and jump from your table with the noose around your neck. Unfortunately the building was made by a company owned by one of your bosses and the steel rafter gives way under your weight and falls on top of you.-
-Months later you awaken from a coma. A newspaper is brought to your hospital bed. You read an article. Your company's offices had burned down with most of the employees still inside. FAG is quoted as saying: "We mourn the tragic losses suffered here today. Luckily we had extensive insurance and this incident should not affect productivity much. To mark this joyous occasion we are announcing a new Leisure Suit Larry game. The release will be tomorrow!"-
- A representative from the insurance company is quoted as saying "We mourn the hundreds of life insurance accounts claimed on because of this tragedy." -
- A courier eventually shows up with your laptop because your family, friends and that girl you dated once have forgotten about you. You've been working crunch-time for 10 years. You open your email to find it full of death threats by angry gamers because they think you "made" Thief: The Emoing.-
Time, love and commitment. Add money, no problem. Put money first, ooh boy.