This is a story about love, betrayal and FOUR DEAD CLAUDE SESSIONS.

My husband is writing a sci-fi novel with ChatGPT.
Naturally, he decides it needs a game.

Step 1: He makes it my problem.

He hands me a game spec. Incredible worldbuilding. About a thousand markdown files of absolute CHAOS.

Four Claude sessions...GONE.

BUT:
Not building the game.
Just reading, cleaning up
and structuring the spec,
then choosing a tech stack.

My token allowance: DEAD.

His review: "You're a snail."

Step 2: I make it Codex's problem.

"Install Codex and leave me alone."
"But I don't know how to use it."
"Shh. Install it. Stop talking rubbish."

Step 3: He develops a problem.

GPT in Codex annoys him. He switches to Claude.

Pro...Then Max 20×.
For the limits, obviously.

Step 4: He hires 17 employees. None of them are human.
11–17 Claude agents running at once.

Plus my minion mod, which lets Claude boss GPT around.

Yes, the same GPT he fired from Codex.
Apparently, it's perfectly qualified to be an intern.

The game looks like a studio made it. (of course, it still needs a lot of work)

3D models from Tripo. Textures, characters and animations by Claude. It even has its own CADMapper, Asset Studio and god knows what else.😂

I'm still the snail. 🐌