Entrepreneurship

There comes a moment in every journey - every startup, every mission worth pursuing - when the weight becomes too heavy for one person to bear alone. The path grows steeper. The fire that once burned bright begins to flicker. Doubt creeps in, quiet but relentless, like the shadows of Mordor stretching across the horizon. This is the point where many lose heart. But it’s also where the best founders reveal who they truly are. Because in the strongest teams, no one walks alone.

That’s the moment. The exact instant when theory becomes reality - when the lights flicker, the gears spin, the sparks fly - and suddenly, it works. You’ve spent weeks (maybe months!) chasing equations and ideas that refuse to behave. You’ve doubted yourself. Others have doubted you. You’ve muttered, “maybe this is impossible...” more times than you’d like to admit. And then - click. A wire connects, a circuit completes, a line of code finally makes sense... and your creation

They said you couldn’t do it. They said you would fail. They said you were stupid to even try. They doubted your ability, your vision, your resolve. They whispered that you’d fail quietly, fade away, give up like so many before you. But you didn’t. You didn’t argue. You didn’t waste your breath proving them wrong with words - you did it with action. With progress. With results. They tried to measure your limits, but they never saw your heart. They never saw the late nights, t

You made it. You crawled through five hundred yards of foulness I can’t even imagine to escape your old life, but you came out clean on the other side. That’s what it feels like. It's day one. You broke free.  For years you endured it - the routines, the walls, the small talk, the quiet resignation. You told yourself there was no other way. But deep down, you knew you didn’t belong there. You were made for open skies, not fluorescent ceilings. And when you finally crawl out -

It all starts with an idea. A small thing, really. No louder than a whisper. You don’t know where it comes from - maybe a quiet Sunday morning, maybe the middle of a long, sleepless night. But once it’s there, you can’t ignore it. At first, it doesn’t look like much. Just a thought, a flicker, a ‘what if’. But deep down, you feel it - that faint electric pull that tells you this could be something. Something worth building. Something worth believing in. And so you start. Not

Ever get that feeling you’re just… doing time? You show up. You clock in. You do what you’re told. But somewhere deep down, you know you were meant for something more. The walls might not be made of stone and steel - they’re made of routine, comfort, and fear of the unknown. But the truth is, the door isn’t locked. It just takes courage to push it open. If this is how your job makes you feel… maybe it’s time to plan your escape. John Thornewill 21st October 2025

You’ve spent years staring at the same walls - the same routine, the same meetings, the same small box they call “security.” But somewhere deep down, you’ve been digging. Not with a shovel, but with ideas. Late nights. Hidden notebooks. Quiet research when everyone else has gone to bed. You tell yourself it’s just a side project - but you know it’s more than that. It’s your tunnel out. Every plan, every email, every line of code or sketch of a logo - that’s another scrape at

I think about the way a story sounds. How a single voice, a whisper, or the rustle of wind can paint a scene more vividly than any camera ever could. That’s the magic of sound. It doesn’t tell you what to see - it lets you imagine it for yourself. At Red Nought, that’s the world we’re building. A world where you don’t need perfect sight to see perfectly. Where spatial audio becomes your canvas, and every echo, every footstep, every heartbeat draws the picture in your mind. It

...it isn't about pixels or engines or code. It's about seeing something you'd only dreamed about finally come to life. Watching it move, breathe, exist — because you'd imagined it. It’s a strange kind of freedom, that moment. Like stepping out into the sunlight after being in the dark for far too long. You realize you’re not just playing someone else’s story anymore - you’re writing your own. And you find myself thinking about that feeling - hoping more people get to experie

Not about money. Not even about success. Just the belief that you could build something that mattered. A place where people could create worlds together - where imagination wasn’t limited by code or circumstance. You find a small team of people that share your dream. Late nights. Empty mugs. Hope. They built the game - while you went out there selling the dream, one conversation at a time. And then one day… it happened. Your first game went live. Somewhere, someone pressed Pl