You guys if Steelstar was any smarter he wouldn't be working for SSG but would have gotten a job at Intrepid making
Ashes of Creation. We have to face that we have a small, dipshit game, that is being held together by predatory microtransactions and pay to win. We are like a geriatric patient: all we can hope for is managed decline. Maybe we get lucky and they
copy (with no creativity) a classic module from someone who was actually creative. It is like Grandpa telling you about how he served in Vietnam. SSG is like the grandchild that is syphoning Grammie's retirement money but Grammie doesn't want to be abandoned so she lets it happen. That's the relationship between SSG and the creative source that is DnD.
Anyway, creatives don't make money because they can't market themselves. You know how much money Vincent van Gogh made in his life?
Fucking nothing.
Now his art is all over everything.
If you want to win the game of "cultural reproduction" you have to go all in on getting famous after you're dead. The chances of you winning while you are alive are slim to none. All your eggs have to go in one basket, and that basket has to "cash out" at some distant
hazār. Nothing great is done without great expenditure of human life. The flies of the marketplace just cash in on the hero's sweat.