I once took apart a Berlin studio’s collapse — north of eight million euros, four years, two decent games, gone. You didn’t need the gossip to see it coming; you needed the arithmetic. A team that size burns a fixed number every month. Divide it by what a casual player is really worth after the platform’s cut and the taxman, and you get the revenue you have to clear just to survive — a number their games were never going to reach. The hard part isn’t the math. It’s running it before you’ve fallen in love with the idea.