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PS: If my comments are too long and you'd like me to remove them, let me know. I just don't know where else to write them. Seriously. It's your fault anyway, your post inspired me and suddenly I had the urge to spout tons of text. ._.
Two of the conflicting reasons that make him make games : the first being that he seems to be best able to communicate, even commune, with other people through them, and the second being because he doesn't want others to give their opinions on them, may they be appreciations or interpretation. We could say that each of Davey's unplayable games are homes or prisons for his soul to roam in, to explore, to find peace and at so point, a a way, a great deal of happiness.
And around of these two strong and conflicting feelings a tiny universes of meanings is built, all true, all creative, all coming full-circle back to him, to keep him company. :)