It's going to be quite amusing when this goes full vaporware. It will unleash a torrent of butthurt the likes of which the internet has never seen.
There will be a post-mortem on Wired, a long write-up with several chapters, with bolded names like "Schafer's List" and "Downfall of DoubleFine", large photos of their smiling faces, and excerpts like these:
"Kickstarter seemed like a nice idea at first. It really did."
"There was a Master List, you know, of all the cool stuff we were going to put in there... we jokingly called it "Schafer's List"...."
"And then, you know, the girls came, the money just started sipping away, and we sat around the office, and we had lots of fun, and nothing was done... "
"The pressure, the pressure of all these people waiting for our game... I could tell it was getting to him... He sat in his office with blinds closed, and the bottle... trying to finish that cursed level with the bridges..."
"The rehab didn't last..."
"We all felt something was wrong, and everyone starting distancing themselves... but he was possessed... obsessed with finishing the game on his own..."
"I will always remember when I got that phone call from him, at 4am... he was incoherent... I think he was channeling our game protagonist, slurring something about the bridge level... "
"My heart was pounding as I drove to the bridge at night, I knew it, I just KNEW it, and everything sunk as I saw the lights at the water..."
"We never should've done this Kickstarter thing. We were not young enough. It was stupid. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for what happened."