I love exploring the cultural and societal impact of videogames, be it AAA or indie titles.
Set in the year 1999, the unpronounceable YIIK (for the record, it’s actually Y2K, not yeeeek) may feel like a true-blue nostalgia fest for millennial gamers. Thankfully, it's more than that.
Playing videogames isn’t always about being the hero of your own story. Sometimes you are just the supporting character, watching from afar as the real adventurers strut about pompously, their chests puffed out from all their heroics.
The oddball humor of The Hard Way feels appealing because of how self-aware and ostensibly unpretentious the corporate giant is.
In contrast to his more boisterous companions like Dandelion and Zoltan, Geralt had the emotional range of a snail.
But Ubisoft’s hack-and-slash title, For Honor, has resuscitated my love for fighting games. It has helped me become less irritable and impatient about learning to play. It makes me want to devote hours just to hone my skills.
These powerful creatures can outnumber you, and a few slashes can quickly cripple your character. What’s more is that ammo is sparse and health packs even rarer, and you’ll often be reminded of how ephemeral and fragile your existence is.
Queer stories desperately need more diversity. The arbitrary nature of some of these deaths can be immensely frustrating.
On that Friday morning, she learned that Chester was gone. He committed suicide on what could have been Chris Cornell’s 53th birthday. In her mind, there was no doubt that it was premeditated; it’s too much of a coincidence.
Using firearms in the first-person shooter Receiver is a methodical process.
They told me that the law had decided his fate long ago. I just needed to do a good job.
Hideo Kojima loves using female stereotypes in videogames. I helpfully offer him a few ideas on how he can expound on that idea.
Like many games, the indie brawler Fight Knight also embraces repetition, while demanding that you fight with vigor.
David Davids is a fool with an inclination for the perverse. All he ever wanted was to have hot, kinky and deranged sex, but his wife just wouldn’t allow herself to be at the mercy of his sexual whims.
Devolver Digital’s presentation is a madcap, hysterical fever dream of satirical excess.