I was in the supermarket earlier in the week when I heard the latest Band Aid single. Christmas has officially begun, and I despair. For those of you who hate Christmas as much as I do, I’ve compiled a short list of sad games that will make even the jolliest of fat, hairy old men with sacks exclaim ‘Bah! Humbug!’. Here are six games that will pour some much-needed misery on your season of good will. Read more …
It’s a sad fact of the world today that we are sometimes held hostage to the whims of the internet. Go without it for more than a day and some of us will get sweaty palms and start freaking out about those missed emails and such. It’s not so bad if you can access the web elsewhere, like at work or a library, but you’re still left with that gut feeling of disconnection when you’re sat at home.
Of course, it’s not so bad for me. Most of the people I know that would want to get a hold of me can call or text me. Plus, I have a back-catalogue of about a billion games that need no internet connection to while away the hours or days until my internet problems are resolved. But there’s a different sort of hostage-taking that’s been rearing its ugly head again over the past few days. One that denies you access, but on a very specific level. I speak of the spectre that is the DDoS. Read more …
Picture the inside of the Royal Albert Hall in London, home of second largest pipe organ in Europe and a venue that has played hosts to the finest operas and symphonies in existence today. You sit down and watch the Royal Philharmonic Concert Orchestra enter, followed by the London Voices, one of the best vocal groups in the country. The lights dim and a tense number plays, complete with ominous Latin music from the chorus. Suddenly, however, you pick up a single word from the singers, a word that feels so out of place in this beautiful and storied venue.
Okay, folks. Confession time. I feel like I need to come clean about something that might colour your perception of me. I’m am a great champion of JRPGs. I started playing them when I was seven years old and my step-dad would let me play the sprite in Secret of Mana and have played almost every major release in the genre ever since. From the SNES days before Square Enix was a thing through the PS1 and PS2 eras when the cut scenes were pre-rendered and everything from hair to sleeves had a sharp edge all the way to today’s releases (and rereleases in a lot of cases). I have been more effeminate teenage boys than a police internet sting operation. I have saved more fictional worlds than Green Lantern. I love the weird and wonderful genre, but there is a dark secret I harbour. Read more …
I had decided that I wasn’t going to write about Destiny anymore. But then something very funny happened and I changed my mind. Last week was my anniversary with my fiancé and she gave me a unique gift.
See, for the last 2 months she has put up with me playing Destiny obsessively, disappearing into the Playstation for hours at a time. Turns out though that she hasn’t been idle during that time. No, instead she has been methodically cataloguing my conversations with the various people on my fire-team. My present was a list of the weirdest, and funniest things I’ve apparently said over the last 8 weeks.
It’s been about 6 weeks since I arrived home from work one day to find an Amazon delivery waiting for me. Inside was a Destiny PS4 bundle, along with a copy of The Last Of Us Remastered. Being a PS Plus subscriber, I also had instant access to about 10 games that I’d been storing away since last year.
So out of all the games at my disposal over the past month, which one is my favourite? Well, that’s a tricky one to answer, since the only one I’ve played is Destiny. Despite it’s flaws and annoyances, I just can’t stop playing the damn thing, God help me.