For centuries people have claimed to learn things from texts they’ve read, found role models in their favourite novels or plays, and even praised films and TV shows for their didactic quality – so why is it then that discussions of the effects of gaming have been limited to violence and desensitisation for so long?…
I’ve never understood the appeal of football. Like my love of seafood and the swell of anger I feel every time I see Tony Blair’s face, it’s just one of those things I’ve never quite been able to explain. The closest I’ve ever come is that it bores me.
Who’d be a citizen of Gotham City? Not me, that’s for sure.
If I was unlucky enough to be born kicking and screaming in Elliot Memorial Hospital, I would firstly question the sanity of my parents for choosing to live there for so long, and then suggest that we relocate immediately – once I had the mental capacity to do so, of course.
The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, the third action role-playing epic from Polish studio CD Projekt RED, makes you feel like you’re playing so many of your past favourites at once. And though some of its emulations feel like thinly scraped butter individually, as a whole this is still one of the best sequels you’ll play this year, thanks to how cohesively both action and role-play fornicate…
The Final Fantasy series has a history of being overly self-indulgent. Extravagant cutscenes bookend every set piece. Storylines tend to favour complexity over simplicity. And the cast of characters range from the cold and emotionally detached to the annoyingly upbeat.
With Dennaton Games’ Hotline Miami becoming one of indie’s crowned champions back in 2012, a sequel to the adrenaline-fueled slash-em-up was surely on the cards. Sure enough we now have that sequel in the form of Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number.
Why did Ninja Theory have to make Dante such a detestable individual? Arrogant, foul-mouthed and unconvincingly “edgy”, Dante has as much charisma as the swarms of idiots on Vine and Facebook who film themselves acting like twats in public because they think it’s funny.
Age takes its toll on us all. As the years go by, those grey hairs, wrinkles and peg-legs become more and more pronounced. It’s not clear when it happens. For some it’s around middle age, where the realisation that time doth not stand still inspires them to dye their hair fluorescent pink or drive around in a Honda Midlifecrisis.
Remasters are a funny thing. They rely on nostalgia for the original game, feeding off that sense of wonder we felt when experiencing it the first time around. Some manage this successfully, upgrading everything that made the original great and ironing out any lingering flaws, while others attempt a half-arsed rehash that at best looks only nominally better and at worst comes out more broken than its predecessor.
Twin-stick shooters have been enjoying a renaissance period as of late. The cubic destruction that featured heavily in the fabulous PlayStation 4 exclusive Resogun kicked off the next-generation with all the spectacle and pizazz that we’ve come to expect from a triple-A title.
If you only take one thing from this review let it be this – the Alien is a bastard.
You’ll shout, you’ll cry, you’ll invent all-new profanities just to belt at the screen as the scaly-skinned nightmare drops from a ceiling vent and chews your face off just as you get near a save point.