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.
How’s it goin’, hunters? With the release of Monster Hunter 4: Ultimate in the west fast approaching, I thought it was about time we revealed the final 5 most obnoxious monsters from Monster Hunter 3: Ultimate…
Don’t make a promise you can’t keep – especially in the video games industry. It’s the equivalent of lip-syncing during a televised concert, dousing yourself in gasoline and handing a pyromaniac a flamethrower: you’re going to get found out and inevitably burnt alive.
Monster Hunter 3: Ultimate is a game with real staying power, and it’s a constant presence in my Wii U’s disc drive. It waits patiently for my return, unflustered by the novelty of new titles and the supposedly massive amount of content they have on offer. It’s used to long spells of rejection – in fact, I’m starting to think it thrives off it…
Sunset Overdrive is the kick in the balls and childish titty twister this industry needs, and I really hope it’s given a lot of people sore nipples and aching plums.
There’s no filmic, melodramatic nonsense here. No subtext or cryptic logic to understand.
The Xbox One is a multimedia monster. It’s home to music, films, TV, apps and of course – my personal favourite – video games. But you probably knew all of that already (or at least I hope you did). I’m here to tell you about the little things you may have missed…
The Xbox One may be bombing in Japan, but Microsoft has one of the region’s best games in D4: Dark Dreams Don’t Die.
Never heard of it? Well, that’s hardly surprising. D4 has received no promotion whatsoever since its release, slipping onto the Xbox store with as much gusto as a field mouse passing wind on a blustery day.
There’s a reason I don’t watch the news. Terrorist threat this, unstoppable virus that. It’s a never ending onslaught of misery and fear that can turn any optimist into a bitter, disenchanted individual. I don’t want to know that cereal… yes, cereal…
17 years ago, a bulgy, yellow-eyed abomination popped its head through a hole in the wall and greeted me.
“Hello.” said the forlorn looking creature.
“Um… hello?” I awkwardly replied.
No one gave Akiba Aces a chance. And honestly, who in their right mind would? After all, this was a team of hapless no hopers; a rag tag bunch of below average players, struggling to stay relevant in the fast-moving world of professional football.