I had no idea VC2 was playable on the Vita; I didn't even think to check the PSP catalogue through my PS3. I feel like an idiot.

And I knew this would be your reply. What is at stake here is your extremely unnecessary pedantry; I'm not sure what you intended to accomplish with your initial comment, but it achieved nothing.

While that word is also acceptable and suitable for the situation: I mean "interlocutor." The moans of the zombie formed a striking counterpoint in our twisted conversation.

Last night, after having just spawned, feeling pretty reckless—pretty frustrated from having lost my first three very well outfitted characters to: a server crash, starvation in a grocery store, and a ladder that punted me of a roof like a football—I encountered a heavily armed player (a bandit, when they're that…

And what is so great about that is how the game trains you to spam-scavenge and then exploits that training, making you feel like a complete asshole when you realize that those broken scissors you just grabbed were used to kill someone's wife, and that metal bat you're holding was used to bludgeon some children, now…

You, sir, have offended my sensibilities. Explain yourself this instant. Such a remark cannot be ignored, even in the shadow of a DocSeuss discussion.

To be fair: I didn't call you a Nazi directly; it was not an attempt to demean but an analogy to simply provide some historical perspective—wherein ideology so easily distorted a population's appreciation of art.

Well, to be quite reductive: this is "art" because it is a precise expression of its culture, possessing both a substantial conceptual sense, and, for my tastes, an aesthetic one as well.

This isn't historically accurate. Everyone isn't covered in shit.

I'm quite excited for this. Virtue's Last Reward was one of the few games that my wife and I played together; something about the genre and mechanics creates a wonderfully intimate spectacle out of the whole affair where it really doesn't matter who is at the helm—that, and my Vita has been pretty unloved lately, save…

A comment repost from a TAYhttp://tay.kotaku.com/show-me-your-f…, because, jeez, I feel it whenever I look at the damn case, let alone play the game:

I get crashes every session I play, but I've still been able to play a lot—and I've been having a good time too. Certainly they have a lot to work on, but a patch or two with the upcoming DLCs should take care of quite a few things.

This may be the first console generation in which, instead of working toward a "slim" model, they may have to work toward adding a little extra case space. I'm thinking: Playstation 4 TARDIS.

Hmm, what I remember most from KUF: The Crusaders was an overwhelming feeling of weakness; I felt weak when playing that game. I remember the 3rd person combat, and I remember thinking: "this is not Dynasty Warriors; I need strategy; I need my other units; my avatar can't carry me through this battle." It was hard.…

More than anything it really makes me nostalgic for Santaoalla's soundtrack for "The Motorcycle Diaries." There is a lovely sort of conversation that is built between the two—easily attributed to the artist's wonderful consistency in everything he does.

It is a true shame that he didn't win the Grammy for this soundtrack, a true shame. Not only did it actually deserve it but it would have been a nice nod to the importance of video gaming in modern culture.

Cynical Censor: "The top image is actually a .gif. . ."

I've been having connection issues since the beta that haven't really been addressed—every troubleshooting tip has been shot and the EA "Advisors" are categorically useless (you should see my transcripts)—, which I'm willing to look past for the time being because using a VPN has allowed me to play for quite a bit…

If nothing else: a very good trailer. Albeit we know little to nothing of the story, we all know we're not in it for the story.

The office section was by far the worst for me. Just looking into the cubicles, scrounging around for ammo, and I decide to pop into one more before making my way to an elevator and there she fucking is standing in the corner. . .I saved and quit right then and there.