“JeT iSn’T BLAAAAAACK!”

He gon’be black t’day....

Fire doesn’t cleanse, it blackens...

*remembers the copy sitting in the game case under the tv*... Dangit... Now I’ve gotta dig it out....

Harvest Moon Back to Nature saw my first attachment to a video game critter. Not the dog or the horse, but my very first chicken, Eggy. Yes, cheesy name, but I was young. Eggy won the chicken festival the second year into the game, and all the work I put into hugging that chicken, and letting her outside, and feeding…

I hate to be “that person” but... Am I the only one who noticed that Paine has a little camel toe action goin’ on here? I never noticed it before...

During the election coverage last night, I was rping with my husband and very dear friend of ours who lives in another country, and the comfort I took from the world we’ve built made the real one around me feel so much less horrible. Games, no matter the type, are the best form of escapism in the world, hands down.…

I remember the Christmas of the N64. We were getting one on Christmas day (I already knew about it, family present) but my cousin already had gotten his when they were released. He desperately wanted LoZ:OoT, so on Black Friday my mom, me, Grandma (who was raising cousin), and the cousin in question ended up at the KB…

I have a copy of this gorgeous, disgusting game, and I will NEVER part with it. The story had intrigued me when it was released, but the controversy around it was even more enticing, and when I found a copy of it at a local EB Games (god that dates it...), a friend bought it for me without a second thought. I play it…

This was a wonderful read. While I may not get to play table tops as much as I’d like (work, busy toddler, lack of close friends), my husband and I do still get to play.

I have to agree. Rule of Rose was one of the most disgusting, heart wrenching but beautiful games I’ve ever played.

In 2002 my afternoon classes were held at our local zoo (Art schools can be really fun).We ate lunch there, then had classes in the Zoo’s educational museum basement. One afternoon while we were all at lunch, one of my friends noticed a guy sitting by himself at a table a little ways away from us. She hauled him over,…