This past few weeks, the dark underbelly of the gaming world has been shoved into the limelight as a few certain prominent females in the industry have been harassed and threatened. It's sickening and unacceptable.
You guys remember Shaq-Fu, that so-bad-it's-REALLY-bad game from back in the day? Well, even though Shaq is retired from ballin', he's back in the game now, and raising money on indiegogo to fund another Shaq-Fu game.
It's been a little while since last time, but Zarnyx and I are back with a fresh crop of reviews. Once again, I have never played a Professor Layton game before, like, this year, and my compatriot has never played a Phoenix Wright game. In anticipation of the pants-wetting Ace Attorney and Layton crossover that…
I really don't have much to say other than that.
I'm a big Phoenix Wright fan, so I kind of lost my shit when it was announced that Professor Layton VS Ace Attorney was confirmed for a stateside release. Because, hell, it's more Phoenix Wright, and I'm more than down with that. Then I talked to my other friends who were excited for other reasons, namely the return…
I wrote a thing about a college football team you almost definitely don't care about. So, you know, there's that.
Fresh from my Hollywood Hogan-esque heel turn on TAY, Nach kindly asked me to take over his TAY Time duties. Which, you know, surprising, but whatever, it's his funeral.
I remember, in incredible detail, the street I grew up on. I remember the driveway of the house directly across from us where we'd occasionally play basketball with our neighbors. I remember my brother jamming his pinky there after I threw him an errant pass. I remember sledding down the driveway of the house on…
Oh no, but feel free to go down in the comments and tell me how you know better than one of the greatest art critics of all time.
My first "real" relationship ended terribly, and it was all my fault.
Summer is creeping to a close, and as the sun goes down, the humid, thick air is giving way to the cool crisp breezes of September. I love this time of year.
PSA: YOU GUYS PROFESSOR LAYTON VS ACE ATTORNEY IS COMING TO THE US.
You're down a touchdown, with just under a minute left before halftime. You've got no timeouts left, but your QB is connecting with the receivers on every play. You cross the 50, and get stuffed just outside field goal range. It's 4th and short, and it's the last play of the half. What do you do?
What if I told you there existed a magical place, packed full of flannel-wearing children of the 80's, with a plethora of delicious beers on tap and cocktails like the Arcade Lemonade and the Soda Popinski? Now what if I told you it was full of video games, and all of them were free to play?
If y'all didn't know, I've got a blog where I do reviews of beers and also terrible movies. Thought it'd be relevant here, since y'all just watched Sharknado and all.
It's common knowledge by now. The video game industry is out of ideas. Every summer, we get the usual pile of grayish-brown sludge to play: unimaginative third-person or first person shooters. By now we're used to it, and we don't really mind— it's just a fact of life. But it doesn't have to be.
Sam G. is unlockable by beating the game on Very Hard difficulty without losing a life. You must then defeat him to unlock him for use in Arcade and Versus modes.
It's 11:30 PM, and you're 11. You stayed up way too late watching TV, and your parents conked out on the couch before they sent you to bed. All the lights in the house are off, and the darkness is seeping in through the windows of your home, slowly oozing into the den. You start running.
The voice of your mother reverberates into your hallway, muffled by its trip through the stairwell and around the half-opened door. "Dinner's ready!" But you already knew. You can smell the roast chicken and the broccoli with garlic she makes— it's the only way you'll eat broccoli— but you don't care.
Have you ever called somebody a "hardcore gamer"? How about a "casual gamer"? An "EA gamer"? A "girl gamer", or "gamer girl"? We've all done it. We do it every day. And it's killing our culture.