Posts Tagged video games
I’ll be doing a piece about the process of using Twine soon. In the meantime, check out this excellent list of Twine games assembled by Anna Anthropy.
My wife is so sick of me talking about this game. Mostly, she’s sick of me using the phrase “Monstrous Vagina,” which I totally understand. I guess I’m just submitting everyone around me to the same horror I had to go through when I played this damned game.
Anyway! I wrote another review/retrospective for the OHR Magazine, HamsterSpeak. Check out the whole issue below:
Regrettably, since the audience for HamsterSpeak has a younger demographic, I had to refrain from posting a picture of the monstrous vagina. You’ll just have to play the game to see it. It being the monstrous vagina.
Still working my way through the Humble Indie Bundle. Yippee!
New weeklyish round-up of games I’ve been playing! I bought the Humble Indie Bundle part trois when it was around, and I’m just now getting around to playing those.
This has been brewing in my head for a long time, but this post from Tadhg Kelly of What Games Are prompted me to write it. Particularly, his article addresses the idea that Ian Bogost’s raging against Farmville and Minecraft is useless. (Read Shit Crayons for the best example of this rage in my mind)
I am not a big fan of JRPGs. Most of them consist of pressing the A button repeatedly until the game ends. It’s like trying to read Lord of the Rings while someone is constantly vacuuming and throwing small rocks at you, except that might still be worth it. Final Fantasy is an especially good example of this sort of thing, where the battles feel almost totally unrelated to the story, and all you want to do is GET IT OVER WITH.
“It’s a hostile universe out there,” she said. She flicked the ash off the end of the cigarette dangling from between her fingers. “But you knew that already.”
I did know that. You only had to see the Channel 8921 Intergalactic News once to realize that the whole of existence was bent on destroying itself from the inside out. But it didn’t mean anything. Not for me, not anymore.