At the end of June of this year, the left Joy-Con on my one-year-old Nintendo Switch began to act funny.
I want to talk to you about what it’s like to live as a video game enthusiast and writer who doesn’t actually play AAA games.
I had to walk away from playing The Friends of Ringo Ishikawa after buying it on a whim and trying it for just one day.
This is the story of how The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild help me get through one of my darkest times in life as a migrant.
You’re sitting in the aisle sit on the plane, you still have roughly seven more hours to go before your bird lands and you’re: a) not sleepy at all, but also b) not in the mood for any plot crap. What do you do?
Super Mario Odyssey is weird. I must admit my initial reaction after learning of its hat-possessing gimmick was not great. It felt odd.
Hollow Knight drip feeds its explicit narrative in satisfyingly measured spurts delivered by the game’s diverse cast of NPCs. And none of these encounters are as delightful as those that involve Quirrel.