“It’s that kind of interaction, with the people who seem to run these spaces, qualifying themselves and their skills in manipulation and abuse, that puts me into an intense anxiety. “Read More Living in abuse and learning to fear games.
there is touch that is coming to life again, a current run into my base and rocking me back and forth on the electric tide. my filaments arcing and my eyes flashingRead More the PS3 is dreaming of you. a console thinking about touch.
Get on a computer and go play this game. Bear the vision of, help recognise and raise up a pro-black, pro-trans exploratory world.Read More A Pro-Black, Pro-Trans game.
review of June Flower’s Remnants, made with remnants of other artworks.Read More Abstract Review of Remnants by June Flower
Review by paint – flavour? discomfort.Read More a painted response to 4 small. unsettling. games.
Who is that in the background of Pokémon’s Galerie Rouge? Larger than life, is it the Mona Lisa? Why, yes, I think it is!Read More The Mona Lisa on display at Galerie Rouge
This piece is a response to the prompts in NoEscape’s great post about the legitimacy of non-play game experiences, where they detail their interaction with games through other people’s play experiences. I’d say firstly that I totally believe these are legitimate experiences, since the question of legitimacy that is repeatedly brought up with non-play games […]Read More That Dragon, Cancer: ‘Legitimacy’ and pace of play.
Finished? Well don’t worry, you can go again. And go again. And again. As much as you want. Wear those kidneys right out, and you can still come back for more.Read More Quantic Dream’s Infinite Stream of Piss
It’s no secret, at least not to the player, that Commander Shepard knows what’s in the next room. In fact it’s clear from the first moments of Mass Effect 2, as you experience your own supposed death on the ambushed and wrecked spaceship Normandy. Heading towards the shielded cockpit, through a hull breach that reveals […]Read More Mass Effect 2: Commander Shepard can see through walls