In less than an hour I’d made my first game. Admittedly, it was a game in which you drive an unmanned unicycle around an abandoned piece of scrubland while attempting to shoot down a host of flying sharks with some multi-coloured lasers to a custom soundtrack of Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon”. But crikey, ...
The evidence that videogames may yet emerge from their period of extended adolescence comes not from the dizzying realism of the next Forza, nor from the unrivaled spectacle of the forthcoming God of War, nor even the news that Lara’s improbable cleavage is scheduled for a sober reduction in the next Tomb Raider. Rather, it’s ...
• The emotional highs and lows of spending $17,500 on a decades-old video game. • Wikipedia in hardcopy. Good for pressing flowers. • I love that Capcom are trying this, even though I fear it mightn’t work out. • What happened when Link booted a chicken into the deep fat frier? The Ocarina of Thigh. ...
Yesterday I stumbled across my life’s work. It took the form of a spattering of magazine contributions, piled high in the dusty belly of a Soho thrift store, 25 pence an issue. There amongst the musty clothes, yellowed comics and cracked DVD casings I read my old words, partially unfamiliar and somehow estranged, like photographs ...