How are we even defining “good,” anyway?
When awash in a cycle, it can be hard not to feel like you’re chasing something ephemeral.
There’s joy even in the expression.
Not all games are best played only on their own terms.
I was amazed. A single stray bullet, a bullet meant for me, had brutally executed him.
There’s a certain rhythm to life that people get used to, given enough time.
Uncertainty that manages to haunt the imagination is a powerful component of fear. But it cannot last.
The industry doesn’t really belong to anyone.
Memories are made up beautiful visuals; they linger in our minds long after the events have passed.
They’ll sit in the same spot, smoking or pantomiming discussion until you leave line of sight.
A player is only as free to resolve conflicts as the scale of a game allows.
We celebrate those, as monstrous as they can be, so long as they’re aimed in the right direction.