It must have been a very difficult time for professional observers of pop culture, this Morbius business; clawing and scratching at one another for the best vampire-related metaphors in their headlines. Dead on Arrival. It lacks bite. It's batty. It's anemic. It treats us like suckers. Well, that last one is marginal I guess. It's possible they meant the regular kind.
I couldn't be more pleased with Dabe's new Good Game collection:
There's a lot of conversations about what Sony's gonna do about whatever Microsoft is doing, and how they gotta do stuff, and they gotta counter this, or address the other thing. So, this type of rhetorical framework makes Sony's bog-standard service refresh - with a side of trying to make PlayStation Now happen - into some kind of console war salvo when it's actually just whatever.
As you might know, I was first introduced to Dungeons and Dragons while I was in my 31st year and the game was in its 4th edition. It’s true, Acquisitions Inc. was my first time ever playing D&D!
Ziply originally offered Gabriel fiber service in November. Their Internet was barely up to regular tasks, let alone trying to have three people work from home, and the rumble of that truck must have been like the arrival of a sacred reliquary, laden with assorted saintly niblin's.
I made sure to have a notepad with me, because that's what you do when you are playing tricky games with your friends. You write important things in the book! That is, you write them down if you are a good and true ally. You pay close attention to the shadows that are cast when the sun is at its zenith - you ponder the reliefs and objet d'art, the statuaries, the occasional mysterious shrub. That is certainly what I did. Some do not do this! Some do other things.
Thursday night is race night for the Penny Arcade iRacing league! It’s like your parents bowling league back in the 80’s except we drive pretend cars around laser scanned virtual race tracks.
I showed these special Sonic & Knuckles controllers to Brenna, the hairy ones, and her face turned inside out. The middle part just kinda went in and then all the other face parts swept forward to claim the rest of the space. I itch just thinking about the clumps of matted cheese-hair and the waves of hatching larvae you would have to shake off every time you picked the thing up. Both hands are held in front of me, palms out, and my head is turned slightly in judgment - I am become ISO 3864-1, the international sign for no.
At this point, what else could you call it but a "doom"? A judgment passed, the cruel sentence revealéd?
Gamers Give Back day is a massive concentrated effort to raise funds on one particular day for Child’s Play. This year it will be on March 26th which is next Saturday and I along with tons of other gamers will be streaming and encouraging donations to CP that day.
I played Tunic until I stopped and called Mike, saying that I couldn't believe how amazing it was, and I was gonna stop playing immediately.
When I was pulling up our Gran Turismo 7 video to link it, I ended up skipping through a few parts of it to appreciate just how otherworldly some aspects of it are. I mean, look. I haven't played the last few games, so I don't know if this perverted oligarch is like the final car boss of the franchise now or what.
I went over to Mr. Gribbz'z house to play Elden Ring, and presumably to chew gum, though gum was not in ready supply. Then we started up the stream and checked out Gran Turismo 7; if that is your kind of shit, you can join us as we struggle to escape a car-obsessed billionaire's cafe slash car sex dungeon.
DioField Chronicle looks fucking sweet. It strikes at a number of my glowing, exposed targets, threatening incredible damage and perhaps even debilitating status effects.
Gran Turismo has always looked as ridiculous as they could make it at that particular time, and there seems to be some arrangement between Polyphony Digital and the parent corporation that they get to take the time required to do things correctly.
