He’s posted a follow-up and a semi-apology, which means more or less nothing to me. It sounds like we’re all buddies now, but he still wants M-rated games taken off the shelves. He can make all the noises he likes about “having a conversation” with the gaming community, but he’s no different than any other authoritarian book-burner out there, except he’s the hip new digital sort.
I shouldn’t even be giving the guy the exposure, but I’m weak. (Plus, I didn’t have time to write anything interesting for today.)
Games and the Fear of Death
Why killing you might be the least scary thing a game can do.
The true story of three strange days in 1989, when the last months of my adolescence ran out and the first few sparks of adulthood appeared.
Project Button Masher
I teach myself music composition by imitating the style of various videogame soundtracks. How did it turn out? Listen for yourself.
A programming project where I set out to make a gigantic and complex world from simple data.
Batman: Arkham City
A look back at one of my favorite games. The gameplay was stellar, but the underlying story was clumsy and oddly constructed.