A barrel between the teeth made the world speak for itself.

I think I figured out a precise analogy for such games. It's like chewing on tar, which isn't as bad as it sounds, but also hardly better than nothing.

Look at me now! In a twist of fate, an old elitist fell in love with a game he scoffed at for decades. I'll be a monkey's uncle.

It was a pleasure to see that CoH's charms and addictive mechanics haven't aged a day. It remains one of the best tactical puzzles in existence.

NO-SKIN is a psychotic urban punk fairytale that plays like World of Horror if it was made by Daniel Mullins high off Draft of the Darkness' kitchen sink residue.

I like Callisto Protocol. I wish I could recommend in good conscience a battered game I so enjoyed, but it still feels a tinge aborted. As it is, the game has merits, but it's a forsaken dead end.

Exceeding Requirements, exercising restraint, this little gem is Diablo I to the bone. It's a good thing and, if we're lucky, a good trend.

A demented collage of an immersive sim that's all about solving problems in a myriad of ways. Brain-damaged punk-ass trip. I didn't get it initially duh. Don't read the review, it's utterly unhelpful.

Few people can bag poor old Bessie faster than me.

I'm a sucker for knights and castles, not baroque and chanson. I prefer my goofy rolls and deliberation, too. But my affection should be obvious regardless.