In the vein of Fur Fighters, cutesy animals tend to make the absolute best murderous psychopaths, and once you peck your first victim to death with an ostrich's head knife, you'll never go back.

VR has taught me that I have a steady trigger finger like a politician has morals, but the waves of unbalanced enemies aren't garnering me votes and unlimited influential power. Only death and ire.

When the world ends, this is the weird little afterlife I want to inhabit. Walking around in a circle all day, picking up discarded weapons and armor like a gladitorial janitor, and facing down God.

One of the best Gamecube games is back with less Gamecube, and the game part of this game is still a pretty fun game time for games. But the soundtrack - oh, the soundtrack! It could make LOU2 happy.

Everhood speaks to me as someone that imagines the pure, undiluted vitriol the many inanimate objects around me must harbor after what I've done in front of them. Make that episode, Black Mirror.

When your nostalgia temporarily overlaps with your itchy trigger finger, helping you forget just how long ago the year 2000 was, you pop into Counter Strike for 3 helpings of reality via head shot.

If you played Doom, realized Doom's soundtrack was rhythmic, thought "Gee, these things dying on the beat of the music is EPIC AS F***", then you'd better divorce your spouse to marry BPM. I did.

All the rage and disgust you've saved up from years of only being able to steal in Mario Party expands in Pummel Party to other sinful ways - murder by shotgun, murder by bees, illegal eggplants etc.

Beat Saber fills the aspirational hole in our hearts once tag-teamed by Rock Band and Solitaire that begs us to be good at something - anything - but to also never have contact with another human.

What you get when someone didn't see Harry Potter but heard about magical duels, then snorted a line of "aspirin" before playing Power Stone, waking up the next morning with an awkward VR game idea.