The year’s most accurate game title.
“They put a Nazi on the moon? F*ck you, moon.”
A legacy of missed potential?
Dead on arrival, in its adorable way.
On the road with a new type of driving game.
A game that plays the player, but for what?
What happened to everyone? Who are you?
Contains the phrase “philanthropomorphy”
The results, they are mixed.
Fast times in the unreal city.
Less “knocking things off ledges,” more “shooting things in outer space.”
In-jokes, wise-cracks, and slurs included.
But seriously: everyone hates Mr. Wickham.
Finding beauty in revisiting.
Supergiant builds an arc.
The scissors-lady snippeth.
Cardboard Computer’s meandering opus gets … meander-y.