Shopping for a graphics card isn’t all that hard. Step 1: wait for a new version of Far Cry to come out. Step 2: Go to Amazon and buy the best card you can get for $350. Step 3: Turn up your graphics settings from Med to *gasp* High! And that’s it. Now you’ve spent $350 and can enjoy moderately better graphics! What a time to be alive….Continue reading
In this episode of Late to the Game, I want to talk about a game I purchased on sale and loaded on a whim and then stayed up way too late playing for several nights in a row. We won’t be discussing the game itself, but rather the story that drives the gameplay, a story that, if I may be so bold, supports my claim that all great Science Fiction writers should play video games and their wives should let them.Continue reading
Every so often, I see a post on Kotaku titled What are you playing this weekend? And I never answer because A) I don’t comment on the Internet and B) the game I’m playing is one of sadness and unrequited desire. Please direct your attention to the photo of PS4 games above. It might be hard to see because of the image quality, but the last two games on the right are still wrapped. Every day, I tell myself I’m going to open one of those games and play them. But I don’t. Every day is a fight to even start playing… and it’s a fight I always lose.
This month, I’m playing Parent Gamer 2018. I recommend it for anyone who likes playing games in 5-minute increments.
Speaking of which, what I’ve actually been playing is They Are Billions. I’ve always been scared that one day age would make it impossible for me to play games anymore. My dad never Nintendo’d. I assume it was because he was too old. Snapchat makes me feel old, but games never did. Until now.
According to Steam, I’ve played 13.1 hours of They Are Billions, and I’ve still yet to win a single round. The zombies–those goddamn dirty zombies–just keep getting me. And every time I start a new game, I know I’m going to lose, and I still start it anyway. It’s the kind of game that you need to sit and play for hours, not five minutes here, five minutes there.
Speaking of Steam, there are so many games I purchased during the sales that I haven’t played. Prey. The Dying Light expansion. Etc.
As a parent, you have no time for gaming. Until the kid grows up, I guess. Then we can play together.
How soon is too soon to introduce your child to Minecraft?
Jenna and I climbed a mountain this morning. We watched the sunrise together. On this planet, the sun rises every 88 minutes.
Moments pass quickly.
Before we knew it, the moon had come out again. One of the moons. Jenna said she wanted to go there, but the capsule was in no state to launch.
“We’ll do the next best thing,” I told her. “See that peak over there? I’ll get you as close to that moon as possible.”
We could have walked down our mountain and up the other, but with the MatterMate 9000, it was easier just to build a bridge.
God only knows how high we were.
We worked through the “night,” finishing the bridge just as the sun was rising again.
We looked back on where we had come from. And then there was a twist to the story: there never was any Jenna. Or she had died when he landed. Or you’re Jenna. Take your pic.
I like this game and I don’t know why.