Indie
Forager at launch for Nintendo Switch was an all-consuming, highly enjoyable game where I quickly ran out of things to do.
Thais Weiller on change in the game industry, games as art (or not), and Super Metroid!
If you don’t like peas, it is probably because you have not had them fresh.
-Lemony Snicket
How do you interpret this game? Is your interpretation the correct one? The answer is not black and white. It’s GRIS.
Oniken: Unstoppable Edition proves that the folks over at JoyMasher really do understand retro. This is an authentic retro action experience!
If Katamari is an ice cream sundae with all the fixings, Donut County is a scoop of vanilla frozen yogurt with some multicolored sprinkles.
Cake Factory is more game than video and for a certain mindset, that’s all you need to distract one’s attentions on a leisurely day.
First the doctor told me the good news: I was going to have a disease named after me.
Cosmic Star Heroine is a combination of recognizable influences but it doesn’t let all that inspiration go to waste.
Slime-san: Superslime Edition worms its way onto PS4 and it’s smarter, faster, and tougher than you. An evolutionary advantage.
Moonlighter asks the real questions: What happens when the lights go out in a normal RPG item shop? How do they get their wares?
Tired of the fast lane? Shape of the World is simple recreation, accessible entertainment, picturesque at best, and easy going.
This oceanic shmup can sate even the most earnest yearnings for exploration, but is there anything worth discovering in its simplicity?
White Night gives you enough space to feed the experience with your own imagination. Are you afraid of the dark?
No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire.
-L. Frank Baum, The Lost Princess of Oz
It’s the ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs. I’ve outrun Imperial starships. Not the local bulk cruisers, mind you. I’m talking about the big Corellian ships, now. She’s fast enough for you, old man.
-Han Solo, Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope
I may not look like much, but I’m an expert at trying to be a ninja.
-Darynda Jones, First Grave on the Right
One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea. She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of strange leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, and welcomed me with a warmth that may have been sardonic. She had changed – as those who take to the water change – and told me she had never died. Instead, she had gone to a spot her dead son had learned about, and had leaped to a realm whose wonders – destined for him as well – he had spurned with a smoking pistol. This was to be my realm, too – I could not escape it. I would never die, but would live with those who had lived since before man ever walked the earth.
-H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth
It is not about “life after death” as such. Rather, it’s a way of talking about being bodily alive again after a period of being bodily dead. Resurrection is a second-stage postmortem life: “life after ‘life after death’.”
-N.T. Wright
“Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.”
“Historically, people move west more than east. People go east only when invited. When opportunity knocks. People go west when all bets are off: a reputation in ruins, a love gone wrong. When they need to save their sorry souls, folks head for the frontier.”
―Karen Hines, Drama: Pilot Episode
“I am not omniscient, but I know a lot.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part
“In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.”
-Dante Alighieri, Inferno
Rome never looks where she treads.
Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on—that is all,
And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
With only our tongues for our swords.
We are the Little Folk—we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you’ll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!
Mistletoe killing an oak—
Rats gnawing cables in two—
Moths making holes in a cloak—
How they must love what they do!
Yes—and we Little Folk too,
We are busy as they—
Working our works out of view—
Watch, and you’ll see it some day!
No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are.
Yes, and we’ll guide them along
To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you—you will die of the shame,
And then we shall dance on your graves!
-Rudyard Kipling, A Pict Song
