The Pixels

Elemental Video Game Critiques

Steam

7 min read

Jupiter Hell is more than a DOOM clone, combining the infernal energy of the classic shooter and turn-based roguelike gameplay.

13 min read

Part 1 of “Intergalactic January” with the very first entry in one of the greatest RPG series of all time: Mass Effect!

9 min read

Dogs kind of default to making friends unless provoked. Cats seem to default to making enemies unless convinced otherwise.
-Perry Elisabeth Kirkpatrick

15 min read

Running an item shop is harder than most games would have you believe, especially when you’re a young girl with no business experience. In this review, The Sometimes Vaguely Philosophical Mage takes a look at what we can learn from this sweet animesque business sim about friendship, adventure, and hardcore capitalism.

9 min read

If Katamari is an ice cream sundae with all the fixings, Donut County is a scoop of vanilla frozen yogurt with some multicolored sprinkles.

23 min read

Where modernism was about objectivity, postmodernism was about subjectivity. Where modernism sought a single truth, postmodernism sought the multiplicity of truths.
-Miguel Syjuco

17 min read

With Gordon Ramsay-like culinary expertise and barely concealed existential rage, the Sometimes Vaguely Philosophical Mage takes a peek at Overcooked! 2, which may or may not be as good as the first one.

16 min read

The Sometimes Vaguely Philosophical Mage does his best to get to grips with Cultist Simulator, but gazing too long upon the Old Ones has been known to cause loosened grips…

8 min read

I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They’re worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.
-J.Cornell Michel, Jordan’s Brains: A Zombie Evolution

10 min read

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

9 min read

“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.”

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