I’m talking about those emotion-invoking ones that take you back to being a child, and remind you just how much fun you can have with a video game. I’m not talking about good games there are plenty of those. Great games are rarer to come by these days. To say that I’ve become cynical and devoid of all hope at the ripe old age of twenty-five is something of an understatement. Not only that, but your one refuge, your one bastion of solitude – the humble video game – has been bastardised to the point where every Tom, Dick and Harry is waving a white oblong penis around, making your favourite plumber jump through hoops and calling it entertainment. You work long hours, put up with more shit than a sewage worker, and have to pretty much take whatever’s flung in your direction without question. The world is an evil place totally and utterly crammed full of bastard coated bastards with a hard-bastard centre. Fast forward twenty-five years and by Christ, have we had a wake up call. You may have been young and naive, but you already knew that games were supposed to be fun. Remember that time when you were still really young and you were given a video game? A brand spanking new one, all shiny in its wrapper, full of promise, joy and utter brilliance? Nothing could dissuade that feeling that you’d achieved total Nirvana (no, not Kurt Cobain… Google it, kids) just by playing a video game. Mac OS X, Xbox 360, Playstation 3, Linux, Windows PC (reviewed)
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