The latest, if the title at the top of the page hadn't given it away, is Saints Row: The Third. The last game that made my writing instincts twitch was Arkham Asylum, which reminded me of the sheer physicality of the Batman in a way I'd previously forgotten. Or, at least, further stories that wouldn't boil down to reheated genre pulp. And while I enjoy games' genre fiction, it rarely does anything that screams that there's further novel stories in its world. I'm sorry.īasically, I write comics for Marvel starring characters that even my mum has heard of, as well as a bunch that she hasn't. That said, if you do know me, you won't be surprised that I'm going to write a bit about myself. Since I've been completely out of games journalism for over a year, it's fairly likely you won't know me, so I'm going to have to write a bit about myself. I don't mean criticism, a review or even a cutting tweet about how long it takes to open a bloody chest in Zelda. About once a year, a game makes me want to write.
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