Last night I watched Fallout’s seventh episode with the same anxious energy I feel when I’m down to my last stimpak and the radiation counter is ticking up. You know that feeling—when you’re fully invested in the game but also dreading what’s around the next corner? This penultimate episode had me pacing my living room during scenes, occasionally shouting at characters like they could hear me. My girlfriend walked in during one particularly intense moment…
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The summer of 1989 was defined by two things for me: a horrifically awkward growth spurt that made me look…
I still remember the first time I booted up The Secret of Monkey Island. It was summer break, 1991, and…
I remember the exact moment I fell in love with adventure games. It was Christmas 1990, and after weeks of…
