I never expected Minecraft to be the thing that would finally help me connect with my nephew Jake. He’s my sister’s kid, twelve years old and deep in that phase where adults are fundamentally uncool and any attempt to relate to him is met with the eye-rolling disdain that only pre-teens have truly mastered. During family gatherings, he’d typically retreat to a corner with his Switch, headphones firmly in place, a clear “do not disturb”…
I had this moment recently while playing Horizon Forbidden West where I stopped to watch a sunset. Not a real…
I first encountered Guitar Hero at a Best Buy in 2006. I was there to pick up a replacement power…
I still remember the first time I saw a “3D” game. It was at our local arcade in 1993, and…
I still remember the exact moment I became truly addicted to a video game. It was winter break during my…
I still have them all in a plastic storage bin in my basement—every single video game manual I’ve managed to…
I first encountered Legacy of Kain in the most appropriately gothic way possible—during a thunderstorm that had knocked out the…
My first brush with Daventry came courtesy of my dad, who wasn’t exactly what you’d call a “gamer.” He was…
I still have my original PlayStation copy of Final Fantasy VII. The four-disc jewel case sits on my shelf alongside…
I first stumbled across indie games by accident. It was 2008, I was browsing Xbox Live Arcade out of boredom…
