Of course this is about Cyberpunk. Of course this has nothing to do with Cyberpunk.

In high school, I had a teacher who taught me to knife fight. Don’t worry, it was after school. He was the kind of teacher who kept his classroom open for nerds, geeks, and anyone else who didn’t have anywhere to go after school.

I could lie and say I don’t remember what I was doing that day. I won’t. My friends and I were talking about Assassin’s Creed. We were miming fights and doing “parkour” rolls on the linoleum floor.

The teacher sauntered over…


Content Warning: Violence towards trans-women; bigotry; gamers™, The Last of Us Part II spoilers.

“I told you I was sorry.” Those were the last words Gwen Araujo spoke before being beaten to death. Gwen was a trans woman who was murdered in cold blood after a group of men questioned her identity, forced her to reveal her genitals, and beat her. At the trial, the murderers used the gay/trans panic defense, saying that Gwen, “Had provoked the violent response.” A convenient lie to blame the victim of their hatred. The argument went that the men who murdered her weren’t responsible…


An essay about knowing not just what video game players want, but why they want those things.

The fandom of every minimally to hugely successful video game is an ever shifting tide. Players say they want a thing, and then complain upon receiving it. “Such ingrates,” another part of the playerbase will proclaim, “You got what you asked for, why aren’t you happy?”

The answer is usually simplified to this: people don’t know what they want. That’s a cute truism, but it’s also pretty useless. If you go around telling everyone they don’t know what they want, sooner or later…


The first several hours of Death Stranding have you (as Norman Reedus (as Sam Porter Bridges)) delivering dozens if not hundreds of kilos of packages on foot through a ghost-infested wasteland. Your shoes are wearing out, you’re forcing Sam to jack-hammer six bottles of Monster Energy to stay awake, you’re tumbling off a cliff and watching all your precious packages scatter to the winds. It is rough. It is so rough that once you finally unlock the privilege of constructing your own trucks you will feel like the god of this Icelandic nightmare. …


Dishonored 2 has always felt a bit strange to me from a gameplay perspective. There has always been a nebulous wrongness with how the game plays when compared to Dishonored 1. Not in the larger-scope, the games are very similar in structure, although Dishonored 2 does seem to have larger levels on average. Rather, the strange differences I noticed were purely in the way the character controls. So naturally, I took a couple hours to sit down, record gameplay footage, and then go through frame by frame to see how different they are. As a disclaimer, this is obviously not…


This is about Remedy’s latest game, Control.

The Oldest House is a place of order. It grows far and away above the New York skyline, its concrete obelisk pierces the sky. The sky opens wide and reaches back. The walls are so very thin. The ocean beyond is so very deep. There is nothing under the sun our science cannot delineate. The windows of The Oldest House look upon foreign stars. It is within the < corridors / arteries > of The Oldest House that the Federal Bureau of Control situates itself.

The bureau exists to protect us. The bureau…


This is an essay about ghosts. It is — incidentally — also about Death Stranding and couriers.

My courier bag.

I watched Cameron die seven times. He raced the train, it won. He didn’t see the train, the train (and its sixty tons of unthinking steel) didn’t care. He tried to stop, the train didn’t. I’m not certain which assessment is correct although it doesn’t matter. I rewound the news clip and watched Cameron die for the eighth time. He was younger than me. I didn’t know him well. I could write far more succinctly about someone I did know well. I know…


Who uses your tools after you move on?

This is an essay about hurting people with design. It is also about tech, city planning, and the KKK. “Do no harm,” is a quaint, well-meaning adage. I’ve certainly heard it bandied about in a wide variety of professions, followed by nods and the slight furrowing of brows. Outside of organisations like Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, and police departments, there are in fact few fields where the explicit aim is to do harm. It’s a vapid phrase and I doubt anyone believes it. After all, if you truly believe it is possible to do no harm then you are either deluded…


Syberia (Microïds, 2002) is a point-and-click adventure game which contains the most perfectly awful puzzle I have ever experienced. If you were to draw a Venn diagram of all the overlapping cruelties it would be hazardous to stare at the chart for prolonged periods of time. The game is, in spite of this, pretty neat, but even 16 years after I first played the game, I cannot forget nor forgive this particular puzzle.

There are plenty of old school point-and-click games that proliferated absolute nonsense logic-orthogonal puzzles. There is the famous babel fish puzzle from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the…


Destiny 2 needed to finally address its longevity problem. The latest director’s cut by Luke smith has revealed that going forward, weapons will not be able to be brought up to all future power levels. After some number of seasons or expansions, weapons will reach their upgrade ceiling and will need to be replaced by newer ones. Listen, it sucks, but there are like seven-hundred guns now and it’s getting out of hand.

Since the game’s inception, every weapon could be brought up to the current max power level. On the one hand, this was a massive selling point: find…

Hart Crompton

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