Nonprofit gacha. That’s a new one.

Still no.

Most soaps wish they could be as melodramatic as the rugby baby scene.

Nothing inside a video game should cost real money.

The difference between this abusive horseshit and any cheaper example is quantitative - not qualitative.

The entire business model is criminal.

I would maybe not put thermal issues right in the name.

Frankie Boyle has opinions.

Its reach exceeded its grasp. It’s waggly single-armed grasp.

That card launched the same year as Trespasser.

That said, apparently the technique was one of those comically early 1970s innovations, introduced by James Blinn himself. Shows what I know.

Corporations need their shit slapped straight, on the topic of media ownership. If you want control over something - don’t sell it to ten million strangers.

The lack of game-feel is shocking, considering the Romero-less Quake 2 nailed a lot what’s missing. Q2’s peppy little shotgun and beeftank super shotgun made up for how spongy all the enemies got. The chaingun both let you obliterate scarce foes and quickly ran dry for very Aliens sentry-gun moments. The blaster was both gun and flashlight, and would’ve cast all kinds of sweeping shadows. The machinegun fucked with your aim in a way that was chaotic but controllable, instead of that inexcusable way enemies slap control out of your hands and tank your framerate with double-vision.

As a weird point of comparison - Jurassic Park: Trespasser had very early bump-mapping. I’m not sure the name was settled yet. But it did the effect in software, so it was slow, even on 3D-accelerated machines… and it only existed on physics-puzzle boxes and enemies trying to eat you. So the framerate was guaranteed to suck during precisely the times you needed it to not suck.

That kind of “oh come on” detail permeates Doom 3.

Greasy.

So say that and its damn name.

Please stop using headlines like this, even if the site itself uses headlines like this.

Incidentally I wonder if any games with ragtag themed gangs have ever consulted sincere anarchists. At the very least they’d have answered Ross Scott’s post-apocalypse razor: “Where do you farm?” It’d be interesting to see more hints of verisimilitude for post-collapse rivalries and group conflicts, even if it’s inevitably reduced to window-dressing for dudes with flaming axes rushing toward your crosshairs.

Wait, they included the name of the game, alongside the big games it’s allegedly like?

Is that allowed?

Multiplayer-only action games are either thriving or dead. There is no middle ground.

This goes double for games that won’t let you host your own goddamn servers, since those can at least maintain small communities of dedicated weirdos. Presumably someone out there is still arranging Ricochet matches.

They sell more copies.

Fuck off with this zero-dimensional analysis.

There’s a near-future timeline where Games Workshop sues over Samus Aran’s armor and gets turned inside-out by Nintendo’s flesh-eating lawyers.

Fingers crossed for an unannounced demo that’s just one saurian in a small maze, hunting you as much as you’re hunting it. Replay it enough and it fades out to a trailer: Dino Crises.

Fecal Blur.