For it was – it is – unforgettable.
It’s all ever so tranquil on the surface, and never once made my cortisone levels spike, but there’s a fierce brain throbbing away beneath those sedate low-poly models.
It’s Winter is short and without much to ‘do’, which is clearly a problem for some folks who want to feel they’ve wrung the most value out of their spending money, but I wouldn’t want it more complex and I certainly wouldn’t want it longer: that would break the spell.
There’s plenty of stuff I’d change, especially tonally and in terms of international relationships, but I played it happily until I couldn’t see straight.
Dawn Of Man’s great triumph is that, a dozen hours after I’d picked my first berry, forging my first iron sword felt like an immortal accomplishment.
Its jigsaw pieces, jolly and randomly-scattered as they might be, only assemble in a finite amount of ways.
Gathering Storm is a chunky collection of small remixes that amount to a big difference.
This imaginative and darkly humorous sci-fi survival game has you fearfully chart a vast, hostile universe
A drug I don’t want to quit. A miracle of design? Yeah, go on.
Bury Me, My Love isn’t, first and foremost, a treaty about refugee-ism: it’s a compelling and effective game about deciding what the hell to do next.