These are our game recommendations for the month of March 2019!
For people with depression it can often be hard, “to feel good.” Some people have massive lows and then a few ups, while others, because of various chemical imbalances, may never feel TRULY happy ever again. Some turn to medication, others recreational drugs and many more just struggle through unaided.
For me, video games are both my favorite past time and my future career. It is a medium that I feel I connect with both as a consumer and a creator. So I want to play the latest and greatest both to have fun and to learn what techniques other developers are utilizing. Because of all this I often end up being an early adopter.
Books once provided the only outlet for quality storytelling, but now with the rise of Netflix, films and games, they just can’t capture people’s imagination like they once did.
This was a really interesting piece to write. I took part in one of Goombastomp’s group articles, an opinion piece about sequels that have disappointed us. I was about 25 hours into Red Dead 2 at this point and was relatively harsh. However since then I’ve finished the game and it’s epilogue, and well, my opinion has changed somewhat.
July 15th 2010
I dreamed of a burning world. The flames of suffering licked at humanity’s heart. Billions of lives extinguished in a millisecond never to return. Showering the world in an eternal blanket of ashes, leaving only the memory of life. Images flashed before my eyes, too fast for my mind to grasp any meaning from. Then nothing……..total blackness engulfed me.
A little while back I helped the GoombStomp team vote on their top 100 PlayStation exclusives of all time. Here are the capsules that I personally contributed!
These white walls hold me captive. I thought as long as I was incarcerated the darkness would not be able to penetrate the white walls. But it seeps through. Like a disease it constantly spreads. Looking to infect everyone and everything. Not even the white walls can hold back the darkness. Eventually it will consume me.
I’m scared. My words are being forgotten, my patience is utterly exhausted, my will is being disregarded and my pain and I are betrothed to one another.
Pandora – 1817
Dark clouds circled the sky above the small village. The clouds swallowed up all light and soon the entire village was either standing in the grey cobblestone streets and dirty alleys or poking their heads out windows and doorways looking up in curiosity and awe.