It took more than 15 years of gaming and internet presence, but it finally happened: I got addicted to an online game. The game is, of course, Mass Effect 3 Multiplayer. I’ve been playing daily for a couple of months now and the impressions have long since coalesced. There are good things and bad things about it, but overall it’s unbelievably fun, subtly competitive, and obviously, addictive.
Author: Smehur
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A good theory fits on a T-shirt.
Amnesia: The Dark Descent
I played “Amnesia: The Dark Descent”, a horror adventure released in 2010 by an indie game company called Frictional Games. It’s an amazing game and a definite recommendation – even if you’re as easily scared as I am. In the dozen hours of gameplay, cowardly stretched over roughly as many days, I gasped, squeaked, jumped and screamed; at several points it got so scary I honestly considered just giving it up, and near the end some of the imagery got genuinely sickening. In a good way, though.
Final Update: Last Days of the Third Era
I decided to post the remaining articles on Last Days of the Third Era in a single, probably final update. It’s no coincidence that I stopped writing these at the point in the chronology where the Daedric invasion finally comes to focus; this is where the vague political background was meant to meet my heretical retelling of the Oblivion storyline. Perhaps only another day or two would be enough to make this piece stand alone, but it’s been such a long time since it was written. On the plus side, it’s always been an exercise in departure from my voice and style and into the supposedly impersonal newspaper reporting. I won’t make any promises, neither to myself nor to the hordes of eager readers (yeah, that was sarcasm). Some hope remains, though, and a painful WIP tag to remind me of the times when I was consistently unable to bring things to an end.
The Tie That Binds
For Logsig, in reply to The Guide.
Dreamed up by yours truly, made real by VirtualMorrigan.
Dream Love
I did not deem it half so sweet
To feel thy gentle hand,
As in a dream thy soul to greet
Across wide leagues of land.
Untouched more near to draw to you
Where, amid radiant skies,
Glimmered thy plumes of iris hue,
My Bird of Paradise.
Let me dream only with my heart,
Love first, and after see:
Know thy diviner counterpart
Before I kneel to thee.
So in thy motions all expressed
Thy angel I may view:
I shall not on thy beauty rest,
But beauty’s self in you.
George William Russell
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