![]() ![]() Or a shooter, brazenly all-American filled with cursing and lazily-drawn blood decals. Or maybe it’s a racer, the damage model’s off, these fuckers know nothing about track design. Instead, instead of sitting, languishing, controller clenched in tense grip, vice-like, cursing as I clip through the wall, my companion flails in tree roots. This bitter fucking no-hoper without an original idea could do it. ![]() ![]() I can do it, they say they all say I can. Orchestral swells score dragon swoops, string crescendo, clash and clang of steel and yawn through another cutscene. No more of this drivel, control wrenched from me, switching to autopilot, watch as the scene unfolds. Type type type, a few lines of code, head onto Twitter, find an artist or two, find a guy to lay down the beats put it all together. If I had my own game, if I could make games or think up worlds or had any fucking imagination whatsoever, this wouldn’t be a problem. From Spacewar!, Steve Russell, 1962 by Ashton Raze ![]()
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