Category: Games

I had my aunt’s funeral on Friday. She died at the age of 40 and made only two stipulations for her funeral: everyone must wear something orange, and anyone wearing pink would not be admitted. I wore an orange feather boa and painted my thumbs orange. I don’t think there are any photos of the boa — and yeah, I got some polish on the cuticle of my left thumb. You should’ve seen my right thumb though! Perfect! It was…

(Click for larger — you’re going to want larger…) The second of my multimedia TMIs. Actually, it’s my third if you include the frozen-peas-down-boxer-shorts (though that might be pushing towards ‘dude… enough now, really.’) As with last week, take it with a pinch of salt. But not too much salt… er, um… cough. I believe there are other pictorial TMIs over on Lilu’s blog this week too, so be sure to check them out!

[Continuing in the vein of games-related posts, today I'm going to tell you a dark, embarrassing story from my teenage years. For more stories of a similar ilk, check out Lilu's blog.] I haven’t always wielded eight and a half inches of steam-piston, woman-slaying man meat. I was actually a very late bloomer. Which is a little odd, considering how early my fuzzy moustache came through and how rapidly my voice broke at the age of thirteen. But I didn’t…

[These 'thoughtful' posts are usually much more free-form and a-wandering than my other blog entries. You are more than welcome to jump in and finish a particular train of thought, or challenge something you think is false. This is as much about me getting my head around something as it is for you! You probably want to read yesterday's entry on 'Single-Player Immersion' before you read this.] We know that our imagination is powerful — it is as powerful or…

Immersion is the act of being plunged, sometimes without us fully realising, into another place; another world. Be it via book, film, video game or any other form of media, our imagination lends itself readily, eagerly, to immersion in other worlds. It can be a very visceral experience, the new world plucking you from your present reality and sucking you through some kind of warping wormhole with a pop. Or it can be less obvious, the new world’s tendrils slowly…

I’m going to tell you a story that, a few years ago, would read like an urban legend. While it certainly isn’t a common occurrence today, three years ago this simply wouldn’t have happened. Unless you’re me. Three years ago this made me a God amongst my gamer friends. Three years ago, almost to the day, I made love to a beautiful woman while playing World of Warcraft. If you don’t want a basic intro on what World of Warcraft…