Zachary Brictson’s shooter hangover.
Zachary Brictson examines the relationship between players and A.I. in the stealth genre.
Zachary Brictson reminds us of the inevitable change of seasons.
Zachary Brictson is scared and shooting his own teammates.
Zachary Brictson rooting through your drawers.
Zachary Brictson tells the narrator to stop inhaling the paint fumes.
Zachary Brictson has been dutifully pressing buttons for us, the fool.
Zachary Brictson waters his family tree with blood.
Zachary Brictson bonding with the family.
Zachary Brictson kind of lost track of the plot two missions ago.
After a satisfying smack of sound and a blip of light, scouts fling outwards to uncharted star systems and freighters move goods and people to new colonies.
Zachary Brictson considers Final Fantasy VIII’s improbable quest to get its players to put down the game.
Zachary Brictson considers every angle of Antichamber.
Zachary Brictson greases the rusty machinery of Primordia.
Zachary Brictson shares his personal gaming quirk.