On the last Thursday of GDC, Harry Lee was preparing to kill himself in front of an audience. The nineteen-year-old game designer and med student strapped an arcane medical device around his arm and gave the audience a proposal.
“This is an EMS, an electromyostimulator. This device is really cool because it can control people and cause them to involuntarily contract their muscles…If I press the button here, my hand contracts like that. It causes an excruciating amount of pain.” (more…)
I can’t remember thinking The Smiths were a miserable band until I started listening to them when I was miserable and then I became…well, a “Girl Afraid.” (more…)
Here is a book that is impossible to review. It is impossible to critique, judge or score. It defies me at every turn. (more…)