At the end of a hard day’s heroism, sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name.
Rob Haines questions videogames’ sexual maturity.
Rob Haines worries that always-online gaming is a road to a digital dark age.
Rob Haines contemplates the nature of fractured realities when confronted with the physical presence of one’s own repeated death.
Rob Haines is repeatedly awed by BioShock‘s Rapture, but he finds each time that it’s the game itself that stops him from becoming fully immersed.
Rob Haines recounts the death – and rebirth – of the arcade on the Grand Pier in Weston-super-Mare.