When all is said and done, when the electric dust settles, and the final pixellated weaponry is thrown to the ground in futility, who picks up the casings? This week we talk about juvenile diversions recently heralded as artistic pursuits, and we manage to critique formulaic successive button mashing. We make no promises of cohesion or coherency, only cooperative play. Using a digital character, look into a digital mirror. Look long into the eyes of your digital avatar, and they shall long look into you. Long live the gamers, Ben Hur.
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