Bullets are the Pennies By Levi Rubeck • September 27th, 2018 Destiny 2 is penny slots, a string of tiny thrills occasionally punctuated with glowing ones.
The Loop Remains the Same By Levi Rubeck • September 6th, 2018 In Dead Cells, The Prisoner is a loose G.I. Joe winding through a bedroom jungle by hand, a two-legged finger ninja pirouetting on the kitchen table.
In Defense of the Wrong Record By Levi Rubeck • August 30th, 2018 Fans usually reach a consensus on a band’s best work, but what do fans know?
Seize the Sandbox By Levi Rubeck • August 23rd, 2018 I don’t want to craft my own tale in the game, I want to live vicariously through a meticulously arranged narrative.
Chasm Emerges from the Depths By Levi Rubeck • August 7th, 2018 Chasm ticks all the boxes, but at the same time suffers from its own success. I want it to be just a little bit more.
Mini-Operas in Grind and Glitch By Levi Rubeck • July 26th, 2018 How grindcore taught me to appreciate Tierra Whack.
Daughters Split Open Their Satanic Chrysalis By Levi Rubeck • July 18th, 2018 This country has had no shortage of crusty street preachers, split-lip soothsayers crawling across glass-littered asphalt to cough up a truth few are brave enough to bear.
Ill Considered’s Sublime Echolocation By Levi Rubeck • July 12th, 2018 I watched Lost Highway alone at midnight, on a sweltering Northern California summer evening, and when it was finally over I only really retained two thoughts.
Netrunner is Dead, Long Live Netrunner By Levi Rubeck • July 5th, 2018 It’s a lifestyle game, and like the word implies, to live the Netrunner life is to let it consume your thoughts at all times.
A Mandala of Space Bullets By Levi Rubeck • June 27th, 2018 In bullet-hell, tactics, and life, man plans and god/nature/the universe laughs. You can drill those fingers or try to anticipate every possible outcome, but in the end we are flawed beings living at the whims of the cosmos.
