Here Be Monsters Nightmare Logic and the Horrors of Confusion By Emma Kostopolus • October 3rd, 2025 Each person trapped in Silent Hill is seeing their own unique version of Hell, and only occasionally do those visions overlap.
Past Presence The Cookbook Theory of Trails in the Sky By Dr. Emily Price • October 2nd, 2025 Cooking serves the world of Trails as much as the player within it. It’s an irremovable part of the worldbuilding.
Exploits Feature El Vampiro By John Goodrich • October 1st, 2025 Have you ever watched the 1931 Bela Lugosi Dracula and thought I wish there were more Gothic twists?
Noise Complaint The Deftones Are the Weirdest Metal Band on Earth By Ben Sailer • September 30th, 2025 The Deftones have influenced everyone, but no one sounds exactly like the Deftones. That’s because their improbable career trajectory is impossible to follow.
Feature Excerpt The Butterfly Affect By Dayten Rose • September 26th, 2025 Themes that preoccupy the makers of games are magnetic to the image of the butterfly: spectacle, attention, illusion, mortality, autonomy.
Feature Story I Don’t Want to Be This Kind of Animal Anymore By Ashley Schofield • September 25th, 2025 You’re not crazy. You’re just different. You have a vast soul. This life is all you have, but it’s still something. You have to keep going.
Cults of RuneQuest By Stu Horvath and John McGuire • September 22nd, 2025 Blurring the line between mythology and roleplaying games.
Here's the Thing My Favorite Game I Never Played – Until Now By Rob Rich • September 18th, 2025 Rob can’t be the only one who’s championed and obsessed over a particular game for years without really getting to play much of it… right?
I Played It, Like, Twice... Crisis on Infinite Bookshelves: A Multiverse of Expansions for Marvel United By Orrin Grey • September 17th, 2025 Defeating Galactus is a big undertaking – as it should be. The guy eats planets, after all.
Casting Deep Meteo Beau Navire and the Returning Bloom By Levi Rubeck • September 17th, 2025 I keep thinking I’ve aged out of this madness, and in most ways I have, largely unwilling to ask a punk for directions anymore.
