I find myself thinking about how Purrcy fits into the kawaii template of vulnerability and harmlessness. Purrcy does have these visual signifiers. I do want to help him. I am also terrified of him.

Do I love this game, or do I hate it? Am I being a downer because of latent mobile game snobbery?

My adult brain feels desperate to chase after lights in the forest, lights I haven’t seen in some time. As a child, I knew better.

Ranking Elden Ring’s goth femmes from “least” to “most” goth.

Starfield is Bethesda’s biggest game to date. More to explore, more dialogue options, more NPCs. So why don’t I feel attached to any of the characters?

It’s easy to get lost in the aesthetic pleasures of Hammer’s smooching Draculas and bangin’ 1970s haircuts on 19th century characters; you might gloss over the more ethereal wardrobe choices.

“There’s a bunch of different subcultures under the punk and goth umbrellas. Doesn’t always have to be about wearing black and being angry.”

“I’m a faun, you dork!”

Why can’t I marry Serana? I would like to take this up with Todd Howard personally.

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