Ptolemy

The act of gaming is a gnostic ritual in which God experiences himself in small scale cosmic satire via the player's own engaged consciousness

Chinese nationalist monkey game Black Myth: Wukong embarrasses entire Western videogame industry

As the culture war escalates negative status effects accumulate

On the mysteries of modern videogame "remake" development, where the lines between incompetence and political correctness become blurred

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only woke

Gamergate was an important moment in proving the existence of the Cathedral, the idea that what is being presented as fact is actually a carefully coordinated movement by elites to establish and impose their view of what reality is and how it should be

Goose did nothing wrong

Social media and its consequences have been a disaster for the gamer race

Amazon's Henry Cavill produced Warhammer 40k TV series is not allowed to be good

With Sonic's death, the thread of prophecy is severed. Restore a saved game to restore the weave of fate, or persist in the doomed world you have created.

"Looking back, I am thankful that I didn't go into the film industry." - Hideo Kojima

While John B. Calhoun was working at the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) in 1954, he began numerous experiments with rats and mice. During his first tests, he placed around 32 to 56 rats in a 10-by-14-foot (3.0 m × 4.3 m) cage in a barn in Montgomery County. He separated the space into four rooms. Every room was specifically created to support a dozen matured brown Norwegian rats. Rats could maneuver between the rooms by using the ramps. Since Calhoun provided unlimited resources, such as water, food, and also protection from predators as well as from disease and weather, the rats were said to be in "rat utopia" or "mouse paradise", another psychologist explained. 🐁

My take on Bethesda's new ESG compliant sci-fi RPG Starfield

I met a traveler from an antique land, Who said— Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away

Of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these, "Kojima was right again"

Mr. Popo suspects we are experiencing a Randian exodus of talent and competence not just within gaming and technology but across all sectors of modern western industry

Thoughts on the Unrecord bodycam FPS controversy