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It goes without saying that the Deadzone is dangerous. It's not a preferred zone. If it had any other redeeming characteristics, we would be calling it something else. Still, when you shoot an enemy's weakpoint, the game makes a sound like a river of coins flowing from a garish slot machine. Whoever made it sound this way should receive the bulk of the proceeds for this game.

I thought Hollow Knight looked cool when Gabe was playing it on the couch about a million years ago; I have a memory that I might have made up of him using some kind of bug-oriented fast travel mechanism inside a big tunnel. He bounced off it, ultimately, so hard that he didn't even remember playing it. Hollow Knight: Silksong passed into myth, and myth into legend, and then in a startling reversal of the usual order of things it became a literal.

I saw a video online of somebody missing a jump and then falling directly down through what seemed like five or six zones until they found solid ground. At this exact moment, I'm not sure my controller would survive a game like that. I can already feel it flexing in my palms, the preamble to a crack that can be heard both by the dead and those not yet born.

After Jasmine and Gabe both pushed Deadzone: Rogue on me in the same weekend, and because it's twenty five bucks, I crumbled quickly beneath this assault on heart and mind. There aren't surprises on the surface; it's gonna do exactly what it said it was gonna do. Then you fall into the loop. Part of that is getting a slightly better shoe, but… Here. Let me go into it.

The last time I tried to write about the censorship of content on Steam and elsewhere, I proved unsuited to the task. Well, that may be a matter for debate. Maybe you would have liked what I wrote. Gabe certainly would have liked it; that's part of why I didn't post it. Let me try this again, in the mode of the Elder Statesman that I am.