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The insides of this computer haven't been touched since Quarantine with the addition of a 3080, which was the right time to have a good card. Everything else in this shitbox, what the ragged youth of my street would call a Potato, is from years before that. I'm actually in a position to take advantage of Hardware Accelerated GPU Scheduling precisely because it's so decrepit elsewhere. I'll Fuck Around in an .ini, and Find Out about marginal gains. I was up in Borderland's guts before I ever even made a character, it ran goof troop, and then when I reset to defaults it played great. PC Gaming, folks! PC motherfuckin' gaming.

I think you sorta have to read the patent that Nintendo was granted to understand the whole thing, but as a generality broad patents preemptively constrain possibility and so I oppose them. Also, the people who seem to grant patents don't seem to know anything about anything; they're like newly hatched chicks for whom all the world constitutes wonder and novelty. The early Internet was full of stuff where people were like, "Yeah, I came up with the idea of information itself" which people had to defend themselves from. I want to say that it's like a battlefield from a parallel dimension, except in a very real way it is a higher dimension, because it determines what we can do down here.

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.