Hello readers of the Rock Paper Shotgun weblog. I am Hercule Poirot, famous detective. Hastings and myself were passing an enormous, sleeping monster when our attention was drawn to some repetitive tapping. While Hastings dismissed it as mysterious indigestion, I recognised the pattern was Morse code for S-O-S. I started a rhythmic conversation on the beast’s belly, discovering that several young men and Kieron were trapped inside it. I started to suggest a plan of escape, but was interupted by a most insistent message. Escape can wait, says the figure who identified himself as Kieron. First, there must be a list of fine reading compiled across the week with – I’m not sure if this is right – without some manner of popular song at the end. This is the aforementioned list, which I now transcribe for you, my friends.
- Walker and Alec in the Eurogamer end of year malarkies. Alec writes about Canabalt (I suspect I’d have written the whole piece just using one key, if I were commissioned to do it). Walker writes about Dragon Ages, specifically using a tiny subquest as an example of the game’s detail (I suspect I’d have written it in the form of Morrigan/Shale slashfic). So it’s probably just as well I didn’t write it.
