I suppose this whole bit assumes that the weekend is when you’re most likely to play games but is that true? Are you a weekender or a weeko? Myself, the huge chunks of free time in weekends mean I’m more likely to get out and away – which I can’t do in mornings or evenings. But, you know, if you’ve planning a little weekend play, what will you be up to?
I’m playing Death Road to Canada
. I always get excited by Oregon Trail type things and this is like the zombie version I’ve wanted since Organ Trail got me excited about the idea a few years ago. It’s like a cartoon, with brilliant music that highlights the slapstick rather than the sinister, and there never seems to be more than ten seconds between encounters or tricky decisions. Top stuff so far.
[Where oh where could Alec be? You tell me, chummo.]
I’ll be checking out the new Magic Duels
expansion, seeing what’s going on as all sorts of horrors spill into Innistrad. And I’m in need of a little gaming comfort, so I’ll likely fire up Deadly Premonition
to visit the town of Greenvale once more. Maybe that’s my gaming heart’s home. If all else fails, I shall become drunk near water.
I’ve spent a few hours this week playing Quadrilateral Cowboy
, the first-person 20th century cyberpunk hacking game. That’s what I’ll be giving my weekend to. I’ll reserve my judgement about the rest of its merits till I’ve played more, but it’s extremely clever: in mission design, in style, in worldbuilding.
You know, I’m not going to have time for games this weekend. My friend James is coming to stay, and we’re going to watch lots of silly films and quote TV shows from the 90s at each other, as we have since the 90s. And games won’t get a look in. SO THERE, GAMES.
This weekend I will be playing the game where you try to work out new things to do with rhubarb that aren’t rhubarb crumble, rhubarb vodka or rhubarb and custard. You could perhaps ask why I ordered more rhubarb given how annoying this game has become. I must have had my reasons but past Pip is a foreign country and she did things differently and now the fridge is overrun with rhubarb and for the love of god how much more crumble can one woman bear?
But you, dearest reader, what are you playing?