And there it is. Our top 24 games of 2013, tucked behind Horace's mighty doors. Click on any of the doors above to see what lay beyond, and then tell us in the comments here why we're all so stupid, ugly and wrong. Or wish us a merry season! See below for what's happening over the next couple of weeks.
Posts tagged “Advent 2013”
This is it. The 24th door. The panel behind which every developer on Earth desperately hopes to be. Last year it was Far Cry 3. In 2011 it was Skyrim. 2010 saw Minecraft grab it, 2009 went to Dragon Age, in 2008 it was World Of Goo, and the very first was Portal in 2007. So what is it this time? Did you guess?
Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? Where is everyone? Where have they all gone? Maybe they're under all these ring binders?
ROCK PAPER SHOTGUN Corporation Database Access entry: Castle Shotgun Location: All over, really Distance to Earth: really very close Research fields: Calendar Entry #22
Earth is no more. Humanity is all but wiped out. Those few that survive are trapped in a tortuous hell of monstrous alien creation. So let's have some fun!
The reader of Rock, Paper, Shotgun clicked on the "Read the rest of this entry" button. No, the reader clicked on the button. The button, right below this text. It was clicked on, if anything useful was going to happen.
I feel like I could... Like I could... Like I could... TAKE ON THE WORLD!
... Who's there? ... The onset of creeping madness who? ... AAAAIIIIGGGGGHHHHHH!
This one's the bomb.
You scope the joint, I'll distract the pooches and my hulking great friend here will break a hole in the wall. We're going in.
Let's take a walk.
And then I opened the advent calendar door, and this massive explosion erupted from behind it, sending out fireballs all around. I was quick to dash about, rescuing the innocent children, before single-handedly stopping the fire from spreading to the puppy orphanage... Well, okay, it wasn't quite like that. Um, let's try again.
They could rebuild it. They had the technology. Better, stronger, faster.
Here it comes, with its lazy eye and its gammy leg. Take a seat before you do yourself an injury, you poor thing. Sit down and do what you so love to do - tell us about your family.
There are many sights to see through this next door, which is the start of a very long journey indeed. If it snows, we'll stop at the side of the road and watch the lights going by while the world sleeps. But always remember - business before pleasure.
No, for heaven's sake, you can't just walk straight through the door - they'll see you. Come, over here, there is another way, for those who know how to reach it.
The elves at the North Pole are unionising and some have even begun to strike at the front of Daddy Chrimble's toy factory. It's all on account of the latest addition to the machine room floor. They say its gears hunger for little elven fingers and they refuse to go near. Let's take a look and see what all the fuss is about.
Way hay and up we rises, way hay and up we rises, too damned early in the morning for our liking.
Christmas shopping is a pain. A leg-straining, brain-draining pain. If only there could be more than one of you. Then you'd also have time to bake those cookies, assault those obnoxious carolers with a rake, and ponder the link between body and soul or, indeed, if there is one at all. If only...
At Christmas, it is traditional for families to come together and share gifts, food, conversation and the occasional drunken slur. Behind this next door, everything is relative.
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