I tried to look for a logical reason why typing strange and complicated words at angry Counter-Strike players at a LAN party would possibly calm them down, but then I remembered that Type Hard is based on The Typing of the Dead, a game which posits a world in which zombies can be killed with words. So it’s probably best to just go with this one, and indeed to enjoy the fantasy that online trolls really can be talked into submission by smarter minds. Ah, if only.
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Here at Rock, Paper, Shotgun we take the business of PC gaming entirely seriously. There is no smiling, or making rude noises at the back of class, there is only important gaming fact. So when it came to compiling an exhaustive list of the greatest, most important PC games of all time, we realised that the only way we could articulate the importance of the various titles was to present them as a five-part series of important lectures, explaining their importance. Over the next four articles and related appendices, you will discover why the various Great Games are great, and what their meaning is to you as a PC gamer. Follow this list, and play these games, and you will find yourself with very little spare time. But also, you will understand what it truly means to be a PC gamer.

Brilliantly, Intel have elected to sponsor this feature as part of their AppUp developer program. So thanks to them! And any developers reading should definitely make some All Time Best Games Ever alongside your apps, because that would just work out for everyone. Now then, let’s make a list. The first lecturer to the podium is Dr Rossignol…

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I wanted to type ‘Typing Of The Dead Returns, But Only If You’re An Unemployed Japanese Person’, but unfortunately it didn’t fit. This is, I fear, one of those stories that isn’t terribly useful to readers of an English-language PC gaming blog, but I can never rebuff the strange and hilarious attempts the Typing Of The Dead series makes upon my consciousness. This time, it’s Typing Of The Dead: Jobhunting Edition.
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Sometimes when my cat is licking herself clean, something I can’t see or hear will distract her. A rustle. An insect. Someone belching 18 miles away. The ghost of Michael Jackson. Y’know, whatever it is that their tiny animal brains mysteriously fixate on without warning. So she’ll stop cleaning herself, close her mouth and stare unblinkingly at whatever it is. Once a while, though, she’ll close the mouth but forget to put her tongue away first. So she sits there with her little pink tongue sticking out, sometimes for ten or fifteen straight minutes, looking charmingly, ludicrously foolish. She doesn’t seem even slightly aware that she’s doing it, or of how ridiculous, how hilarious she looks. And that only makes this absurd image all the more delightful.

And that, right there, is The Typing Of The Dead.

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