In which I fail to acquire the Death Star plans.
A game that gives you a good reason to trash your house.
A game review, not a horoscope.
With no shelter, no protective clothing and a body racked by creeping mutation, surely this is the end?
Looking for something to pass a few minutes or so? I was, and these were the perfect way to make the most of the little time I had.
Wading out into the tall grass, I plucked from the ground an instantly recognisable item. A blue Nintendo DS cartridge, once given as a birthday present to a nine-year-old kid I knew well - me.
Let's not call this article a manifesto for the creation of VR apps that reconsider art and its history, but it is.