Across the screen, pain is spectacle.

Players have enough input to feel they are “there”, yet not enough to prevent the outcome.

Still, viewers choose to find good in the evil.

There is no greater void in the current market than games intended for children.

Once these antagonizing powers are crushed, the rationality that sustains and justifies our actions will be accordingly diluted and quickly absorbed.

Though the fear of impending death is rendered moot by respawn mechanics, you know it will eventually run out. Still, you flatly refuse to go gentle into that good night.

“I know what you want better than you do, and I am doing this for your own good.” Such blatant patronizing attitudes reveal the inherent disparity of identity between adults and minors.

The greatest pity is that Marcus does not succeed where Aiden has failed – to rebuild.

Standing still on the sand, I tried to probe into the devastation of my hope.

“Stop being a hero, Aiden. Let it go.” Beneath the veneer of a near-future dystopian technocracy, Watch Dogs is a bildungsroman of a man seeking redemption and salvation. Following the journey of the vigilante Aiden Pearce, driven by a thirst for justice and vengeance against those whose nefarious schemes led to a car crash that claimed the life of his niece, this ambitious game explores the consequences of unchecked technological power and engages with pressing issues related to our complex reality. In the game’s fictional rendition of Chicago, the city has become a hotbed of corruption and conspiracy, teeming with…