Let it be known that whatever I write lower down about what I’m playing this weekend may end up being a big old lie, as I’m exhausted and will likely instead spend my entire weekend asleep. But with my last conscious breath of the week, I shall shout to the heavens… What are you playing this weekend, my friends?
Edwin
Edwin ate my last stick of gum, so I killed him. Do you think that was wrong?
Nic
Nic is busy summoning a thunderstorm over Glasgow for the purposes of pissing off everyone in the city except me, a certified pluviophile.
Jeremy
Video games? What are video games. The only game I know is that of moving into a new house. This weekend we have reached the “Replace Old Carpeting With New Floors” arc, which will hopefully be a short one and not be drawn out piecemeal into multiple segments of DLC.
Ollie
I can at last leave Silksong behind me for the time being. I decided to buy Nine Sols from the Steam Sale to scratch a similar itch. Haven’t started it yet though, because I’ve been too busy building a new factory in Dyson Sphere Program. Holding right-click on an item in your inventory to instantly drag a slider to split the item stack is still one of the very greatest innovations in the history of game UI/UX, for my money.
James
I fancy a spot of clone homicide in It Has My Face (formerly DoubleWe), the demo of which remains one of the most efficient paranoia injectors I’ve ever wilfully bolted onto my spine. It has my face! My face!
Mark
Ello, ello, ello, what’s all this then? Fallout: London’s first DLC is out, you say, me auld mucker? Well, in that case, I guess I’d better get off my dog and bone, mosey up the apples and pears, and take a butcher’s hook at Rabbit and Pork this weekend, mustn’t I? Yes, you’re correct, I am good at this impression of a British copper doing an utterly terrible job of going undercover as a cockney gangster.
And you, reader dear, what are you playing this weekend?…
