What on earth is happening? Mixtape; the non-game.

Ok, so the first post I throw up on here in ages is: "Haha! This game sucks, journalists are useless again, lol gamergate forever lol"; I feel good about an excellent (*cough*) article, presume there won't be another similar event anytime soon and move on with my life... then Mixtape came to my attention.

Yeah, hits to the f-ing soul

Mixtape, how do I describe this? It appears to be a non-game, a movie masquerading as a game where there are sections that indicate you need to do... something. But if you just sit there and watch... you get through those sections without any penalty.

So a fake, a phoney... a lie.

The story seems like it's going to be a coming of age for a group of weird teenagers, but there's no stakes and insane, though not entertaining; things happen that just don't make sense... For example, one of the main characters has a policeman for a father. He grounds her for some of her previous behaviour, which would prevent the main characters having this last party or something... her amazing response? She and her friends escape from the police-dad, and then set an abandoned cabin on fire... in the middle of a forest.

He takes this, not as a sign that something more severe than just a grounding is required, instead; after she finishes telling him that she might do worse (I don't recall or care to check the exact wording), he accepts that he can't control her and that "we have an understanding".

What. The. Fuck. 

This "game" is getting 10/10 reviews, another reminder that the journalists are useless; despite this, no one is playing this waste of data.

Worth all of the effort and investment... clearly.

I feel like the games industry, despite its' resilience to the kind of control that TV and movies suffer under, is slowing being drowned in these horrible games that, for some reason; get tons of positive press and support.

Fortunately, there was something louder than the press; laughter. Hopefully we can continue to laugh... Keep your eyes open, sharpen your senses and prepare some zingers for the next pile of flaming trash that the journalists attempt to fluff up; it's your duty, if you care at all about the future of gaming.

Gamer's aren't your audience...

So... it has been quite a long time since gamergate; and I feel like the cultural relevance of that time has started to erode. Heck, even the GARMES URINALISTS have mostly shut up about it... and then; this happened:

Aphe-wat?

I hadn't even heard of this game, it wasn't even a blip on my radar; it looks pretty shite.

So, where's the link to gamergate, then? Well... who's the writer? Yes... it is one of the glorious alumni of that terrible time: -the- Leigh Alexander. A name that had mostly faded from my memory... and then, watching an Asmongold video making fun of, what he called: the "Unsung songs of Concord (2026)"; a hilarious list by the by, and her name came up as the writer of this boring looking, 3rd person walking sim. It appears to be an extremely preachy game about climate change, ho-hum.

Well, I guess her 2014 article "Gamers' don't have to be your audience. 'Gamers' are over." was prophetic regarding her own output, rather than relevant at the time. Who could have guessed?!?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Hah! More like "Gamers'" don't want to be her audience, and I suspect her career would be entirely over if she weren't employed by a company that appears to get tax payer funds!

Ah! There are many problems in gaming these days, but at least I can laugh heartily as, it seems, life set up some long cure time hilarity in the form of arrogant, incompetent and self-important so-called writers, getting a little comeuppance... and just a little bit of criticism. :)

I eagerly await her next obviously brilliant contribution; regardless of what form it may take.

Now, I have to end with an important statement: I'll refrain from any more Schadenfreude; at the end of day, I would prefer a good game rather than yet another terrible one, so I hope someone learns something from this... but I doubt they will.