Patrick Rost

When you are a kid, it is fun to play pretend jobs, like playing “restaurant” or “doctor” or “cement mixing yard foreman’s convention organizer.” Feeling like a grown up is as exciting for a kid as convention organizing is for an adult, of course, but there is a difference.

While current trends indicate that TV is on the outs, video viewership is still a key piece of our entertainment consumption. Nothing can prepare us for the scrolling madness that will be future video delivery, but a few fun guesses on what we may see is never a problem.  The

You’ve heard that saying “The only constant around here is change” in some capacity, and if you haven’t, welcome to the club. The reverse could be true of the sports simulator gaming world, one that always has new releases and entrances but always seems to look and feel

The turn-based RPG of my day is having a sort of crisis moment.  2016 could very well decide the future and fate of this genre now mired with tasteless clones, savage disappointments and retread uselessness.  How does a simple game of the past keep up with the admittedly superior RPG

Oh Tamriel, you beautiful land of stone and sky, why do you tear me apart this way?  Ever since I first took off into Vvardenfell’s wild lands in the Elder Scrolls’ third chapter, I’ve really wanted nothing more from a video game than to explore more and more

Driveclub is not Gran Turismo. Despite sharing a genre and PlayStation exclusivity, Driveclub always feels like a clunkier, but competent, little brother. Like other “little brothers” of this world, Driveclub looks small when trying to compete in the same auto racing arena as its bigger counterpart.  However, Driveclub Bikes, Driveclub’

Fatal flaws are not a new pitfall for gaming developers, going back to the quite literal pitfalls of E.T. on the Atari and even further.  Not all fatal gaming flaws are quite as bombastic or historically bad as the previously mentioned one, but no matter how large or slight,

Billiards is a classic and fun experience, real or otherwise, and is something that my generation’s childhood was typically littered with.  Pre-teen hangout spots, friend’s parent’s basements, and particularly nice pizza parlors were all bastions of the simple and addictive game.  In the early days of the