Playstation Reviews

When I booted up Uncharted: The Nathan Drake Collection and heard the series’ prolific main theme, I was overcome with a nostalgia for Naughty Dog’s generation-defining trilogy. As the studio seems intent on ending Nathan Drake’s story with Uncharted 4: A Thief’s End, it feels right going

I’m gonna start off this review with an odd angle. Bear with me and it’ll all make sense. My wife and I have decided to sponsor a kid. He’s 16 years old and,despite the fact that Star Wars is popular enough to have spawned its own

If something ain’t broke, don’t fix it. That was the thought that kept returning to me every time I booted up Disgaea 5: Alliance of Vengeance. Everything from the characters, to the attacks and weapons, to the skills and even the overall aesthetic, reminded me time and time

Telling a story is something video games have attempted to do since their inception. For years, people have worked tirelessly on providing a narrative through-line within their projects. However, one genre that has avoided this is sports. It has never seemed possible to integrate a story into a game so

Being the total gaming nerd that I am, it should come as no surprise that I consider the first gaming moments my children have as important milestones in their life. Two years ago, the youngest of my three had her first real gaming moment with Skylanders Swap Force, and I

When Bungie debuted Destiny a year ago, it was about as divisive as a game could get. Some players criticized Destiny for its poor storytelling and glaring endgame flaws, while others were hooked by its excellent shooter mechanics and challenging raid. Others had somewhat of a love-hate relationship with Destiny,

I remember the joy, confusion and irritation of playing Monopoly as a young child. Despite the nebulous and convoluted interpretation of rules that kids play by, each game usually featured players secretly formulating their own strategies, trying to adapt to a changing board until an abrupt moment when a critical

It’s 0200. Clouds move overhead in the distance, slowly closing in. It’s dark, but it will be light soon. I lay prone in the muddy sludge of an African wetland, as enemy forces pace slowly just a hair’s length above on planks spanning the ankle-high water. I’