Everything is changing.
Let’s get to it, then: Halo Infinite’s fledgling multiplayer is properly brilliant. It’s all the bang-bang, pew-pew, pop-pop action you’d expect from the daddy of the modern...
We used to be the parents. We were their guardian angels, the commander of our own private army of ensemble characters with wild hair...
Only in 1999 could a lady fire an actual dog from her arm cannon.
Seagull poop and first-person cameras.
Outriders is exactly the kind of game you’d expect at the start of a generation – just not this one. It’s the video-game equivalent...
Cortana, tell me a story.
Prey for more.
The summer of '99.