Matthew Rossi

Even the games I love have things that I don't like. World of Warcraft has the interminable class balance problem that it has always had (and probably will always have) magnified by player perception that if a class isn't exactly as good at every aspect of gameplay as everyone else trying to do that aspect -- yes, I'm looking at you, tanking -- that said class is garbage and must never be brought to a dungeon or raid.

The Old Gods have left their mark on Azeroth, and especially on the Dragonflights that make up the main narrative focus of Dragonflight, World of Warcraft's appropriately named Dragon-themed expansion.

I blame Eno for this.

I play a lot of video games.

Legendary weapons are a staple of World of Warcraft going all the way back to the original game and the duo of Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker and Sulfuras, Hand of Ragnaros.

In the future of Starfield, the legacy of Canada is a series of really weird canned sodas and other canned foods.

Consider me nonplussed. The original meaning.

I mean, CAN-uck? That is not an appetizing name. They actually have canned Poutine, y’all. That’s not right. That’s  not right at all.

There's a constantly shifting line in my head between games being something fun I engage in for stress relief or a dopamine hit and games being a checklist of tasks I have to complete.

Yesterday, Eno asked the following question:

What’s your most memorable comic book that involved dinosaurs of any kind?

And so now I must tell you all a story.

When it’s butt o’clock and you’ve just volunteered to fill in the Queue, what can get you pumped enough to actually do it? Ministry. That’s right.

I think a lot about games and gaming moments.