Steve Hogarty

Social distancing measures have dramatically reshaped how we maneuver around our daily lives, and the places we work are no exception, with one-way traffic flows, reduced capacity elevators and facilities, staggered start times, and empty seats. The steps employers are taking to ensure that the office is a safe environment are not only helping to prevent the spread of COVID-19 but to allay the fears of those who may still feel some anxiety about returning to office life.
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In many ways, Steam's Early Access store is a bit like the Police Academy of video games. Inexperienced and under-qualified rookies bumming around in a pre-release stupor, firing their guns into priceless vases, supergluing other games' hands to their heads in the showers, making realistic siren sounds with their mouths to fool criminals, and using gay bars as punchlines in a way that makes a modern audience feel a little bit uncomfortable.

I’m a popular, cool guy who has plenty of good sex. In fact you might say that I’m something of an expert at sex, or that I am, to use a new word that I have just this second invented, a “sexpert”.

These days, in this horrifying new era of ethical games journalism, it's important for writers to be totally upfront by divulging every aspect of their personal lives, everybody they've ever been friends with, every secret they've ever held and anybody they might have kissed along the way. So before we proceed with this article about a puzzle game that I like, I feel the need to disclose a number of potential conflicts of interest.

It’s Christmas, so we all know what that means. Eating crumberries under the cramble bush. Building the snow man. Waiting up after your parents have gone to bed to catch sight of Doctor Crambles, the Lord of Cramblemas, to witness his gestures.

I'm always on trains. Electric trains, steam trains, nightmare trains powered by blood. You name a kind of train and I'm probably on it right now, zooming along the railways at the kinds of speeds trains usually go at. I'm also from London, a city famously infested by burrowing underground trains that roam through deep subterranean tunnels in search of platforms to stop at.

Guildford is to videogames studios what Cardiff is to interdimensional Torchwood aliens, spawning approximately one new developer a week through what we can only assume is a quantum rift in the fabric of spacetime. Game devs are everywhere in Guildford, hanging out of lampshades, skateboarding along benches, helping old ladies cross the street.

Molyneux craned his long arms behind his head and picked up a cardboard box without breaking eye contact. “I’ve invented something brilliant and it’s inside this box, Steven. What’s inside this box could change your life forever,” Molyneux continued, his eyes becoming wet, “and all I ask is that you please believe in me and respect me.”

The card game is here! The card game is here! Gather up your cards and get ready for the showdown of the century, because the card game is here and there’s nothing you or I can do or say to make the card game not be here.

Alien: Isolation is a first person stealth horror game in which you, a human full of the blood and guts you require to survive, must hide from and evade an eight foot tall alien creature who wishes to poke a hole in you such that all of your blood and guts spill out on to the floor.

Microsoft have just bought Minecraft developers Mojang for the brain-staggering sum of $2.5 billion, a number so large that if it were written out in full it would take up at least a couple of inches on a page.

The Grand Theft Auto V box art has just been revealed, which is Big Videogames News, the sort that causes all of the videogames news websites to hoist up their skirts and run around in a sort of "news musth", butting their news antlers together in competition for the highest Google ranking.

It’s simply never been easier to find yourself in command of a powerful and affordable PC that will last you the best part of a decade and not contain components manufactured by a company that implicitly supports an ongoing campaign of hatred and abuse towards women.

Yaiba is a 13-year-old boy's idea of a foul-mouthed ninja, living in a seven-year-old's doodle of a zombie apocalypse. He's not ironic, he's not post-ironic, he's simply shit.

This is a true story: last night while searching through JJ Abrams' bins for some of his discarded film scripts, I came across some of JJ Abrams' discarded film scripts.