Meet Ghost Recon’s grandson, Black One Blood Brothers

Last night, Uncle Steam, noticing I was at a loose end, whispered in my shell-like: “Players like you love Black One Blood Brothers”. After I responded with a sceptical “Is that so?”, he realised he still had work to do. Grabbing my lapels and pulling my face close to his, with a hint of menace he urged me to “Imagine Tom Clancy’s Ghost Recon with modern graphics, drones, amazing weapon customisation, and an absolute gem of a mission generator”. This I duly did.

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The First of the Forsaken

The older I get, the more abandoned game projects I leave in my wake. During the past fifteen years I’ve started work on dozens of video games and – if you ignore this trifle – failed to finish every single one of them. Am I proud of this record? Of course not. The thought that the fruits of so much effort – so much reflection and experimentation – are now gathering dust on forgotten hard drives, cuts me to the quick every time I think about it.

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Trapped news

Looking like a cross between an old-fashioned gramophone player and a glass harmonica, the trusty THC news trap generally catches at least a couple of stories overnight. When I opened it up this morning I found the following five paragraphs fluttering about inside the holding tube.

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Combat Mission Olympiad: Turn 13

Both teams have managed to reach the penultimate turn without losing their tank. Does the above screenshot mean one of the Crusaders won’t be participating in the final minute of action, or is it simply evidence that your GM is a mischievous swine? Find out beyond the break.

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Redweed is ripe for a remake

In early Eighties Britain, one of the disadvantages of expanding your video game collection via mixtapes exchanged in rambunctious school playgrounds was also one of the advantages. Because that C60 you were stuffing into the pocket of your parka had been compiled by your mate’s cousin’s neighbour’s uncle, you had no real idea what you were getting until you compared the titles scrawled on the sleeve to the adverts printed in the pages of your favourite ZX Spectrum magazine.

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