Where am I?
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
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Fourthoughts: The Horsemen of the Apocalypse talk video games (part 2)
They laughed in the face of PC Gamer, told Gamespot to feck off, and pushed Rock Paper Shotgun into a really deep bit of the Kennet & Avon canal. The only place on the ludological internet where you’ll find an interview with the world’s scariest equestrian quartet is here on Tally-Ho Corner.
Friday Foxer #167
This week’s handmade co-op puzzle won’t defox itself. If you’re a dab hand at quizzes, lateral thinking, and search engine sleuthing, why not help out.
Where am I?
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
Fourthoughts: The Horsemen of the Apocalypse talk video games (part 1)
The following interview is the result of a chance encounter I had last Sunday on a bridle path in Savernake Forest. It might have been the sickly-sweet aroma of decay that wafted from their steaming mounts. It might have been the way the glossy ivy withered, and the ebullient robins lapsed into silence, as they passed… something told me that this particular party of clip-cloppers didn’t hail from the local riding school.
Friday Foxer #166
This week’s handmade co-op puzzle won’t defox itself. If you’re a dab hand at quizzes, lateral thinking, and search engine sleuthing, why not help out.
Where am I?
Using the following clues (the map above is purely decorative) in combination with Street View, work out my location.
A2Z
A is for Alphabetised wargame, sim, and site news. Every so often, assuming I can persuade Austerity’s Blackburn Cirrus Bombardier engine to perform the miracle of internal combustion, I spend a few days scouring Simulatia and Grognardia for stories with the potential to fascinate, startle, cheer, dismay or amuse. Those stories are then dehydrated, alphabetised and delivered, via articles like this one, to people who’ve got better things to do than plough through puff and platitudes.