Dust off the console. Grab your controller. The weekend is here and it’s time to play! For some of you that will mean donning your Battle Dress, being shipped across the channel and facing an infamous foe toe to toe. Others will be sunning themselves in the generous Egyptian climate, and taking snapshots of themselves at all of its sights. A few may even be giving the illegitimate console, Mr Switch, too much attention. (King)Tut tut…
Anyway, enough of the bad jokes, this is what we have planned for the few days ahead. Do let us know in the comments below what your weekend looks like. Any robotic killer dogs lurking in your living room? Taking the Porsche for a spin around Laguna Seca? Playing Russian roulette with TNT boxes?
I will be trying to convince real life to let me get the important work of gaming and reviews done. If I have some extra time, I will keep working on the backlog. I have to start and complete Resident Evil 7 eventually.
When I’m not expelling all kinds of nasty from both ends of my mortal body, I’ll be taking it easy with some multiplayer games with the lady of the house. LEGO Harry Potter has been earmarked for a session, as has, well, just about every bloody LEGO game we’ve got. A LEGO binge, if you will.
Weirdly enough I actually got a CoD game in the form of Call of Duty WW2. Now before some assume I’m flipping my position like on Destiny, I only got it because of Target’s Buy 2 Get 1 free deal on video games. We’ll see how good it really is since I need a game to fill the time between Horizon Zero Dawn DLC and the first Destiny 2 expansion.
Once again I will be Hannah McDonald, tending to my farm in Stardew Valley. Watch Dogs 2 was also a pleasant distraction last week so I will probably spend some more time in San Fran Geeksville, when I’m not catching up with the FA Cup.
The remainder of the team are presently AWOL. Not to worry, they shall be court marshalled on their return. Ten-hut!
Living life one Batmobile chase at a time. When she’s not writing about video games, she’s writing terrible jokes that even a Christmas cracker would be embarrassed to share.