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Writer, surfer, gamer, optimistic misanthrope.

My YouTube channel. There’s video game stuff on it: http://youtube.com/stirfriedgaming

Location:Charleston, SC

stories by Ned Lesesne

A Week of Mass Effect

Fine. I admit it. I never finished the first Mass Effect. I'm not proud of myself, but I’m damn sure not going to make any excuses. Excuses like RPG fatigue. Excuses like eighteen credit-hours a semester. Excuses like alcoholism. Excuses like World of Warcraft.  Excuses, excuses… I stopped making excuses when I stopped pooping while fully clothed (2006), and I'm not keen on revisiting old habits. So now, as penance, I will spend the next week playing through all three Mass Effect games. In order, no other games, lots and lots of quality beer. With luck, I'll make up for a geek fauxpaux on par with referring to "Link" as "Zelda."

The Dark Potential of Serialized Gaming

Unfortunately for those of us that want to do something productive before we die, Netflix streams serialized television series in their entirety. I’d never seen much of ABC’s now infamous “Lost” franchise until recently, but since its streaming release on Netflix I’ve found little motivation to do anything with my day other than watch episodes back-to-back while I dehydrate and deny myself much needed trips to the shitter.

Let me be Batman: How Arkham City reflects the video-game industry

I remember Batman: Arkham Asylum vividly. It could have been the revisits (three) or my love for all things Batman. It could have been the game’s technical precision. It could have been the cold crack of henchman bones under my ten-pound Bat-boot.   In all honesty, though, it was probably due to the crushing sobriety and legal speed addiction that defined my senior year of college. Whatever the case, Arkham Asylum holds court in my fickle, game-addled mind — never to suffer the fate of forgettable first-person shooters and Kinect titles. While the entirety of Arkham Asylum has burned itself onto my retinas, a particular moment commands my attention. I stood on the edge of Arkham Mansion, staring at Gotham City. The purpose of this exercise was to solve one of The Riddler’s interminable and unbelievably glitchy puzzles.