I played it over and over, trying to sharpen my skills, following the infamous Latin proverb oportet git gud.

Over a month ago, my interest in videogames died suddenly.

I spluttered a response about how I was attacking Evil Lego’s boast that it provided a first-class gym for the creative mind. But I crossed a line that I normally would steer clear of.

But there’s nothing wrong with an honest “my year in games” and so here we are: my 2021 in games.

I imagine if you play as God intended, this isn’t a problem, but if you’re a rookie spacemarble pilot like myself who struggles to ride the bladed edge of the game’s physics, it’s a total crapshoot.

The indie boom wasn’t a return to an era of simpler games, but it did dust off designs from that era that had been neglected in the pursuit of progress.

Each creates an arena for tiresome debate although YMMV. I file them under Parkinson’s law of triviality: questions so trivial to understand that everyone will have an urge to share a strong opinion, even when it might be better to keep our mouths shut.

If you’re willing to cannibalise a model as raw materials for your own sculptures, good for you, but those sets practically require a blood sacrifice during purchase, particularly if they’re branded.

I’m getting tired of never playing what I want.

You are the Alpha and Omega of marketing and your mission is to encourage parasocial relationships. If they think enough of you, maybe they’ll buy your work. I’m your number one fan.