Content Warning: This article discusses depression and suicide. Despite it’s seemingly silly and lighthearted name, The Cat Lady is not a fun game. Thinking perhaps to get a small game about feeding cats, I instead was faced with a woman’s suicide. Emotionally taxing, draining, and heartbreaking, I found myself taking frequent breaks to just do small things, to get away from the game. Wash the dishes, put out the laundry, knit. Anything to make this feeling that the grime of The Cat Lady hadn’t yet infected my life. The Cat Lady returns to the macabre gothic horror reminiscent of something Poe or Lovecraft would write. Lacking any jump-scares except when thematically appropriate, the horror isn’t dressed up. Unnerving and unsettling would be the best descriptors. It takes you through not only the horrors of humanity and what people inflict upon each other, but also the psychological torment of giving a suicidal person the ‘gift’ of immortality. At first glance, The Cat Lady is about the horrors of living with depression, and surviving in a world …
It’s about time a government had to answer to a range of ideologies in the senate, instead of attempting scare tactics to get their legislation through it.
My first introduction to Firewatch was ironic actually. I was out with some friends at a picnic, talking about the idea of a summer away from real life. What drives a person to flee like that? What does that ultimately do to a person? A friend told me he was in the middle of a game about exactly that, and – here was the clincher for me, the horror fanatic – It was getting spooky. Spoilers ahead.
I never liked calling myself a ‘gamer’. I prefer “person who plays a lot of video games, but not too much, because he also has a life”, which I feel rolls off the tongue more.
To some, that string of words may be repulsive, to others it is more than nature at its finest, it is home. With this graphic imagery, I invite you to place yourself in the shoes of someone who lives zero waste – which could well mean no shoes at all.
“I think it has to be a moment of weakness… like a person’s… human-ness I guess is shown with like, raw emotion. My Dad cried at my Grandpa’s funeral and I had never seen him like that before. He isn’t really one to let his feelings show, so when he let it all out like that I saw that he wasn’t just like, my Dad, he’s just another human being too.”
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We may have denied stealing the cookie from the cookie jar in grade five, but as mature adults, the future of Australia, we can no longer deny that rising sea levels, unstable weather conditions and the acidification of oceans are pressing issues affected by our dependence on fossil fuels.
Our editor in chief Nicholas is in Japan at the moment having a grand old time. Here are some photos of his travels to Kyoto so far.
In case you didn’t see it, the basic gist is that local Melbourne singer-songwriter Matt Walters launched the platform in January in order to cut out the middlemen (venues, booking agents and the like) and make the planning of gigs a simple transaction between artists an fans. The artist? Anyone you want. The venue? Your house (or kitchen, or backyard, or granny flat).