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On Firewatch, Conspiracy, and Horror

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.

No Surprises, Please

By Matthew Stone “Where does this comma come from,” she shouts, smacking the desk. “You didn’t proofread it at all. Fuck this. Fuck you.” A little upset shall we say? I don’t know who she’s talking to on the other end of the phone. Maybe it’s a group assignment. They often bring out altruism and goodwill in people. I wouldn’t consider myself the sort of person to start a screaming match in the library over sentence structure, but we each have our baggage to deal with. Grammar certainly is a point of contention from time to time. However, I never expected such elevated emotional tensions might stem from one’s stance on the Oxford Comma; yea or nay? Smacks the desk again, louder this time. “I trusted you,” she hisses down the phone. “This was important. I’m not smart. I’m not pretty. I don’t know where the fuck I’m going.” One or two people sheepishly steal a glance at her, but quickly resume whatever they’re doing on their computers. Nobody approaches. Nobody helps. No gentle pat on the back; “it’s not your …