Over the weekend, I donated my Xbox 360 Elite to Goodwill. It represented a time in my life as a developer that I'm not overly proud about living.
In terms of 'bro' games, I’d thought I’d seen it all. I thought gaming had hit peak bro: the point at which bros could bro no further. I thought we’d fist-bumped, roadie ran and keg-stood our way to humanity's limit. Well, I was wrong.
Few games understand the true meaning of being a bro. Being a bro is more than being a burly man in a group of burly men who shoot at anything that moves. The concept of "bro" reaches beyond polo-wearing frat boys double fisting red plastic cups.