This is what love is.
This is what love is.
For the past year, my original Xbox One hasn’t been working properly.
My daughter is seven, and a few weeks ago her class spent the week choosing a subject to “investigate” (basically write reports on). The teacher might have been hoping they chose something like “nature”, or “factories”, or “history”, but the room of seven-year-old kids did the seven-year-old thing and chose “Pokémon”.
Kotaku reader Ian Wenstrand has written and illustrated a children’s book called Plugged In, where a kid obsessed with video games wakes up in a land that “blurs the line between the real and virtual worlds”.
In 1990, Bill Watterson created a Calvin and Hobbes storyline in which Calvin is bullied into playing baseball during recess. Watterson drew a relatable, cautionary tale about the dangers of cramming boys into neat little boxes. Everyone in this story wants Calvin to do something he hates, but even when he commits to…
Reminder: children born post-smartphones/tablets have not been conditioned to use buttons.
“I would love if DC Superhero Girls were really alive.” “Why?” “Because I really like them. I’m their biggest faaAaaAan.”
As previously discussed, my son is getting pretty good at video games. Because of this, despite being only four years old, I’ve started letting him play Zelda: Breath of the Wild by himself. It has turned out to be a very good decision.
Dream Daddy is a new dating sim where you play as a father and date other fathers. On the surface, it looks like a light game about hot dads and the dad jokes they make. It is that, but it’s also a sincere look at what it’s like to be a father.
In the past couple of months there’s been a phrase that haunts me. It reverberates in my dreams and my darkest nightmares. It’s the first words I hear when I arrive home from work. It’s the first words I hear when being woken up at 5:30am on a still-dark Saturday morning. “Daddee. DADDEE. Can I play YOUR game.”
Friday, June 2, was National Doughnut Day in the States, the day we celebrate fried sweet dough, torus-shaped and otherwise. Nabisco celebrated this joyous holiday by reminding us that there’s nothing quite like a warm jelly doughnut, especially not a creme-filled sandwich cookie.
Dream Daddy is a dating sim headed to Steam on July 13. In it, you’ll help sexy dads hookup with other dads. Naturally, the game announced itself to the world on Father’s Day.
Yesterday, on Easter, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson chased his daughter around the house wearing a Pikachu costume. And how did you celebrate? Eggs?
One minute my five-year-old was giggling along with the playful antics of Yooka-Laylee on the PlayStation 4. The next he was in Persona 5, erasing over 35 hours of Phantom thievery in the blink of an eye. It’s the closest I’ve come to crying over a video game in years.
Last month, the servers for Disney Infinity—once aiming to be the biggest thing in video games and toys—were quietly shut down. It’s fitting for the game’s sad demise that few people even bothered to notice.
Because you may not have been inside one of these stores in a long time/ever, let me show you that Build-a-Bear have some of the most amazing keyboards on planet Earth.
You and I, as adults, know to call things by their actual names. My kid is four, and does no such thing.
“Daddy? DADDY!” I look up from my laptop. This video game was supposed to give me a precious 15 minute respite from the endless drudgery of parenthood. What the hell’s gone wrong now?
When I started telling my daughter about various superheroes, I thought for sure that the Flash or Batgirl was going to be her favorite. But super-speed and total recall can’t stand up to gamma-powered grumpiness: the Hulk has her heart.
I heard that having kids changes the way you can play games. Nine weeks in with one boy and one girl born a minute apart, I can confirm that it’s true. This is what I’ve learned about playing games while raising twins: