"Whisper modern horror’s name three times into a mirror and the images it conjures will be enough to sink a masochist’s heart. Once the playground of the daring, it’s now the training ground of the future stars of triple-A shooters.

Yet horror’s demise has been exaggerated. It’s now the domain of the indie developers and modders; in the latter’s case, of those brave enough to dissect Valve’s magnum opus and reanimate its corpses in the name of fear. But why mods? And why, of all things, Half-Life?..."

"Time hasn’t been kind to Morrowind’s Vvardenfell, not since Bethesda laid down their tools, turned their backs, and wandered off to construct the homelands of the Imperials and the Nords that would solidify their rise to fame..."

"The audience is quiet, all eyes transfixed. Michael slicks back his hair, strides out of a bathroom stall, and not two minutes later Virgil and McCluskey lay dead on the floor of Louis’ Restaurant..."