Yes, I am one of PC Powerplay’s female freelancers and, yes, this column was named after the arrangement of my chromosomes, and the fact I was born early enough to spend the entire 80s with personal computers. But, if we’ve addressed one thing in the last eight years, it’s that stereotyping women who play videogames is pointless and silly, right? I hope so, anyway. So, when I tell you this month’s game made me lose a few tears, explain it away as social conditioning and lady hormones if you like, but you might be missing a supremely special experience.
My tissue-reaching moment happened about a quarter of the way through the game. The little pink square; me, had been pushed into a rectangular donut of white, surrounded by black. Red…
