A controller gets put down. A disc gets shelved next to dozens of others just like it. But, sometimes, the game lingers. It creeps into your sleep and live on in the backs of your eyelids, demanding ever more from you. Here's an example: the one night that the crazy nocturnal zombies from
Alan Wake showed up in my head. I was me in my dream, and not the overwrought author that's starred in two gam...
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