Pip Writes.

Hi! You may have noticed, but it’s been rather quiet around here lately.

Every (kind of) week, Itching For More materialises, like one of Trump’s policies — entertaining but also problematic and very worrying…

How No Man’s Sky encourages you to explore a planet

In this essay, we will be discussing the many reasons why Luigi, is in fact, Bowser.

Every Wednesday Itching For More appears, like a spot right on the tip of your nose. This week, small musical toy/fabric of the universe…

Zelda Breath of The Wild is perhaps one of the best games to ever grace my lucky slightly freakishly long fingers. It is a breath of fresh…

Later, we curl up. Smaller than the grass itself Hide, from everyone

If you hadn’t realised by the title, this article will be outlining what I want from Altgames in the future, and what they need to do to…

When I was younger, my biggest talent was losing things. Whether it was a jumper, wallet, keys, memory or even limbs.

A huge, concrete slab of a building towers above me. I am on the moon. Green orbs, softly glowing tempt me forwards as more buildings come…

I follow a twitter account called No Man’s Pics. It regularly tweets and retweets pictures of (you guessed it) No Man’s Sky, a game whose…

Every Wednesday, (except when I forget that I am away and fail to prepare an article in time) Itching For More appears, like an…

An ocean of long bearded old men Arguing over a long forgotten argument Sentences crashing over each other Spittle foaming out of their…

Every Wednesday (even if it is now Friday by the time I am writing this), Itching For More appears, like a crazed baboon, stepping out of…

Every Wednesday, itching for more seeps out of my ears and onto medium.com. This week is Fish Market simulator: The Fish Market.

Poking up through rust Green through metal, unwanted. Pushing to the sky.

Have you ever shaken a snowglobe with a small town inside? Watched as the snow slowly falls, covering buildings and roads. Do you ever…