RIP Ralph Baer
I really, really hate writing obits. I really do. But I take it as a personal honor to be able to say good things about the men and women I respect, whether in this industry or just in my life, and Ralph Baer is the reason all of this exists in the first...
At night the hipsters leave their hiding holes to shamble towards you looking for brains. Brains and vintage clothes. Now it's your job to stop them from infecting and plundering your neighborhood. Granted, it's not that bad a job if you ignore the lethal risks. After all you get to frag some zombies.