Author Archives: Hayden Dingman

Antlion’s ModMic line always appealed to me in theory. Forget buying a gaming headset of questionable repute. Acquire a high-end pair of headphones instead—hell, maybe you already have that—and then simply affix a microphone to the side. My in… Continue reading →

When Astro integrated charging into the A50 base station in 2016, I figured it was only a matter of time before other headsets followed. Finally, a headset I’d remember to charge. Finally, a headset that wouldn’t die on me mid-game. The A50 ba… Continue reading →

Worth the price of admissionImage by RespawnThere was a time when “free-to-playâ€� was a dirty term in the games industry. There are still terrible, exploitative free-to-play games on the market—more every day, in fact.But occasionally—occasion… Continue reading →

Razer just can’t quit video games. The Blade Stealth was its exit strategy—or so I thought. Released in 2016, the Stealth was Razer’s debut Ultrabook, and brought the larger Blade’s sleek, MacBook-like aesthetics and build quality to people … Continue reading →

We are now more than a month past the point when E3 2020 would’ve ended. But Fake E3? That’s eternal. It lives in your heart, in your soul, and on your television. (Or maybe your phone?)Today we finally reached the “1PM Monday Afternoonâ€� slo… Continue reading →

A construction worker, a private military contractor, and a graffiti artist walk into a bar. They drink a pint. They play darts. They look at their phones. And one by one, when nobody’s paying attention, they dip through the door marked “Staff.â… Continue reading →

We fight for ruins. East Anglia is a world of mud and collapse, of bleak forests and treacherous fens. It is empty. It is quiet. Quiet except for the sound of iron against iron, the splintering of wooden gates giving way, and everywhere the screams … Continue reading →

It’s been one hell of a year, eh? Or one hellish year, whichever you’d prefer. 2020 was already on track to be a weird one for video games, with new consoles just over the horizon. The transition is always awkward, as publishers rush out their l… Continue reading →

In the beginning, there was an ocean. Vast and unbroken, it stretched from one end of the horizon to the other, the blue of the sky barely distinguished from the blue of the sea.Then there was a pier, dredged up from the nothingness below the sea, a… Continue reading →