Flobknocker is the nonsensical nom-de-plume of a British guy who occasionally writes about videogames, and who belongs to a mysterious cult that all gather round a helmet every weekend to perform rituals in the hope of bringing about a new Motorstorm game.
Don't F3AR the reaper
As a general rule, I write about games that have a profound effect on me. That profound effect does not necessarily have to be positive, nor is it exclusively negative. Sometimes, a game might just get under my skin for wholly unique reasons, or because it offers something I've not experienced before. In this case, FEAR 3 (or F3AR, as it insists I call it) has the unique trait of being the videogame equivalent of a pot noodle.
There's something rotten in the state of occupied Denmark.
What's this? I'm reviewing a game in a somewhat timely fashion? I know. Shocking.
I've been a fan of the Battlefield series since its unfortunately janktacular debut on PS2, and so, with Battlefield 5 now out in the wild, I feel it's time I finally wrote something about one of my favourite series. Unfortunately, though, I fear all may not be well.