I am not OK with this.

I am not OK. What have they done to you, Lara?

Good night, sweet Croft.

The in-game model for Lara Croft in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, showing the character cocking her two pistols ready to fire.

May flights of angels (of Darkness) sing you to your rest.

Well, I refuse to get ahold of myself.

You see traces of it in younger, acrobatic walking sims likeBABDDIandLorn’s Lure.

But there’s something about her taking up arms in the Warzone that does my head in.

I am twelve, terrified.

The computer screen looms over me.

The soundloop kicks in - hollow noises like huge footsteps boom in the background: creaks, low moans.

I’m aware the woman on screen is wearing very little.

She can see wolf tracks, hear whispers…

But she is on her own.

“What is the worst that can happen to her?

I glance at the manual.

I draw Lara’s guns.

I walk into the claustrophobic darkness.”

Oh well, we’ll always have Gex.