With a controller in my hand and the head of a hell priest at my feet, I paused last night’s session of Doom Eternal to take a phone call from my mom. We talked about how she was doing, about how I was doing, about what I was playing for work. It was the most I’d felt like myself in days, a gift I owe in part to Doom Slayer and the demonic forces of Hell.
Like many, I’ve felt shaken by the pandemic spread of coronavirus. The risk of transmitting or contracting COVID-19 has kept me far away from friends and family, forced me to cancel countless plans, and made acquiring toilet paper a herculean task. Of course, I’m skating by compared to those with graver concerns, but my patience has been running thin. Whether it’s the cat nipping at my toes or my boyfriend distracting me while I work from home, I’ve been eager to pick a fight. Read more…
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