Chasing Smoke
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a blog post up here. The truth is that although I enjoy posting, I don’t have time right… Read More »Chasing Smoke
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a blog post up here. The truth is that although I enjoy posting, I don’t have time right… Read More »Chasing Smoke
🎮 In the wild world of PC gaming, one woman’s leap day decision turned into a comedy of errors. From Steam drama to media frenzy, it’s a tale of punching down and the perils of riling up gamers.
The oceanic game of tag turned extreme with WWII’s obscenely long-ranged naval guns—some could lob a shell nearly 30 miles with the accuracy of a sniper. Modern warfare’s “you can’t see me” battles once relied on lofty perches and plucky pilots in flimsy floatplanes to spot foes over the horizon. Current destroyers follow tradition, still able to send a “hello” 23 miles distant.
Meet Sovetsky Soyuz – because all the best things to come out of communist countries are fictional.
“Make a live service where people live, work, play, and build?” 2002 called. They’d like their game trends back.
So there I was, watching semi-pro historians with anime avatars (and a pig), dissect Tucker Carlson’s Putin interview. Right-wingers love opposing leftists; leftists detest anything ‘Orange Man’ supports. We’re stuck in a loop as old as the Marx Brothers. Some things never change—like arguing over nothing.
After a semi-accidental hiatus, diving back into Rule 5 posts, we encounter Ägir, whose rigging has a mind of its own, like a mischievous pet. With a design inspired by proposed battlecruisers, equipped to say, “Hope your crew is good swimmers” from miles away.
The wakeup calls for Christians keep coming. Are we starting to hear them?
In the annals of gaming, a solemn ritual unfolds: the demise of a beloved title. I, too, faced the reckoning. The Crew, its servers slated for oblivion. But fear not, for I, valiant gamer, vanquished it from my backlog ere its demise. Victory tastes… like a mediocre storyline.
Meet Cheshire, the purrfect shipgirl/catgirl combo. Her plushie’s havoc on shelves earns her a dedicated Rule 5 post. Maid, catgirl, tea brewer, and cruiser-class confusion—she’s a feline force to be reckoned with. Because who cares about naval history when there’s a catgirl in the fleet?