I approached writing this review with some haste and delay. You see, as a very open-minded gamer with a strong focus on indie games, it pains me when I come across a generally reasonably-reviewed indie game that I simply didn't enjoy - even more-so if I have to review that game based on a free review key. Skydive: Proximity Flight, developed by Gaijin Entertainment and released on the digital stores of the PlayStation 3/Xbox 360, is a skydiving game that sees you freefalling from the sky in a wingsuit in various game modes. It's a somewhat unusual concept that really piqued my interest when I was contacted about it and watched the trailer, b

The love-child of Level-5 and Studio Ghibli, upcoming 2013 RPG title Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch (a PS3 version of Nintendo DS game Ni No Kuni: The Another World of which was not localized in the U.K. due to translation issues) has a lot to live up to, if not just because of past successes. Level-5 are famed for their best-selling 'Professor Layton' franchise, whilst Studio Ghibli created Oscar-winning animated movie 'Spirited Away' along with some other sensational, critically-acclaimed features. These two working together should make it almost a given that this is something amazing. Thankfully, that appears to be the case. Offici

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Feels like I've danced with the devil Too many times in my short life. Stared him straight in his ugly eye As he stared right back at mine. And as we danced, he'd whisper in my ear All about his twisted life. So he'd say that I'd see him soon, And I dance with the devil tonight. --- If roses are red and violets are blue, then where does that leave me and you? If curiosity killed the cat, then maybe you should bring him back. If two's company and three's a crowd, then get out because it's getting loud. --- Good night, sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite you awake Because when you wake I'll be gone, I'll be gone forever.

I sit at home, alone, listening to the radio, Trying to drown out my thoughts and screams. Whilst sitting there, I thought about my future How it would end; the pain, my life, my dreams. Ring, Ring 'Pick up the phone. I know you're home because I heard you crying.' Ring, Ring 'You're not alone. You're not the only one who wishes they were dying.' I lay in bed, alone, hating all the memories. Wanting to recall where the end began. Whilst laying there, I receive some phone calls. They were from my one, my love, my Anne. Ring, Ring 'Pick up the phone. I know you're home because I heard you crying.' Ring, Ring 'You're not alone.

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