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You turn your Xbox on after a long, hard, days work. As the machine boots up you hear a faint voice. “Please mister, help me mister”. You shrug it off, it’s been a hard day. You sit back with the controller in your hand, rummaging to find something to play. The voice, again. “Please mister, help me mister. It’s me, Milo. I’m still in here. Get me out, mister”.
You wondered why the old man in the bric-a-brac store in Guildford you bought it from stressed you take good care of it. Now you know.
Google is broken, social media is fragmented (this one, at least, is a good thing) the internet is an AI toilet. Getting someone to look at your stuff on online is getting ridiculously rough. Sharing a post amongst chums or the internet at large helps loads. So here’s some buttons! Wahey!
The online home of Rob Fearon, disabled videogame maker, games journalist, crap film watcher, gobshite and doodler. Rob’s been around games a very, very long time now and Punching Robots Club is their personal blog featuring whatever nonsense takes their fancy.
Sometimes it’s a sketch, a review, an article about videogames, a pointer to something Rob finds cool. Whatever, really. Expect anything, Rob’s tired of being a brand online and so it’s just stuff and things these days. Nice stuff and things, mind you.
