by Karin Malady “If you find yourself alone, riding in the green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled. For you are in Elysium, and you’re already dead! Brothers, what we do in life… echoes in eternity.” (Gladiator, 2000) There is glory on the battlefield. Not honor, nothing so pristine. Glory emerges…
READY PLAYER FORTNITE
Come join us the month of September on the Deep-Hell discord as we play as much of the Battle Royale genre as we can possibly squeeze in. All of your friends will be there.
BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN
There’s an old quote that goes something like “whatever world war III is fought with, world war IV will be fought with sticks.” to which I’d like to offer a brief and contemptible counterargument: whatever World War III is fought with, it will still be featured in Call of Duty: World at War IV. So…
THOSE WHO HAVE FELT PAIN
by Karin Malady “You’ve been feeling it too, haven’t you? Something is off. Your clothes never wear as well the next day. Your hair never falls in quite the same way. Even your coffee tastes… wrong. Our institutions are crumbling. Nobody trusts their neighbor anymore. And you stay up at night wondering to yourself…”…
NOW AND FOREVER, OPEN FOR BUSINESS
by Bryn Gelbart The Giant Bombcast was my first parasocial relationship in video games. Podcasts were my gateway into reading (and writing for) games websites. It actually began with the Bungie Podcast, but uh that is a longer story for some other time. I got into the Bombcast after hearing about it on other gaming…
GOTCHA
Let me put myself back in the shoes of one of the worst weeks of my life: the week I collectively spent 250$ USD on the hottest thing in town. Now, it wasn’t a drug (those would come later, and cheaper) and it wasn’t gambling. I’m from a background that benefits either a neighborhood kid…
THE OLDEST HOUSE
written by Sam Moore, edited by Deep Hell There are lots of things that come to mind when playing Control. The basement rooms, overrun with foliage and yet with TVs still running, are reminiscent of the art of Nam June Paik; the very existence of the Federal Bureau of Control (FBC) – and the Oceanview…
WE DON’T GET TIRED
I never expected when we started Deep Hell almost five or six years ago that we’d be sitting here opening emails at one am – emails opened under hazy bar lights with drinks in hand while *we’re* trying to escape feeling anything, emails that end with “please help it survive.” the email in question is…
A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS
There is a myth to the American West that I long for: not as a cowboy or someone born here, but as a queer with no heart stuck in isolation. A longing to be seen, out there on the horizon: maybe seen but not heard. On my own, with a few animals. I hear stories…