Rivals of Aether: Legacy Skin Pack

"Let's talk about the elephant on the rift."

I am not a Tomb Raider expert - my memories go about as far back as playing the bulk of the original and its sequel at a friend's house, aged something like seven to 10 years old, and attempting to break free of the same demo disc level for a few too many hours on end. But what I've always taken from my fuzzy recollections of late-90s Lara is that one of classic Tomb Raider's defining traits is its precision. Jump exactly here. Land exactly there. Manually press a button to grab the ledge. If you miss you die - or at least get very frustrated. Read more

Rey and Leia was a master and apprentice duo that never got to shine in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. Madeline Roux plans to right those wrongs.

There's something that really stood out for me as someone in the UK who collected American comics at the end of the 1980s. It's that each new comic you got was a doorway to a world of absolute chaos and gimmickry. I'm not talking about the comic stories themselves, but about the American ads that were suddenly blaring out of the alternate spreads. Topps bubble gum cards. Garbage Pail whatevers. Endless enticements to buy Bayou Billy on the Nintendo Entertainment System. You'd be reading about Batman, knocking gloomily around some Gotham spire, and then you'd turn the page and, WHAMMO, somethin

"Young and old, gather round / Everybody hail the new king in town."