Ryan Doyle I’m standing in front of a wall covered in photographs of people, and I’m looking for Brett. I don’t know what he looks like, I don’t know where he sits, and I don’t really know what he does but we’re supposed to be making a game together. This seems a little unusual, considering how it all began.
"Uncle Sean said a dirty Bertie". It's true. I did. In front of my five-year-old nephew. Let's put it in perspective though - this Scooby Doo game is pretty S-H-I-T. And if he doesn't hear it from me, he's going to pick it up in the playground.
He got it for Christmas and it’s the first game he has ever played. When he asked me to get him past a hard bit, I grabbed the controller with glee. It should have been child’s play, but Scooby had a few surprises in store.
David Ream It's 9pm and my phone is ringing. It’s my girlfriend. I realise I am going to have to explain why I am not on a train home in time for dinner and I wonder how many strikes I get until I'm out. It's already gone way past number three. I guess I have been working late a lot recently. It’s a familiar story in videogames really: late nights, too many pizzas, not enough sleep.
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