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14 Oct 2026 By Nic Reuben Feature

What's On Your Bookshelf?: Space Marine 2's Ashley Cooper

"The pitch for the first book is 'lesbian necromancers in space' and it delivers on every word in that sentence"

Hello reader who is also a reader, and welcome back to What's On Your Bookshelf?, Jank's twice monthly chat with a selection of beer-battered, triple-cooked game-makers about books.

I saw another take today about "breaking out of your reading comfort zone". It's one I see quite frequently and am broadly supportive of, though only for a certain type of person. Generally speaking, the worst possible advice you can give someone who isn't reading as much as they'd like is "have you tried reading shit you're not excited about?".

I'm increasingly of the opinion that every piece of reading or writing advice on the correct way to do something outside of the purely actionable (you will probably need a keyboard if you want to make words happen on a computer, etc) contributes to a growing state of paralysis over doing that thing the right way. A plea, then, to reject the tyranny of correctness and simply enjoy some words. Oh, hey! We've wrangled another word enjoyer. It's Solace State, Motive's Iron Man, and Space Marine 2's Ashley Cooper! Cheers Ashley - mind if we have a nose at your bookshelf?

What are you currently reading?

I haven't been reading as much recently as I normally like to, but I've been working on fixing that. I finally started reading Harrow the Ninth while I was on vacation a couple weeks ago. It's the second book in Tamsyn Muir's Locked Tomb series. The pitch for the first book, Gideon the Ninth, is "lesbian necromancers in space" and it delivers on every word in that sentence. Gideon is one of my favourite books in recent memory, and so far Harrow feels different in an interesting way and I'm excited to see where it goes.

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08 Oct 2026 By Nic Reuben The Cooldown

How are Cyber Knight's slick and silly heists 103 updates later?

Spoiler: they're still very good!

Pour one out, chumbos, for toothless soothsayer cyberpunk, rendered gummy and ineffectual upon the deflating crystallisation of our own dark future-present's tropes, which are mostly boring and stupid. Gen AI primarily exists because today's oligarchs were sad no-one wanted to paint their portraits. All the street drugs either make me anxious or sleepy and no-one is even trying to make the cool lickable feathers from Vurt.

The robots might gain sentience, but it won't make them happy, since the robots are just here to solve the conundrum of wealthy sociopaths still needing someone to clean the toilets in their apocalypse bunkers. The cyberdecks are neat but mainly useful for avoiding forced Adobe updates. No-one gets a Gundam. Everyone gets the lettuce shits. The sky above the port is the colour of a viral raccoon's butt.

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Prescience be damned - stealth tactics gem Cyber Knights: Flashpoint wallows in post-relevance cyber-kitsch with magnetic, married-to-the-bit abandon. Your cool criminal mates don't call you 'friend' but 'chumbo'. A computer's intrusion countermeasures are shortened to 'IC', so hackers 'Skate IC'. People insult each other with "B-tier citizen". Built atop pulverised pastiche as it is, I don't mean to suggest the worldbuilding is in any sense thin - there's a chunky codex of corpo names and cybernouns. But it is just predictable enough to be comforting, just clever enough to be in conversation with its own tropes without that conversation evolving much past "hey, chumbo. Cool jacket".

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30 Sep 2026 By Nic Reuben What's On Your Bookshelf?

What's On Your Bookshelf?: Norco's Yuts

"There's a scene of the shambolic protagonist getting destroyed in a game of tennis that converted me."

Hello reader who is also a reader, and welcome back to What's On Your Bookshelf? - Jank's bi-weekly chat with a mint-condition, laminated collection of rapidly appreciating game-makers about books.

Every so often, the paper books vs e-readers discourse will spontaneously reheat itself like a malfunctioning MRE. A thorny topic, surely, but consider that if a stray teardrop of sriracha falls on a Kindle page of Zola's Nana, it will then appear on every subsequent page until you wipe it off, creating the effect of an infinite, transient sauce globule echoing through spacetime. Conversely, a hardback copy of Puzo's The Godfather you dribbled marinara on will permanently be your sauce-stained copy of The Godfather, though only on a single, lonely page.

I'd like to think this tells us something important about the nature of something else important, although what exactly, I could not say. Perhaps this week's guest might know? It's only Yuts from Norco and Silenus developers Geography Of Robots! Cheers Yuts - mind if we have a nose at your bookshelf?

What are you currently reading?

I'm about a quarter of the way into Money by Martin Amis. I read Amis’s collection of book reviews years ago, and have intended to check out his fiction ever since. There's a scene of the shambolic protagonist getting destroyed in a game of tennis that converted me.

The other book on my desk is for research related to our new game, which takes place along Louisiana's coast. Last Days of Last Island by Bill Dixon, about the 1856 hurricane that wiped out a seasonal resort town down here. Dixon does a great job constructing his research into a continuous narrative.

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24 Sep 2026 By Nic Reuben The Cooldown

You don't know what you got (the moon) until it's gone (blown up by a magic rat)

Total Warhammer 3's gorgeous map is going through hell

Somewhere in Nordland's forests, atop a rocky outcrop shaped like a crude arrowhead, a grey wolf howls at the sky. Countless hours in Total Warhammer 3, and it's my first time seeing her. I like to think she's saying goodbye to the moon.

She borks in lunatic prestalgia among dozens of bespoke dioramic sites dotted around the Empire of Man's territories. A mill here. A sports arena there. Cartographic peans to the industry and culture of the thousands of conscripts I'll gift dented cuirasses and spears over the length of my campaign, before marching them off to melt under gouts of sour-green warpfire loosed by cackling rats. In Nordland's port settlements - Dietershafen, Salzenmund - I picture dockworkers hauling and cursing, forced to pull double shifts after half the crew were ground to imitation crab meat by mammoth-riding raiders. Click the ports, and four building chains bear the heroic task of abstracting every non-military facet of the Empire's culture - farms, taverns, tailors, roads.

I don't bring these up to call the simulation gaunt. It's precisely the breadth and richness of Total Warhammer's adaption that invites me to dream of more, I think. The maddening brilliance of grand designs is how they plant seeds for endless grander fantasies. Why shouldn't a game world with this much on offer also contain everything, actually? Why can't I zoom in an extra layer - visit the taverns, hang with the soldiers I'm recruiting? Where are the complex strings of branching story events that let me hunt Skaven in Altdorf's sewers? Lazy devs, please fix (my washing machine, my brain, my life).

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Instead, I'm thinking about the wolf and the granaries and the docks because it's taken me facing the end of the world - courtesy of three new apocalyptic end-game scenarios that devastate the planet's surface - to finally stop and smell the roses.

Not for Blood Bowl, apparently! That's its own universe.

This is Warhammer, of course, where even the roses reek. Just outside my capital city of Middenheim, there's a patch of swampland I've never noticed before. It's so small that it's difficult to move an army any amount and still remain inside of it. In the rare circumstance that Middenheim is ever under siege by two armies at once from this one specific angle, the attrition from the swamp might be enough to slightly weaken the reinforcing force in the one or two turns it takes to build battering rams. It is, in other words, meaningless. Unless…

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16 Sep 2026 By Nic Reuben What's On Your Bookshelf?

What's On Your Bookshelf?: Esoteric Ebb's Christoffer Bodegård

"I've heard it's similar to Disco Elysium. But Miéville’s must be better, because he has two"

Hell is ascendant. The nightmare moon hangs askew in the rust-blighted sky, low enough to reach down and steal a bite of your waffle cone. Again!

To your left, a battle-worn clowder of gangrenous strays mew the theme to The Godfather, miring your senses in discordant trills : Meooow Mow-mow mooow mow mow-mow.

From beyond the veil, exactly 58 tiny voices scrape at your fragile subconscious, each trying to tell you about a different roguelike card-battler released in the last four hours. Every one of them is 'must play', they insist. (whispery voice) Must play. Must play. Must Play.

Quick. Get inside. It's safe here. We have gathered all the videogames and burned them alive. Only books remain.

Welcome.

Welcome to the inaugural Jank-dition of What's On Your Bookshelf - our regular chat with a selection of excellent game-humans about books! Kicking things off, it's none other than Esoteric Ebb's Christoffer Bodegård! Cheers Chris - mind if we have a nose at your bookshelf?

What are you currently reading?

Liberal Fascisms! One of many essay collections of Žižek, his latest I believe. Once I got out of the slump of extreme-hardcore-crunch, writing thousands of words a day all throughout 2025 and up to Ebb's launch, I needed a cleanser. Or at least a solid hook to start reading again. I find Slavoj Žižek's pop-culture zeitgeist lens incredibly entertaining, and his work gives me the exact same dopamine rush I get from watching overtly political YouTubers rant about current day topics, except I get to actually stop and look up/learn about new sources/concepts/words every other page or so.

I'm also working my way through the Tales of Dunk and Egg! For one reason: I very much enjoyed the dread of watching Game of Thrones slowly collapse into complete sadness - starting with season 4 - since I read ahead to Dance after season 2 dropped. After watching AKOTSK with the boys (which was an experience), I decided to jump onto that same ship once more. I mean, I really hope the following seasons hold up. But now I'm invested, so bring on the pain!

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08 Sep 2026 By Nic Reuben Reviews

The Blood Of Dawnwalker review

Dawn Walker? I thought you said his name was Coen?!

Two weeks ago, the vampire that rules over Coen of Laslea's valley torched his village, captured his family, and cursed Coen to an eternity of blood thirst. This evening, Coen is standing on a mountain pass, getting pelted with rocks by large, jeering goat people. "Baah", they taunt. "Baaah-ha-ha".

Coen isn't happy about this, but he can't do a thing. This is because I've decided the goat people are my friends, so I keep choosing pacifist dialogue options despite three opportunities - and constant encouragement from my companion - to kill them all.

I'm having one of a handful of asterisk-free excellent times thus far in The Blood Of Dawnwalker. Mostly because the game has finally offered up a crumb of that good, good whimsy after submerging me in fifteen hours of muck, pestilence, viscera, laborious combat, torture, 'excellent artisanal' epic trousers, and despair.

See that castle? You can go bowling with it.

There are sweetly sombre vistas and scenes of chilling folk horror lurking in this cursed valley; awe and terror dancing around the maypole together. There are fascinating hints at a history of forbidden magic, and uncomfortably tangible tales of oppression tolerated through paralysing fear of the alternative. Before Brencis came, cruel boyars ran unchecked, and the black death ran rife. Now, every week at mass, his vampire court drink from the people, and share their blood in return. The plague is gone. The boyars were hanged. Newborns are the "strongest they've ever been". Vampire tyranny is one thing, but vampire populism? What a hook.

There is all that, plus some of the best violin scraping and the absolute best gnarled bog trees ever committed to Unreal Engine. But there's also such constant, droning misery and aimless sadism-as-set-dressing that Dawnwalker often devolves into a four Yorkshireman-esque pissing contest with itself. "It smells of rot and blood here," Coen groans as he enters a cave. Yes, Coen. I know, I know. It's rot and blood all the way down.

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01 Sep 2026 By Nic Reuben Feature

The new Onimusha has won parrying, now give it a rest

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Parrying is gaming's best and raddest adoption - a decisive and effortlessly stylish retort that serves instant, embarrassing karma to threats as diverse as lightning bolts, chainsaws, and freight trains. Press R1 to pay absolutely no respect. It's also a cheap trick that shrinks gods and monsters to the tiny space where your blades meet, reducing the shadows of colossi to whimpering bunny silhouettes. At their best, nailing a string of parries and ripostes feels like performing Swan Lake while winning a rap battle against god. At their worst, they're the design equivalent of blending a bag of spinach into sugary pasta sauce so fussy toddlers don't realise they're eating quicktime event.

I recently discovered my least favourite parry ever in Marvel's Spider-Man 2. Fights in Insomniac's Spidey games fizzle with fistly pyrotechnics so ill-suited to requiring you to anticipate incoming hands that Spidey's glowing head halo does it for you. In Spider-Man the first, you don't even have to consider danger until the same second you respond to it. This lets you focus your entire brain on what matters: doing stuff that makes you nod and go: "Oh yes. That's some shit Spider-Man would do".

Me when I'm being used as a comparative example to make a larger point.

But in the sequel, just knowing that a wiley thugoon might spring a parry-only punch forces a shift in priorities from "I want to do this" to "I don't want that to happen" which messes with the cadence something awful. It's so ill-fitting it feels like it emerged from a focus group, run by and consisting entirely of suits, each of them focused on suit-dazzling the other suits with the suitiest suggestions possible.

This is how so much of parrying feels to me now. It's Chris Pratt. It's Timbly Charmander. It's 20g of added bison protein in an 18g Chocolate Hobnob. I used to crackle with glee at clinching a "not today, fucko" against Ray's clanging mechasnout in Metal Gear Rising. Now I long for a game brave enough to snap my sword in half forever if I'm stupid enough to think I can deflect even a swerving bumper butt from a medium-velocity rat ambulance.

Onimusha: Way Of The Sword is not that game. It has five different varieties of not-today-fuckos you can use during a day in the life of true Edo period geezer Miyamoto Musashi, and something like four extra fucko-be-gones. You can block, dodge, super dodge, parry, and deflect, which is basically a parry with extra steps. Dodging fills an execution gauge, and parrying fills a gauge that engulfs your sword in crackling anti-fucko energy.

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27 Jul 2026 By Nic Reuben Reviews

I'm oddly fond of this shonky RTS that's decided Mass Effect is public domain now

An early access look at RPG/RTS hybrid ZeroSpace

Why bother filing the serial numbers off a beloved sci-fi property when you can simply use the file to scratch on your signature and call it a day? To be fair to ZeroSpace, not everything here is a knock-off of Mass Effect - quite a lot of it also pilfers from StarCraft. For instance, it has good ol' boy flamethrower marines that would definitely call Mass Effect a "space opry" if they ever said anything that wasn't a pun about setting people on fire.

Mostly I just wish I'd known sooner that you can do this. No one can stop you, apparently! ZeroSpace has basically Matriarch Benezia in it. The not-Krogan are here too, except they're also sort of the Cabal from Destiny. It's all up for grabs! I hope you're as excited for Nic Reuben's Denis Villeneuve's Frank Herbert's Dune Part 3 as I am. ZeroSpace is shameless, shonky, and wince-inducingly pricey for how early access it currently is.

And I sort of love it.

I sort of love it because, while transparently making a clumsy smash and grab for other, better works, ZeroSpace doesn't