When my daughter was learning to write her own stories at school – learning composition, I guess, in the language of education – she’d come home with poetry and essays about animals and little bits of this and that, all of which she was fine with, but never more than fine. When it all clicked is when they wrote stories – specifically silly, scary stories with ghosts and people falling on their butts and all that kind of jazz.
Silly, slightly scary stuff really clicked in fact – not just with my daughter, but with the whole class. For a few glorious weeks, alongside spelling and long division and the bus-stop method (something to do with division too I think?), the class was busy turning out pulps. She loved it. They all loved it. I loved it.
This came to mind this week when we realised that Helldivers 2 wasn’t just a success, but a massive, horizon-filling smash. This sequel to a game that I have fond memories of, but not a lot of other people seem to remember playing, is suddenly everywhere. It’s our game of the week, inevitably.
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