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About Martin

Marty is a contributor at Dusty Cartridge. He's also a freelance videogames journalist and borderline game addict. When he isn't slaying demons in Dark Souls he's meditating or attempting to lucid dream. You can follow his pearls of wisdom on Twitter @GladstoneMartin.

Killer Instinct Review

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After only ninety minutes in the Xbox One’s Killer Instinct reboot, a blister was carved into the flesh of my left thumb – a painful reminder of the toll this series takes on your innocent extremities. In 20 years of gaming no other franchise has demanded a more painful price for admission, and yet despite such an inconvenience, it’s a strangely nostalgic feeling to be recovering from a self-inflicted injury. Read More »

Dusty Cartridge Debates: Are Cutscenes Outdated?

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There was a time when cut-scenes were deployed to reward the dedicated gamer, offering a glance into graphics of the future while providing the contextualization needed to tell a story. For some its survival has continued to be a source of reward and relaxation, while others complain it’s one of the mediums most outdated traditions. We brought in two of DC’s finest to tackle the issue – is it finally time to let the cut-scene wither into oblivion? Read More »

Dragon’s Crown Review

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No review of Dragon’s Crown is complete without referring to the busty proportions of its female cast, not because that’s all it has to offer but because it demonstrates Vanillaware is incapable of crafting a character defined by anything other than their ludicrous bust size. Ignore the shallow stereotyping however, and you’ll discover a challenging 2D action side-scroller that more than makes up for its shortcomings. Read More »

Outlast Review

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The last image I expected to burn into my mind was Tony Abbott’s penis, but lo and behold, about two hours into my Outlast play-through, I was treated to such a nightmaric exposure. The clone was standing behind a caged door staring at me, his manhood casually dangling in what little light illuminated the decor of an insane asylum. “I want his tongue, and liver”, he said. Three hours later he was chasing me through dimly lit halls, knife in hand. He must have discovered I voted labor. Read More »

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