Some time in the last year, I kinda-sorta became a games journalist. I'm not entirely sure how that happened (the idea was always to be in dev), but I've been leveraging that to write a series of pieces where I am entirely on my bullsh*t. A thing on WoW communities for Polygon, an upcoming Jet Set Radio piece at Videogamer, yadda yadda. In line with that, this week I wrote, effectively, a love letter for Super Monday Night Combat over at Rock Paper Shotgun. A lot happened in the four, five years since this game was a vibrant, active community. Changed my name three times, once legally; went to uni, finished uni; became a comfortable, confident person (read: a cocky piece of sh*t). Started to make a name for myself in indie games, even if I'm not making any money. This piece is maybe more a weird personal-development-thing-whatever than an outright clamour for more MNC, but it's how I wanted to end my time on the game. SMNC swallowed my late teens, it was great while it lasted. Y'all were cool. Catch you next season. Nat.