If videogames have taught us anything, then we should all be putting our money into shotguns and canned food.

As games became more sophisticated and, more importantly, as the technology we used to play games became more powerful, moving to the left stopped being the be all and end all of your tactical choices.

As games became more sophisticated and, more importantly, as the technology we used to play games became more powerful, moving to the left stopped being the be all and end all of your tactical choices.

Videogames need to stop being afraid of us missing out on portions of games, in favour of an approach that creates a narrative based on our actions

Videogames strip the act of killing of all its emotional resonance, relegating it to the level of an 80s action film. Shoot, quip, move on.

Few games are dealing with the emotional and physical consequences of drug abuse, and fewer still the familial repercussions

Even Heavy Rain, a game so close to being a film that it may be one, introduces its only female character in the shower, after which she is chased, semi-nude, around her apartment.

There was no hunchback in Notre Dame cathedral, there were no zombie mummies in Egyptian tombs, and people in the 1970s didn't all have amazing moustaches

Christopher Walken munches through so much digital scenery it's a wonder he can still stand by the end of the game

Ezio glides over the clay tiles of 15th century Italy with the grace and faultless footsteps of a womanising mountain lion.

It's lucky that the architects of the far future had the good sense to base their structures entirely on the accurate positioning of chest high walls