RAGDOLL SLAPSTICK
My fondest gaming memory: Half a dozen boys squeezed tight into a college bedroom, gathered around a monitor watching two boxy men stumble and push each other over, in endless loops. We’re losing our minds, laughing so hard that we gather a crowd from the flats above and below.
The game is , a free.exe I’d downloaded on a whim. Imagine set outside a takeaway—a face-off between two cubist combatants
