
Tarnplanen: The Quiet Agony and Ecstasy of Gaming’s Most Brutal Teacher
It’s 2:17 AM. The blueish glow of the monitor is the only light in the room, painting the walls the color of a deep, lonely sea. My knuckles are white, my jaw is clenched, and a single, traitorous bead of sweat traces a path down my temple. On the screen, my character lies in a…