While I'm not entirely sure what Canadians celebrate on Canada Day, I'm pretty sure America's Independence Day is about escaping from the machinations of an abusive king. Guess what. I've got a game about precisely that.

Queens is a painfully difficult but blissfully short platformer, in which you play as a queen thrown into a killing machine by her abusive king. As you attempt to escape, the king follows along, watching your struggles to escape a nearly inevitable death. You can die in all the standard platformer ways, and all of them send you right back to the beginning as the king's next bride, complete with a new appearance and name. It's both a cycle of abuse and a somewhat abusive mechanic. No ludo-narrative dissonance here!

Why You Should Check This Out: Because if you don't struggle to escape the king, you're going to end up like one of those lame commonwealth corpses, and the South Park guys will never make an over-the-top marionette movie about how awesome you are.

"But wait!" you scream at your monitor, "I'm a citizen of one of those commonwealth nations!"

Well then let me congratulate you on backing a country that took the somewhat more peaceful route. You guys were once part of a pretty swell empire too, so well done there. Perhaps you'd like to celebrate just how strangely disjointed the former British Empire has just about always been, but in a slightly more aloof manner? Well, luckily the BBC commissioned 1066 for just that (or somewhat similar) purpose!

1066 is a turn-based strategy game built in Flash, and playable either alone or against an opponent. Armies comprised of various medieval units face off in a combination of vulgarity and artistic flourish. Beyond movement, actions such as archer fire, charges, melee and taunting are built around mini-game mechanics that determine your action's efficacy.

Why You Should Check This Out: Not only is 1066 a fun, well-produced and challenging game, but it's also unabashedly educational in a way that doesn't skimp on the Flash-animated gore. You also get the bonus of never really being a true "bad guy," since all three factions ended up interbreeding to create what today we see as the modern Englishman. You can make your own calls as to which sport's hooligans are more like which original culture.

Shambling, directionless, single-minded creatures whose potency is measured not in individual quality but sheer population, zombies just never get old. I suppose we are all children of George Romero, and while cinema-buffs will talk about the racial overtones and subversive themes of Night of the Living Dead, what resonates with me is the apocalyptic isolation of rag-tag survivors against a world that wants to eat their brains.

In a way, I think that’s what video games are all about.

With the possible exception of Nazis, I have a tough time thinking of a more desirable antagonist for the imaginary violence I recreationally reap. I have said it before and I’ll say it again, as long as I have ammunition and artillery, I will fire my weapon straight and true into the zombie horde, and I will do so with maleficent glee. If I were forced to commit to a single vote on the topic of favorite gaming bad guys, zombies would be asked to slouch toward the podium to accept their award and then try to eat its metal brains.

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The forlorn bookworm to your left should be recognizable. That iconic mug belongs to Burgess Meredith playing the role of Henry Bemis, an antisocial sop who would rather live in the dominion of the printed word than interact with friends and family. In true Twilight Zone fashion, this fragile little man was driven to ruin through the very thing he prized most: quiet, uninterrupted solitude. His lust for a little slice of quiet and an endless stack of books left him the most lonely man on earth.

It’s not so much that Bemis was a terrible man as much as he was terribly busy. Skidding through the demands of work and home, juggling the twin weights of wife and boss, it’s a wonder anyone has time enough for the simple comforts that make the fabric of life so rewarding. There is hardly time enough in a day to work and comfortably fit in a few fleeting moments of relaxation. And really, what good is life without its occasional indulgences?

Like Bemis, I stand before a gulf of hedonism, a vibrant immediate future that is comprised entirely of glittering self-interest.

It is summer at last.

School is out and I have so many games to play.

There are a select few who could survive the transition to video game protagonist. One can’t quite imagine Super Bono RPG, for instance. But Michael Jackson? There was a guy ripe for gamedom.

I first ran across Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker in a run-down mall arcade in Mexico. I had only the vaguest idea of who Jackson was, and absolutely no notion that the game before my grubby hands was based on a film of his. It didn’t really matter, because a sharply-dressed gangster who killed kidnapping robots with magic bursts of energy was, as far as I recall, an untapped niche in the 90s arcade scene. There was also the ability to dance the enemies to death and an out-of-nowhere robot power-up in the form of Bubbles the Chimp, just to reinforce the whole Michael Jackson theme it had going on.

Note to kids: learn how to dance and you can be this cool, too!

Interestingly enough, I never got close to finishing the game. It was always a guilty pleasure I could plunk a few quarters in to pass the time. It didn’t whip me into a spastic frenzy the way that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles could, but there was a certain bit of charm to holding the attack button down so Mikey could moonwalk all over the stage. I like to think I walked away from the game feeling just a slight bit cooler. Also of note, the machine stuck around for many, many years. For close to a decade’s worth of sporadic tourism, I saw the cabinet as my relatives took me on the customary mall excursion.

In this odd fashion, Moonwalker became a staple of my childhood, and it’s my choice for our Classic Game of the Week.

No doubt, the immediate future will be filled with all kinds of tributes directed to The Gloved One. To these outpourings of loss and love, I can only offer one comment: He made a damned fun game.

A first and casual glance at this week's release list might make it seem rather difficult to get particularly excited about anything. This first impression is wrong, and it is in fact very easy to get excited. I speak not of a Harry Potter game which will quiety generate a hojillion dollars of revenue, nor of whatever the hell BlazBlue: Calamity Trigger is. No, I speak of Trine, one of those wonderful games that comes out of nowhere to demand your attention.

I direct you to the Trine demo and I think there within you will find an adequate and comprehensive explanation of why this game is rightfully buzzworthy. I could perhaps unload a full cargo plane of adjectives and adverbs to describe its fine demo, but I will simply say that it is a beautiful exploration of a world I look forward to playing in for hours. It is part RPG, part puzzle game, part platformer, part physics-based interactive world, part side scroller and part action title. And it is instantly charming.

Call of Juarez: Bound in Blood could be worth a rental for interested parties, and I have no solid foundation for knowing what FUEL is but with so few racing games on the PC it's hard to begrudge any even half-hearted attempt. For me, however, it's all about the digital distribution of Trine to scratch that hard to reach action, puzzle, platformer, RPG hybrid itch.

Time Gentlemen, Please is the sequel to the previously featured Ben There, Dan That. The crude graphics, great writing and ridiculous plot bring out the the best of the old-school Lucasarts adventure games. I simply lost count of the many laugh out loud moments in Ben There, Dan That. Time Gentlemen, Please looks set to top that bar.

The sequel is better done so far in almost every way. The graphics are clearer and don't leave you hunting for pixels, the writing is snappier, the music is great and the plot is just as ridiculous as ever. Don't worry about understanding the story if you've never played the first game as there's a great “previously on ...” animation just before you start the game that explains all you need to know.

This game is very friendly to new users. In fact, this game has the best running tutorial system I've seen for an adventure game. You don't have to be familiar with any of the adventure game tropes here, the interface is explained very well by some floaty in-world text and the solutions to the puzzles are frequently hinted at with a witty remark or two by the main characters. If you've been wanting an excuse to dive into an adventure game, this would be a good one.

Besides the improved visuals, music and gameplay the other major difference is that Time Gentlemen, Please now costs $5 whereas the previous game was free. There's a very good demo available however - and of course the first game is still free if you want to see an example of their work. If you're still not convinced by all that, you're probably a robot.

Why You Should Check This Out: The old-school Lucasarts flavor is brought out in this adventure game, with some clever jokes and great puzzles. It's hilarious, zany fun. The sequel to one of the best recent comedy adventure games, and it still manages to improve on it.

The recent release of Overlord II reminds me how fundamentally I enjoy playing the mirthful villain. A role I can never really take on in a game like KOTOR or Fallout where villainous actions tend to be sadistic or cruel in very concrete terms, the more whimsical and candy-coated my trip to the dark side, the happier I am.

This approach is defined by Bullfrog’s Dungeon Keeper, a classic PC game by any definition. I would have words with anyone who suggests that malevolence with comedic overtones has ever been quite so well explored. Pistols at dawn, I would say, and then in a very Dungeon Keeper fashion I would shoot them in the back, cackeling with glee as I waited for cavorting imps to drag their carcass to the graveyard. Casting the player in the role of an evil disembodied hand taked with creating an impervious and trap laden dungeon was, frankly, a stroke of genius. If I were to chart Peter Molyneaux’s career on graph paper, here is the mountain peak.

What helped to define and separate DK was that it did not put the player into the role of construction worker so much as architect. While creatures were not exactly autonomous, they would carry about their own mischief outside of direct intervention, even at times to the detriment of the player. The strategy of laying out an imposing and sophisticated dungeon became a critical foundation of the game, and one had to make sure that it was appropriately devised to serve many needs. At any moment, one had to manage their finances, make sure enemies were blocked out of sensitive areas, keep fighting minions separated and create easy access to key services. I suppose when you write it out like that, it can be hard to understand precisely why this is fun, but a dungeon shouldn't just be a big haphazard cavern. It should be a home; an evil home.

Embracing the pleasure of evil, and sometimes just taking a minute to slap an imp around for just no good reason at all, was a new and devilishly welcome exploration of gameplay. Though Bullfrog was folded a few years later and much of its staff sent to the pits to work on Harry Potter games (true) before the completion of DK 3, the original still stands apart, and is my Classic Game of the Week.

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It's not a big tournament. By the standards of Magic's peak in 1999, it's average: The Sheraton Cambridge. A small ballroom. A banner for "Your Move Games," the hosting store from Sommerville, MA.

I'm embarrassingly old to be in the room -- over 30 -- and yet I sit stock still, sunglasses and baseball cap firmly planted, a flesh-slack face birthed from losing too much poker. We're drafting Urza Block -- a recent but complete expansion for Magic: The Gathering which relies heavily on artifacts. It's the most depraved expedition into my Magic addiction, leaving a pregnant wife at home to spend two days surrounded by fetid black T-Shirts. But it's exciting.

I lose miserably in the first round. But weeks later, the avatar of our local card shop, one Darwim Castle, will go on to draft a better deck based on the same ideas and win the Washington Pro Tour. As geek memories go, it's up there.

"OK Daddy, I'm playing this card."

Reverie snapped, the 1999 Sheraton Cambridge dissolves in a David Lynch soft-cut to my 2009 kitchen table. The card in question is "Giant Growth." It's a trick. My daughter has blocked my attacker with a pathetic Llanowar Elf, who is now hopped up on Hulk Juice, and will kill my sad little goblin without a thought. I mentally hit the fast forward button. I look up. Her hands, still unable to effectively manage a good fan, mangle the cards of the 9th Edition Starter Deck. A few inches above the pasteboard, her face is split by the grin reserved for triumphant children.

"Good game kiddo," I say, reaching across the table with an obligatory losers handshake. She tosses her cards to the table and leaps up, entering a sing-song choreographed victory "I won, Oh Yeah, Beat my dad, Oh yeah" dance straight from the tragic pages of an iCarly episode.

This is what Magic is supposed to be.