From the archive: John Walker's own personal Star Wars trilogy.
Sometimes the dead should stay dead.
"I've got hands to kiss, and babies to shake."
As brilliant as it was literate.
Bossing us about.
Find her. Save her.
Everyone called Malcolm is evil.
The six levels of Hell.
The one that isn't Ratchet & Clank.
Out of its mind.
Waste of time.
The one that isn't Jak & Daxter.
Please remain assembled during authorisation.
The dark ages.
The retro path.
Fresh bananas for the whole crew!
Beep boop beep ba beep bo boop ba beep.
Battling the gods.
Real good time world.
You say bugs. I say gaming jazz.
Death becomes her.
A links to the past.
It's crunch time.
The attack warrants a second look.
Laughs or howls?
Winter wonderland or snowballs?
Through a glass darkly.
It's okay to die.
Thanks for the memories.
I feel like I could... like I could... like I could TAKE ON THE WORLD!
They have a voice. They're going to use it.
One for the dreamers.
Edgey-poos! Taking justice to the streets.
Be-beep. Be-beep. BE-BEEEEEP!
John reassesses his relationship with the DS.